MIA’S POV
I leaned against the railing of the balcony, watching the horizon as the
sun slowly began to dip, painting the sky in hues of deep orange and
purple. A small smirk tugged at my lips as I thought about the impossible
errand I had sent Nathan on.
The Nashor Pack.
A place where his presence would be nothing less than an invitation for
bloodshed. They despised his pack, and if he had any sense left, he would
have turned back the moment he reached their borders. That was the
whole point-I wanted him to give up. I wanted him to quit this
ridiculous act of his.
Love? Regret?
He had no right to feel those things, not after everything he did.
I waited, fully expecting to hear that he had failed, that he had come
running back, realizing that his so-called devotion wasn’t worth the
risk. But when the large doors swung open, my breath hitched.
Nathan walked in, his shirt torn, his knuckles bloodied, and a fresh
bruise blooming across his cheekbone.
But in his hand, he held the rose.
The exact one I had requested.
A single Nashor rose, deep crimson, its petals thick and velvety, a rare
bloom found only in the territory of a pack that would rather slit his
throat than entertain his presence.
I stared at it, then at him. He looked… exhausted. His breathing was
heavier than usual, and for a moment, just a brief moment, I felt
something stir inside me-concern?
No. Not concern. Not for him.
I pushed the feeling down, burying it beneath the years of pain he had
caused.
He wiped the corner of his mouth where a faint trace of blood lingered.
“You have no idea what I had to do to get this.” His voice was rough,
laced with exhaustion, but his eyes held something I refused to
acknowledge.
I crossed my arms, tilting my head as if utterly unimpressed. “Oh?” My
voice was sweet, mocking. “Did you beg for it? Or did you finally get what
you deserve?”
His jaw clenched, but he remained silent, waiting for me to take the
damn flower, like some lovesick fool waiting for approval.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against the petals.
Then I dropped it to the floor.
Nathan’s eyes darkened as he watched me raise my foot, pressing down
onto the fragile bloom, crushing it beneath my heel.
“It doesn’t smell the way I wanted,” I mused, flicking imaginary dust
from my fingers. “Such a shame.”
His fists clenched at his sides, his shoulders tensing as he exhaled
slowly. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t argue. He didn’t snap back at me
like he used to.
And that infuriated me even more.
I wanted him to lash out, to show me the monster he used to be, to prove
that this so-called remorse was nothing but an illusion.
But instead, he just nodded.
“I’ll find another one.” His voice was softer this time, like he had already
accepted whatever cruelty I threw his way.
I scoffed, turning away before he could see the way my fingers trembled.
“Don’t bother.”
Because no matter what he did, no matter how much he bled for me now,
it would never erase the past.
Nathan was still standing there, his breaths uneven, his posture stiff like
he was using every ounce of his strength to stay upright.
I should have felt something-guilt, pity, even mild concern. But all I
could think about was how many nights I had stood in pain, how many
times I had begged for someone to help me, and no one did.
So I did nothing.
I let him stand there, watched as the blood from whatever wound he was
hiding seeped into his shirt, staining the fabric. He wouldn’t ask for help,
of course. His pride wouldn’t allow it.
Good. Let him suffer.
I turned my back on him, pretending to busy myself with the book on the
nearby table. I wasn’t reading a single word. I could still feel his
presence, the weight of his stare, his heavy breathing filling the room.
“Mia…” the last word I heard.
Then, the sound of a body hitting the ground made me whirl around.
Nathan had collapsed.
For a moment, I just stared.
I should have let him lie there. Should have walked out and left him to his
fate. But my damn instincts, the part of me that wasn’t as heartless as I
wanted to be, wouldn’t allow it.
Cursing under my breath, I knelt beside him, pushing his shoulder
roughly. “This is pathetic, even for you.”
No response.
I exhaled sharply, reaching forward to pull back his shirt. My stomach
clenched when I saw the deep stab wound on his side, the dried blood
around it showing that it had been there for hours.
Stupid, reckless idiot.
He had been injured when he walked in, and he still stood there like
nothing was wrong, like he hadn’t been bleeding out in front of me.
I should have left him. I wanted to leave him.
But I didn’t.
I bit into the palm of my hand, feeling the sharp sting before warm blood
pooled in my hand. Pressing it against his wound, I watched as my blood
did its work, seeping into his skin, the wound slowly beginning to knit
itself together.
The process was slow, and I could feel the pull of my energy draining
slightly, but I didn’t stop.
Not because I cared.
Because I wasn’t going to let him die this easily.
He would live. He would heal. And then he would continue suffering.
After the wound finally closed, I leaned back, wiping my bloody hand on
my dress with a sigh. “You owe me for that,” I muttered, standing up
and dusting off my hands like I had simply cleaned up a mess.
But I knew I needed to make this look normal. I couldn’t have anyone
suspecting what I did.
I grabbed my phone and called for a doctor, keeping my voice calm and
collected. “Nathan collapsed in my room. He’s injured. Send someone
immediately.”
The doctor arrived soon after, checking over him as I stood by the door,
arms crossed. The doctor muttered about exhaustion, blood loss, and
overexertion, completely oblivious to how the wound had already healed
unnaturally fast.
Good. I didn’t need anyone asking questions.
A few hours passed before I heard voices outside.
The brothers had arrived.
Perfect.
As expected, they barged into the room, their eyes snapping between me
and Nathan, who was still unconscious.
“What did you do to him?” Rolex’s voice was sharp, accusing.
“How could you take revenge on him, by taking his life. We all are in guilt
but would you be satisfied only by killing us?” Sean shot back in anger.
Wow! How shameless they are! First they kill me, and now they are
accusing me.
“I didn’t do anything to him. Whether you believe me or not. I DON’T
GIVE A FUCK.”