Chapter 51 Chapter 0051
•NADIA•
I closed the door behind me in the bathroom and pressed my back against it, trying to calm my racing heart.
My chest tightened and my throat closed up for a moment, and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn't stop thinking of Mason’s face when he told me I was the one who made the coffee for him.
I couldn't even deny it.
But I never thought he'd suspect me of trying to kill him. I thought he'd probably think he got the poison from something else he had eaten before he drank the coffee I gave him.
"Fuck, what are we going to do?" I muttered under my breath, opening the sink tap so Mason wouldn't hear me.
'I warned you, Nadia,' Noctira murmured. 'You should've sent someone else to offer him the coffee. He hasn't blatantly accused us of trying to kill him because you're his wife.'
My chest tightened. I was so close to getting everything I wanted and couldn't afford any setbacks.
So, I didn't have a choice. I had to do everything necessary to be the Alpha.
I turned off the tap and walked to the shower. I took off my clothes because I needed something to clear my mind and wash away the fear that felt like it was sticking to my skin.
The hot water ran over my body, and I closed my eyes while standing under it.
I tried to think clearly about what had happened and what could happen next if Mason looked deeper into it and asked more questions that I wouldn't be able to answer.
I told myself to calm down because panic would only make mistakes easier to make, and I knew I couldn't afford another mistake.
When I finished showering, I dried myself and got dressed in simple clothes: jeans and a dark sweater.
I then brushed my hair quickly without caring how it looked because I had something more important to deal with.
I stepped out of the bathroom and listened carefully.
I could hear Mason moving around in the kitchen, and I forced myself to walk past him like everything was normal.
When he looked at me, I avoided his eyes and said I needed fresh air and that I was going out for a walk.
He didn't stop me, but his silence followed me as I walked out of the house, and I felt his suspicion like a weight on my back even after I closed the door behind me.
I got into my car and drove without playing music. My hands were tight on the steering wheel while my mind replayed every word Mason had said earlier.
I knew I had to talk to Ronan because he knew everything and he was the only one who could help me figure out what to do next.
Our secret place was far from the main road and hidden behind a line of old trees.
We had been meeting there for months because no one ever came that way and no one would see our cars if we parked behind the trees.
When I arrived, Ronan’s car was already there, and he was leaning against it with his arms crossed like he had been waiting for a while, and when he saw me step out of my car, he straightened up and walked toward me with a serious look on his face.
“What happened?” he asked as soon as I reached him.
“He knows,” I said without greeting him, and my voice sounded weak even to me.
Ronan frowned and stepped closer. “Knows what?”
“He knows I made the coffee, and he looked at me like he thinks I tried to kill him.”
Ronan’s jaw tightened, and for a moment he said nothing, and I could see him thinking fast, trying to understand how things had changed so quickly.
“Did you say anything?” he asked.
“No, I acted surprised, but I couldn't deny that I made it, and he kept staring at me like he was waiting for me to confess.”
Ronan ran a hand through his hair and looked away for a second, and then he stepped closer until there was barely any space between us, and he placed his hands on my waist like he always did when he wanted me to calm down.
“It’s fine,” he said in a low voice. “He doesn’t have proof. Suspicion is not proof.”
His touch made my breathing slow down, and I rested my forehead against his chest. I needed something steady to hold on to, and he wrapped his arms around me tightly.
“I was scared, Ronan,” I admitted. "I know he has more questions and doesn't know how to ask me."
“I know,” he answered. "But we will sort this out."
He lifted my chin so I would look at him, and then he kissed me slowly, and I kissed him back without hesitation.
We moved toward the back seat of his car without saying much, and we held each other close.
Our kisses grew deeper and longer, and his hands moved over my body in a way that made me forget everything else for a while, and I let myself get lost in the moment.
He lifted my dress and thrust slowly before he went deeper and faster.
I moaned his name as he fucked me so good that I forgot everything that had happened before we left. He knew my body more than Mason did.
And when we were done, he sat beside me, trying to catch his breath.
“I don’t want to live like this,” I breathed.
“Like what?” Ronan asked while turning his head toward me.
“Looking over my shoulder and wondering when he will confront me again, wondering if he will search the kitchen or check the coffee or start asking people questions, because he won't stop once he digs.”
Ronan was quiet for a moment, and I could tell he understood what I was saying without me needing to explain every detail.
“I want to end it,” I said, and my voice was steady now.
“End what?” he asked carefully.
“I want to kill Mason.”
The words felt heavy but clear, and once I said them out loud, they didn't scare me the way I thought they would.
Ronan did not react with shock, and he didn't pull away from me. Instead, he looked at me closely, as if he were measuring how serious I was.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “He already suspects me, and even if he doesn’t have proof now, he will keep digging, and eventually he will find something, and I cannot let that happen.”
Ronan sat up slowly and ran his hands over his face, and I could see that he was thinking about the risks and the consequences, but I could also see that he wouldn't refuse me.