Nicholas was in his office when Agnes knocked on his door at midday.
The office was austere in a way that reflected its owner....dark wood paneling, leather furniture, a massive desk organized with military precision. The only personal touch was a landscape painting on one wall, a scene of mountains and a distant fortress that suggested someone who appreciated power and sovereignty.
"Enter," Nicholas commanded.
Agnes stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind her. She moved with the respect of someone who understood hierarchy and deference.
"Report," Nicholas said without preamble.
"She woke this morning," Agnes began. She stood with her hands folded in front of her, her posture impeccable. "Naturally. Without disturbance. She was coherent and aware. More present than in the previous days."
Nicholas leaned back in his chair and listened.
"She ate a full breakfast," Agnes continued. "Her appetite has returned. The dissociation is fading noticeably. Her body is healing well....the bruising is beginning to fade, her movement is less restricted, she reports less pain."
"And her mental state?" Nicholas asked.
"She’s asking questions," Agnes said. "She wants to know what happened. I told her the Alphas would explain when she was stronger. She accepted that, though she wasn’t pleased with the answer."
Nicholas felt Kael stir inside him at the mention of her asking questions. The wolf wanted to go to her immediately. Wanted to answer those questions with his body instead of his words. Wanted to claim her and bind her and make it so she could never question their ownership again.
Nicholas pushed the wolf down.
"She’s not ready for answers yet," he said flatly. "When she’s stronger, when she can have a clear conversation without her body interfering with her mind....we’ll explain. Until then, tell her to rest. Tell her to recover. Tell her nothing."
"Yes, Alpha," Agnes said. "Will there be anything else?"
"Continue monitoring her," Nicholas commanded. "Report any changes. And Agnes....make sure she has everything she needs. Food, comfort, anything that supports her recovery."
"Of course, Alpha."
Agnes bowed slightly and left the office, closing the door with barely a whisper of sound.
The moment he were alone, Nicholas felt the weight of the day pressing down on him.
He’d been awake since before dawn. Hadn’t slept properly in days, every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face. Saw her fear. Saw the moment he’d realized he’d broken something in her that might not be fixable.
His cock had been hard since sunrise.
It wasn’t going away.
He’d taken a cold shower before dawn, so cold it had felt like his skin might freeze. The shock of it had given him momentary relief, for maybe thirty seconds his body had functioned normally. And then the blood had rushed back, and his cock had hardened again, more painfully than before.
The need was building inside him like pressure behind a dam.


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