Crowned And Cursed.

Broken belief

Nathan's POV

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white as I cursed under my breath. “Damn it!” I muttered. The meeting with the council had been a complete disaster. As the packs Beta , politics and pack affairs always put me in a foul mood. I needed a distraction, something to take the edge off.

The road ahead was dark, the only illumination was coming from my headlights cutting through the night. As I drove, my thoughts were consumed with anger and frustration.

I didn't see it at first, just a blur in my peripheral vision. Suddenly, something fell right in front of my car.

“s**t!” I slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt. My heart pounded in my chest as I prayed I hadn’t hit whatever—or whoever—it was. I jumped out of the car, the cool night air hitting my face as I rushed to the front of the vehicle.

At first I couldn't see , I tried to get closer. There she was, lying on the ground, her clothes torn, body bruised and her feet bleeding heavily. My heart sank as my breath caught in my throat wondering what had happened to the poor girl.

I moved even closer, my heart racing. Sparks, like tiny electric shocks, ran through my body the moment I touched her.

Then the most unbelievable thing happened , “Impossible....it can't be,” I couldn't believe it, so many emotions filled me up. My wolf tried to surge to the surface, howling and chanting "Mate! Mate!"

I still couldn't believe it , after all these years it was all a lie. Because of my disability, I was told that I would never find my mate or even sense her, but there she was and I could feel every bit of the mate bond.

I knelt beside her, gently checking if she was still breathing. Relief washed over me when I felt her shallow breaths. Without wasting another second, I scooped her up and carried her to the car, careful not to jostle her too much.

“Hold on,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You’re going to be okay I promise.”

I drove like a madman to a private hospital, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I called the doctor as soon as we arrived, and he hurried to treat her. I sat by her side, unable to take my eyes off her. Despite the bruises and blood, she was extremely beautiful and stunning to look at. Her hair, a rare strange pattern which had black and white on each different side made her even more intriguing.

The doctor worked diligently, her expression serious. “She’ll take time to recover,” he said, her tone gentle.

I nodded, my eyes never leaving her face. I spent hours watching her, waiting for her to wake up, to see her eyes open, to see her smile and ask what happened or who did that to her. He already felt the urge to seek her revenge.

Two days passed, and frustration gnawed at me. I warned the doctor to ensure she got better quickly.

Then came the call. One of our soldiers reported an attack and imposters within our territory. My blood ran cold. If the Alpha found out about her,she might be in danger. I decided to move her to one of my hotels, where she could be safe.

At the hotel, I waited, instructing the servants to check on her and inform me the moment she woke up. I paced my office, my mind on her. Then, finally, she walked in.

My heart stopped. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. Her pale gray eyes met mine, and all I wanted was to pull her into my arms, to hold her and never let go. But I held back keeping my composure waiting for her to recognize and feel the bond between us.Sadly It didn’t happen, maybe she was scared.

“Hello,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m Nathan Reid.”

She didn’t respond, her eyes just gave me a blank stare. I gestured to the seat in front of my desk. “Please, sit.”

She thanked me for saving her, and what she told me next really baffled me. She wanted to leave and was so insistent that she must.

Confusion and frustration surged within me. Why did she want to leave? I was her mate , she was my mate, she was MINE. We were meant to be together. “You don’t have to go through what you were going through,” I said, my voice harsher than I intended.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she started to cry. My wolf growled, scolding me for making her cry. I stood and walked around the desk, pulling her into an embrace. Electric shocks coursed through me again, stronger this time. Holding her felt right, like I was finally complete. But she remained stiff, unresponsive.

She didn’t react to the mate bond, not even after I held her and there I was struggling to contain my wolf and not sinking my teeth into her to mark what's rightful mine. I mean she didn’t even tell me her name, worse didn’t acknowledge the connection.

I let her go, confused and hurt, maybe she just needed time to heal then she would feel the mate bond.

“Please, take time to rest and just heal,” I said, my voice softer now.

Walking out, I promised myself I would find out what happened to her, who she was, and why she wasn’t responding to the bond. I wouldn’t give up on her. Not now, not ever.

For now, I had to focus on keeping her safe and helping her heal. But I would uncover the truth, no matter what it took.