SOPHIA’S POV
The hospital room was unusually quiet that morning.
My body still ached everywhere. Every bruise hurt whenever I moved even slightly.
My wolf was awake but weak inside me. She had spent days mourning alongside me, mourning the child we had lost and the pain we had endured. Even now, I could feel her sadness deep in me.
I pushed the blanket aside and tried to sit up. The movement immediately sent pain through my abdomen.
I winced in pain.
"Don’t move so fast." Zade’s voice came from nearby.
I looked up and found him sitting in a chair beside my bed. He had been there again, just like every day recently.
His eyes filled with concern as he stood and walked toward me.
"I can manage," I muttered.
"You’ve been saying that while looking like you’re about to collapse."
I rolled my eyes.
My wolf actually seemed pleased by his concern.
Traitor.
Zade ignored my expression and carefully helped me sit up properly.
I hated how vulnerable I felt. I hated needing help.
Yet Zade acted as though helping me was the most natural thing in the world.
"Bathroom?" he asked.
I sighed.
Unfortunately, he was right. I needed to use it. The problem was that walking still felt difficult.
"I can go myself." I murmured.
"No, you can’t."
"I can."
"You nearly fell yesterday."
I glared at him. He stared right back. Neither of us moved.
After several seconds, he folded his arms.
"Keep arguing and you’ll still end up leaning on me."
I hated that he was right. My wolf huffed in annoyance.
Reluctantly, I held out my hand.
He grinned "I knew you’d make the smart decision."
I tried to hide my smile "Don’t get used to it."
His smile only widened. Carefully, he helped me off the bed.
The moment my feet touched the floor, dizziness hit me. My knees almost buckled.
Zade immediately caught me around the waist.
"See?"
I looked away. I wasn’t in the mood to admit he had been right.
Slowly, he guided me toward the bathroom. Every step I took reminded me just how badly my body had been damaged.
My wolf whimpered quietly inside me. Neither of us liked feeling this weak.
When we finally reached the bathroom door, Zade stopped.
"I’ll wait outside." He said.
I nodded and entered to use the bathroom. Several minutes later, I came back out.
Zade was exactly where I had left him, leaning against the wall. He was still waiting.
Something about that made my chest feel tight.
Nobody had waited for me like that in years, not Damien, not anyone.
Zade gently helped me back toward the bed. Once I was settled again, he pulled his chair closer.
He looked at me intensely.
"What?" I asked.
A slow smile appeared on his lips "I was thinking."
"That’s dangerous."
He laughed. "I was thinking it’s about time you met my mother."
I froze.
Absolutely not.
My wolf immediately became alert.
"No." I said.
Zade blinked in shock "No?"
"No."
His eyebrows lifted "That was fast."
"Because the answer is obvious."
The smile on his face faded slightly.
"Why?"
I stared at him in disbelief. Was he serious?
"Because I’m in a hospital bed covered in bruises."
His expression softened "That isn’t why."
I looked away.
Unfortunately, he was right. That wasn’t the real reason. The real reason was far more complicated.
"I’m still married." I whispered.
"Technically. You’ll be divorced soon."
My chest tightened painfully.
The divorce. Everything always came back to that.
My wolf lowered her head sadly.
I suddenly lost interest in the conversation.
"I’m not meeting your mother." I said quietly.
Zade watched me quietly., then he sighed.
"Fine."
His answer surprised me. There was no argument, no pressure. I expected him to try to convince me more. But he just accepted it.
It almost made me feel guilty. Almost.
Before either of us could speak again, my phone suddenly vibrated.
When I looked at the screen, my entire mood got worse.
Damien.
I opened the message. The moment I read it, anger exploded inside me. My fingers tightened around the phone.
Zade noticed.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Zade-"
"He lets people abuse you. He takes your daughter."
My wolf growled, not at Zade. She was growling at Damien. The same anger was alive inside both of us.
For several seconds, the room remained silent.
Finally, Zade took a deep breath. Then suddenly, his expression changed.
The anger vanished and a mischievous smile appeared instead.
I became suspicious. That smile never meant anything good.
"What?" I asked
He sat back down, still smiling. "I have an idea."
That made me even more nervous.
His smile widened "I want to drive Damien insane."
I stared at him "...What?"
His eyes sparkled "I’ve decided."
I already hated where this was going.
Zade leaned closer "Sweetheart."
I nearly choked "What?"
His smile became even bigger.
"My sweetheart."
I grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him.
He caught it effortlessly, laughing. He was actually laughing.
My face immediately grew hot.
"Stop." I said.
"No."
"Zade."
"My sweetheart."
I wanted to throw another pillow. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough strength.
He clearly knew it too. The smug look on his face proved it.
My wolf, the traitor, actually seemed amused. I was surrounded by enemies.
I sighed "You’re impossible."
"And you’re adorable when you’re angry."
I groaned loudly, pulling the blanket over my head. If I couldn’t escape the conversation, I could at least hide.
I knew he was still sitting there, still smiling.
"Come out." He teased.
"No."
"I can still see your feet."
I pulled the blanket lower.
His laughter filled the room again. For the first time in what felt like forever, the hospital room didn’t seem quite so cold.
I was still angry. I was still hurting and still heartbroken.
But while Zade continued teasing me, I found myself feeling something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I felt safe.
And that realization scared me far more than his ridiculous nicknames ever could.

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