Nicolette's POV
I was tired of being stuck in pack hospitals. I eventually convinced Lucas that they could care for me in my room. IV needles stuck into my skin as I lay there and stared at the ceiling.
Sleep was terrible. All I saw was my mind making the worse form of my worst nightmare. It took my parents death and made it my worse fear.
I let out a gasp and sit up with sweat dripping down my face. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to control it. My tears blended with my sweat as my figure of imagination brought out the worse of my parent's death.
I pull my IVs out and walk into the bathroom and rinse my face off with cold water. I place my hands on the edge of the sink and cat HH my breath. I turn around to wipe my face but instead I see Malcom.
"Fuck," I yelp. His random presence caused my heart rate to speed up again.
"Do I scare you Nicolette?" He asks me. I let out a sarcastic chuckle and roll my eyes.
"Please Malcom. I'm not scared of you. What was so scary is that you popped into this room without my knowing," I said.
"You're very powerful and you still can't sense me. Pathetic," he laughs. I push my way through him and get back in bed.
"Why are you here again? Oh yeah because your Beta is bossing you around. You don't have to be here. You were told by Lucas to come watch me but you can't seem to think for yourself," I said. I cover the sheets around my shoulders and look out the window.
"And what makes you think I don't want to be here?" He questions me.
"Doesn't mean you hug me and comfort me for 5 minutes means you're gonna start liking me all of a sudden. I know you rather not be in here. You're tired of having to watch over me. If you haven't realized, you stated you didn't want me. So why still care for me? Why still stay up and come in and check on me every time I wake up in a cold sweat. I'm nothing to you," I said. It hurt me to say those words because they were true. I meant nothing to him. I was merely a burden on his already long list of responsibilities.
He was speechless he didn't know how to respond to the truth I was spitting at him.
"You don't have to think you need to prove something. Prove that you're not like your father. I hear the conversations Lucas has with you. It's fine. Your mother and father were different from you and I. Sometimes wolves think the moon goddess makes mistakes. It only natural to second guess her actions. Don't think you have to prove anything to me that you can be a better mate than your father was to your mom. What he did was terrible and I don't think it's in your heart to do that to me. Sometimes wolves aren't made for each other. I guess you and I weren't meant for each other. You don't have to keep checking up on me," I said.
And he left. Without saying a word he left. A part of me still wanted things to work out. The moon goddess never makes mistakes. So where did our relationship go wrong?
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