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Nesta’s POV

1 sat on the edge of my bed, my entire body trembling with shame and confusion. The events of the night played on a continuous loop in my mind, refusing to let me find any peace.

My fingers traced the marks on my neck, the tingling sensation a constant reminder of the bond I shared with both brothers. I had thought those bonds were severed, or at least weakened, but tonight had proven otherwise.

When Rowan had requested to touch me, something inside me had shifted. Old feelings from the past resurfaced with a force I couldn’t control.

Butterflies had warred in my belly, a mixture of excitement and dread swirling together.

Rowan was drunk, his judgement clouded by the alcohol, but his touch had felt real and raw, stirring emotions I had tried to bury.

I tried to rationalise it. After all, Nolan had made it clear that I was nothing more than his mistress. Our arrangement was purely physical, devoid of any deeper connection.

So why did I feel this overwhelming guilt for being with Rowan? Was it because, deep down, I had hoped for something more with Nolan? That despite

everything, I had harboured feelings for him that went beyond our physical

encounters?

But that was foolish. Nolan had never promised me anything more. He had never shown any sign that he viewed me as anything other than a temporary

distraction.

In reality, both he and Rowan had rejected me. Their marks on my neck were a cruel reminder of that rejection, a physical symbol of bonds that should no longer exist.

Rowan’s plea had been different. He had begged for my touch, noted or

demanded it. There had been a vulnerability in his request that had struck a chord within me.

For a moment, I had seen the man he used to be, the one who had been my mate before everything went wrong. Well, it didn’t go wrong. He just realised that he was better off without me since he is not handicapped anymore.

It was that vulnerability, that desperate need for connection, that had drawn me to him. My feelings for Rowan never died because even when he rejected me, he

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wasn’t as rude as Nolan was.

1 sat there, trembling. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had somehow cheated on Nolan. It was an irrational thought, given our relationship, but it persisted nonetheless.

Perhaps it was because, despite everything, I had wanted something more with Nolan too. I don’t know what it is about him but it keeps drawing me in.

I had hoped, even against all logic, that he would see me as more than just a mistress. That he would care for me in a way that went beyond physical desire. But that hope was shattered now. Nolan had caught us, and the look of betrayal in his eyes had cut deeper than any words ever could.

I had seen anger, disappointment, and hurt all mixed together, and it had left me feeling hollow and ashamed.

Rowan was my mate, just not in the same way Nolan was. The bonds were different, but they were there.

And in my moment of weakness, I had allowed those bonds to dictate my actions. I had let my guard down, allowed old feelings to resurface, and now I was paying the price.

I couldn’t help but feel trapped in this web of confusion and heartache. I was Nolan’s mistress, yet my heart ached for more. I had a bond with Rowan, yet that bond was marred by rejection and pain.

Both brothers had marked me, and those marks were a constant reminder of my divided loyalties and the complex emotions that came with them.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I buried my face in my hands. I felt lost, adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions.

The shame of what had happened, the guilt of betraying Nolan, and the confusion over my feelings for both brothers weighed heavily on my soul.

I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew that things had changed irrevocably tonight. The fragile balance I had maintained was shattered, and now I had to navigate the wreckage of my choices.

All I could do was take it one day at a time and hope that somehow, I would find a way to make sense of the chaos within me. I hope it does. Really really do.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The door to my bedroom creaked open, and I braced myself for Maria’s familiar presence, even though it was late. But instead of her, Nolan’s scent wafted in, sharp and unmistakable.

My heart pounded faster, and I slowly raised my puffy eyes to meet his. He stood there, watching me for a moment, his expression unreadable..

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Without a word, he turned and made his way to the bathroom. Moments later, I heard the water running. My heart raced, wondering what he was thinking, what he was planning to do.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, expected him to return with anger, to scream at me, to call me names, to threate me again.

But when he came back, his demeanour shocked me to the core. He scooped me up in his strong arms, and without a word, carried the into the shower.

The warm water cascaded over us, soaking my clothes, but I hardly noticed. I was 100 stunned by his silence, his unexpected gentleness.

Nolan held me close, his touch surprisingly tender. He didn’t speak, didn’t berate me. Instead, he simply washed away the remnants of the night, his hands moving with a surprising softness.

I felt the weight of the water, the warmth eveloping us, but my mind was racing, trying to understand this new side of him.

I expected fury, but there was none. Instead, his eyes held a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. He was distant, yet there was a certain vulnerability in his actions, as if he was struggling with his own inner turmoil.

The silence was deafening, and I found myself longing for him toy something, anything, to break the tension. Even if it were curses.

But he remained quiet, his actions speaking louder than words.

The gentle way he held me, the way he carefully washed away the night’s events, it was all so different from what I had expected. My heart ached with confusion and a strange sense of relief.

As the water continued to pour over us, I felt the tension in my body slowly ebb away. Nolan’s touch, his unexpected care, was soothing in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

I closed my eyes, leaning into him, allowing myself to momentarily forget the chaos and pain that had consumed me.

When he finally turned off the water, he wrapped a towel around me and carried. me back to the bedroom.

He laid me down gently, tucking the covers around me. My eyes met his once more, searching for answers in his gaze, but he still didn’t speak.

He stood there for a moment, looking down at me with a mixture of emotions in his eyes.

Then, without a word, he turned and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The silence that followed was heavy, but there was a strange comfort in

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