Chapter 32 Chapter 0032
•NADIA•
I walked beside Mason’s wheelchair, the hospital, my mind racing after Dr. Frost left. I didn't even know what to think.
Mason believed her when she said someone poisoned him and wanted him dead. I knew he wouldn't rest until he found the truth.
I looked down at his head and felt irritated. The damn idiot was supposed to be dead. The doctor was supposed to tell us that he died and there was nothing they could've done for him.
But here I was, stuck with him again. I had to pretend that his father didn't cheat my father of what belonged to him.
When we got outside the hospital, Mason got off the wheelchair and a nurse took it as we headed to our car.
He stopped for a moment when I opened the door. It was as if he could smell something in the air.
"Baby, are you alright?" I asked, almost concerned.
"Yeah," he answered as he hopped inside the car. "I'm fine. Let's go home."
I hopped inside and looked out the window as the car drove off. My mind raced back to Dr. Frost. It didn't make sense how she knew what I gave Mason.
The witch had promised it was irreversible. And yet, here Mason was, breathing fine and probably thinking about how he was going to find out what happened to him.
"Yes," Mason muttered on the phone, drawing my attention. "I want to know who served me food in the past two days and nights. I want a meeting with all of them so they would tell me why they wanted me dead."
My heart thundered in my chest as I tilted my head and looked at him. My goodness, I'd be one of the people who had made him a coffee.
I couldn't afford being questioned about poisoning him.
"I want them waiting for me when I arrive at the pack house," he added before he hung up the call.
I scooched closer to him and placed my hand on his thigh. "Oh, baby, please forgive me. But I was amongst those who brought you food and drinks in the last two days, do you remember? How could I plot to kill my husband?"
Mason looked at me, his eyes softening, and his tone lowering. "I'd never accuse my Luna of such nonsense. You are the one I trust more than all the other chefs we have in the pack house."
I smiled as I leaned my head on his shoulder. My mind finally cleared and I let go of all the worries I had.
The pack house gates appeared. The guards straightened up when they saw the car, their relief obvious. Word had clearly traveled fast.
By the time we pulled up, a small crowd had gathered in the courtyard, just watching and waiting.
Mason got out of the car and people lowered their heads, relieved to see their Alpha standing. The sight almost made me roll my eyes because my reign should've already started.
Rowan came charging out of the front door. “Dad!” he yelled, throwing his arms around Mason’s waist.
Mason laughed, pulling him in close. “I’m okay, kid. Your mom and a very stubborn doctor made sure of it.”
Rowan looked up at me, his eyes wide. “Thank you for saving my Dad."
I put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a small smile. “Of course I did. Now let’s get your father inside. He needs to sleep.”
The pack moved aside to let us through. I could hear them whispering as we passed, voices full of relief.
After freshening up and eating, Mason was ready for bed. He climbed into bed and grabbed my hands.
“Thank you, Nadia. For everything," he muttered. "You and Darius saved my life. I wouldn't be here with you and our son if you didn't act on time."
I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Just rest.”
A few minutes later, his breathing slowed into a deep, steady rhythm. I stayed there for a moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest, making sure he was truly out.
Then I quietly left the room.
The hallway was dead silent. I went into the small study at the end of the hall and locked the door behind me. The click felt loud in the empty room.
I sat at the desk and dialed the number I knew by heart.
He picked up on the second ring.
“It failed,” I said. “Mason’s alive. A doctor saved his life and told him and the elders he was poisoned."
There was a long, heavy silence on the other end. “How?” my father asked.
“I don’t know. She called it nightshade, but she knew exactly how to neutralize it. She knew what she was looking at.”
There was another pause before my father answered. “Then she’s a problem.”
“I only know her as Dr. Frost, Father,” I said. “But Mason thinks she’s just a good human doctor. But she can't be. Only a witch can do what she did."
“We must find out who she is,” my father replied. “If she can undo our work, she’s a liability. We don’t leave loose ends.”
I leaned back, rubbing my temples. “What do you want me to do?”
“Finish the job,” he answered, his voice flat. “Do it quickly, before he gets his strength back and starts looking into things."
“A hit?” I asked.
“Yes. Someone from outside. Make it look like a rival pack or a rogue, and keep it clean.”
I closed my eyes, and sighed. “I know someone. He owes me a favor.”
“Then use him,” my father responded. “The longer Mason is breathing, the more dangerous this gets for us.”
“I’ll take care of it,” I replied. “It’ll be done by the end of the week.”
“Good. Don’t mess this up.”
The line went dead.
I sat there in the quiet for a long time. The plan had shifted, but the end goal was the same.
Mason had to go. The doctor had only bought him a little more time.
I went back to the bedroom and stood in the doorway. Mason was still out, his face relaxed and looking younger than he had in years. He looked almost harmless like that.
I walked over and brushed a stray hair from his face. He didn't move. "Soon," I whispered.