Chapter 59

"I could really use a hand here," I said, glancing up at Sheryl who stood a short distance away from me. The look on her face was a mix of confusion and surprise, no doubt wondering what had been driven into her whorehouse tonight.

"I'd be hanged if I touched him. He's very uncompromising on that aspect and as much as I would love to help you, holding him with you is going to put me on a death row." she responded behind me, clearly hesitant to get involved.

I struggled to put Nicholas onto the couch, his weight heavy in my arms. My legs straddled over his lap as I slipped my hand under his shoulder, trying to straighten him onto the couch. "He's barely conscious!" I exclaimed, feeling a sense of panic set in.

"I'm fine." Nicholas whispered, his voice low and strained. His eyes flickered open, and I could see the pain etched onto his face.

"No, you're not," I replied firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument. I couldn't believe the stubbornness of this man, willing to risk his own life for the sake of revenge.

There had to be a middle ground.

Sheryl watched on, looking both intruded and hesitant. "I sent one of the girls to get a first aid kit. Would that be enough? The nearest hospital is miles away from—"

I stopped her before she finished, "No. We can't leave from here."

Anything but leaving from here. The rival pack's wolves were everywhere and if they got a hindsight that Nicholas was here, they'd kill him the first chance they'd get. His own father would kill him.

One of the girls hurried down the stairs and bought the kit to me. I placed it on the side and undid the first few buttons of his shirt, not knowing what I was going to see. It was difficult to bring him here without getting attention from the other wolves, but I did.

He wanted to stay here and there was nothing I could do about it. He didn't want to leave his town, or his pack.

I gasped at the sight of the injury on his chest. The wound was deep, and it was clear that it had been caused by silver. His skin was blackened around the edges of the wound, and it looked as though it was still burning.

"Why didn't you heal?" I questioned, my brows furrowed.

"I need some time," Nicholas narrowed his gaze at me and said. "It's not that bad, I just need to rest. Don't worry." His arm stretched and he placed his hand over my hip.

I rolled my eyes, trying not to let him see the worry on my face. "Of course, it's not that bad. It's just a flesh wound. No big deal." I said, my voice laced with sarcasm as I continued to clean the wound.

Raising his hand, he traced his finger down my back and pulled me closer all while I tried to clean the wounds on his body. When I reached to the one on his right shoulder, it had already healed and there was nothing but dry blood on his skin. The lines on my forehead deepened as I tried to make sense.

It appeared that he had gotten attacked a while before I found him. Which meant, that he had been attacked several times throughout the day that had passed. He was constantly hurt and his wolf constantly healed him, resulting in a cycle of injury and healing that wasn't taking a toll on his body, but on his mind.

Therefore, his barely conscious state.

He really just needed to rest—just as he told me.

One of the girls appeared with Sheryl, holding a shirt, a few minutes after I finished cleaning the wounds on him.

I took the shirt from her and nodded in thanks. "I appreciate this."

"No worries," Sheryl smiled at me, worry still hanging over her face along with the other girls. "I cleared the room upstairs for the two of you. You should take him there and let him rest. At least until morning."

"I will." I agreed with her.

As I helped Nicholas put on the shirt, I couldn't help but notice how distraught he looked. The last time I saw him, he was strong and unbreakable, but now he was like a shell of his former self. It broke my heart to see him like this.

I couldn't even begin to imagine what would've happened if I hadn't left the safe house on time and reached here.

He was all alone and defeated.

I couldn't ask questions about what happened or where his father was as that was going to push him deeper into the trance he was already in. Maybe after a night's rest we could think of something or the other.

As he rose up from the couch to head up stairs to the room, he looked for something in his bloodied clothes.

"What is it?"

"My phone," He shuffled through the discarded clothes and just before he could reach down, I grabbed him and picked up the phone on the table that I had kept it on the side. "Call Khalid, tell him to come here and guard the house with the others. Malik was with you, wasn't he? Tell him to bring him to."

Instead of telling Nicholas the details of what happened earlier, I simply nodded and held the phone tight in my hand.

"I'll do that. Let's go."

We headed up the stairs and into the room Sheryl had prepared for Nicholas. It was ironic how it was the same room that I had slept in when I was here all that time ago. It wasn't too long, was it?

"I can't rest." Nicholas closed his eyes and leaned against the headboard.

I sat by his side after closing the door and watched his face fill with concern in only a few seconds. "You need to rest. There's no point of you staying awake or fighting now. Please, just rest." I placed my hand over his and whispered.

"Don't go from here." His eyes remained shut.

"I won't."

"Don't go wandering around anywhere. It's not safe outside and you shouldn't have come back," I nodded and listened to his concern for my safety. It was touching, but not what I needed. "I can't—not even for a moment risking losing you. So please, promise me that you won't step out from here and you'll call Khalid."

His words resonated deep within me and I knew that he was right.

I placed my hand on his cheek and leaned closer, "I promise, I won't leave from here. I just wanted to see you and see if you were okay."

"I am now."

A deep sigh parted his mouth before he took my hand in his and placed a kiss on the back of my hand. My lips lifted into a small smile while my heart beat with fulfillment. All of the urge and the constant nerve-wracking moments of worrying about him melted away as he held my hand.

All it took was a moment for me to forget the past weeks I had spent without him.

"I'm not fighting my father here, devil. I'm fighting to protect the only thing that matters to me. You."

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