Chapter - 57: Sheila's Arrival

(Shade’s POV).

“It's agreed, then, that a nurse would be arranged”. Zed repeated, and I nodded. I made my way past them briskly into the room, feeling a little bothered. The whole thing troubled me for a bit while I ran my hands into my hair, bolting the door locked from behind.

My emotions were a complete mess. What exactly was wrong with me? I knew for starters that I had almost slipped out there just now. Castor and I had drawn up a conclusion while we left the hospital room, leaving Faedra all to herself. We agreed that things were to remain plain between us.

Perhaps it wasn't meant to be that hard, but as soon as the words got out about our feelings, ever since the drug incident, we could no longer control how we felt; there was no hiding it; there was no keeping it a secret. Castor and I knew we were head over heels for her and promised to be on our best behavior.

Yet all those promises and co-visions between Castor and me seemed to be drawn down to the drain as soon as we both cast our eyes against Zed and heard the little bit of explanation that he had given.

I felt a throbbing headache while I ran my fingers into my hair. I almost made a fool out of myself again; if not for the fact that we had all drawn up a similar conclusion too quickly, maybe things would have escalated into a fight.

I slammed my palm onto my forehead, not getting it. Why was I always acting like a rabid dog on the loose whenever I caught sight of anyone else around Faedra? It made my wolf and me completely restless.

Swallowing hard I drew a sigh before a knock was placed on the door.

“Common man, let's grab dinner before the nurse arrives; Zed's men brought food,'' Castor explained, and a sigh eased through my lips. For a moment back then, I had almost believed that Faedra was asked to do some other jobs, and then the castor would have to explain... but that had not been the case; everyone was cool.

“I'll be right out,” I yelled in response, beige, pushing myself forward towards and out the door, muttering beneath my breath. I needed to keep myself together. I didn't want to flip out and cause a whole mess for myself at the end of it all.

“you alright?” Castor asked as I nodded while I made my way towards the dining room. Faedra was seated right by Zed's side, flashing a bright smile at him, and I felt immediately uneasy.

Why would the Castor allow her to take up a position so close to him? Was he making use of his brains?

Bitterness etched behind my throat as I pulled out a dish, and a man had set everything on the table.

“This is my beta; his name is Xylan, everyone.” Zed was to explain. I matched my gaze and forced a scoff down my throat. All I needed to do was have dinner in peace and return to my room without having a single trouble.

We all began to have our bellies filed until a knock disrupted the perfect silence everyone seemed to maintain.

“It must be the nurse; I'll get the door,” Xylan added in and stood towards the door.

“I'll dish some more sauce; anyone needs any extras?” Castor asked and raised her voice slightly before blushing hard.

“Okay, I'll be back,” Castor responded as he made his way toward the kitchen. My gaze remained pinned on the food before me while I munched continuously on the food, making loud noises with the cutlery on purpose. I mean, what was the deal between them? Why were they so cheerful?

He didn't stand by her side for three days; we did.

And if I had not known better, I would have claimed something else entirely, like petty conversations, saying she had avoided me on purpose, but that had not seemed to be the case.

“You are the nurse that would be helping her; you are welcome, but there are a few things you need to know,” Zed asked, adding to the words hastily while a frown etched on my face immediately.

“You need to be with her at all times, by her side every minute; her drugs wouldn't be in your care; you have to make sure she doesn't miss a single dosage; you must provide her with food at all times; you are the nurse; and if she says she wants to move, you have to do anything she wishes.

I must not hear complaints of any sort; as you can see, she is in a very delicate state, and there isn't a single space for more talks and arguments; nothing must harm her; she is very special, understood?.” Zed asked.

Maybe I had spoken way too much, and I believe myself to have had dinner with the likes of Zed without causing a single trouble.

I didn't like him one bit. Why was he too loud, way too forward, acting out of line? Faedra was pregnant for us and not him, so why on earth was he being a show-off for it?

“Understood, Alpha Zed.” The voice responded, and the spoon in my hand fell with a loud crash against the plate while I lifted my gaze immediately to match that of hours.

She's the nurse?

"Sheila,” I called out. We locked gazes, and Castor walked out of the kitchen in surprise.

“I'm sorry, but I have to leave now.” She added hastily and headed towards the door.

“Wait!” I yelled, standing from my seat in an attempt to run after her.

“Shade! You wouldn't.” Castor called out and held a grip on my arms. I jerked it off and stormed after Sheila, who had not seemed to have gotten far. I caught sight of her and reached for her arms, causing her to stop to a halt.

“Sheila? Why would you run from me?” I asked again. Their one painting was heavy. I felt my heart squeeze right in my chest, and panic struck me.

“I'm sorry, but I have to leave now. I have to.” Sheila pleaded as tears streaked off continuously from her eyes, leaving me dazzled.

The tears she cried continued, and I couldn't bear it anymore. I let go of my grip on her with my eyes fixed against her, and I swallowed hard, feeling terrible while I stared up watching as she ran hastily away from me.

I have always loved Sheila; my heart belonged to her. I couldn't understand what was wrong or why she had been crying after seeing me. I believed that she left on her own accord, but seeing how she cried profusely made me worried. What could have happened?

Could it possibly be that there was more to it?

I watched the direction in which she ran off to me, more determined than ever. I needed to know it all—where she stayed, where she had been, why she had kids, why she left me, all she had been doing in the past years—and what had happened a few years ago.