#Chapter 65: Fragments of a Bond

Olivia The following days melted together into a haze of ceaseless activity and unwavering concern. I observed Nathan tirelessly dedicating himself to his duties with the Alpha Council, his sleep-deprived eyes betraying the weight he carried upon his shoulders. Yet, even amidst his responsibilities, he remained an unwavering presence in my life, showering me with unwarranted attention and care. Though I appreciated his devotion, I couldn't help but feel suffocated at times. It felt as though every morning I would wake up to the sound of him knocking on my door, and on more than one occasion he barged right in with a tray of food and steaming hot tea. “Here you go,” he said one morning, a little over a week after my hospital visit. He walked into my room with a tray of breakfast food, without even knocking, and set it down on my bedside table. I quickly pulled my sheets up to cover myself as I sat up, nervously running a hand through my messy hair. “T-Thanks,” I