Chapter 65
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Simon’s thoughts drifted back sharply to the harsh words he had thrown at Georgia earlier that day. He had told her she’d let him down, that she was no longer the woman he once knew. Regret now gnawed at him, fierce and unrelenting. He was not the one who had suffered. Not truly.
His voice softened, carrying the weight of an apology unspoken. “When I saw her before, she didn’t seem this bad. I don’t know why she fainted again just now, but you need to take her to the hospital–immediately. She’s been through hell: drowning, fever, passing out… Even the healthiest werewolves would struggle with all that. Georgia’s different. She’s lost her wolf. She’s far more fragile than any human you’ve ever known.”
Preston’s reply was terse but resolute. “Alright. I’ll drive her there now.”
“Good. I’ll meet you there,” Simon responded, his voice heavy with concern.
They disconnected the call almost simultaneously.
Standing over the bed, Preston’s eyes fixed on the delicate form of the woman who barely resembled the fierce Georgia he’d once known. Simon’s warning echoed relentlessly in his mind: Don’t you know your attitude toward Georgia and the willingness you show have determined her fate these past three years?
Is he right? Preston pondered bitterly. Yes. He knew it to be true. Yet the sight of that gruesome scar carved deep into her skin twisted something dark and violent inside him–a raw, primal fury that screamed to tear someone apart.
His emotions churned in a storm of anger, guilt, confusion. Bending over her, he carefully smoothed her shirt, his fingers lingering on her fragile frame. Then he pulled a heavy tweed coat from the closet and draped it over her with tender precision, as if shielding her from the cold cruelty of the world.
Only then did Preston truly see how much Georgia had withered away. The softness and fullness she once had were gone, replaced by a thinness that spoke of starvation–not just of the body, but of the soul.
He cradled her in his arms, recalling how whe Chapter Unlocked, Enjoy Reading! carried her like a burden, yet one he bore willingly. The elevator hummed softly, descending to the first floor as Preston navigated the dim, luxurious lobby of the club. Eyes followed them–some full of envy, others burning with undisguised curiosity.
When the hospital ward came into view, Simon had already finished his examination.
“Not terrible, but you need to stop torturing her,” Simon said blugtly, shaking his head. “She’s had a long, brutal day. Drowning, fever, passing out… and now she faints again–right after waking. That’s on you, Preston.”
Simon’s sarcasm was sharp, but Preston said nothing. Simon thought, He’s oddly calm today.
“What did you do to her after I left?” Simon pressed.
Preston’s cold glance sent a shiver down Simon’s spine. He swallowed and added, “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about
it.”
Preston’s icy demeanor deepened. “Simon, you can go now,”
Simon’s voice was thick with frustration. “I’m just a come–and–go person at your beck and call, huh? You toss me out when I’m no longer useful. Preston, you’re the most heartless man I’ve ever met.”
Preston exhaled slowly, his voice low and steady. “Get some rest. Someone from the pack will be here tomorrow. You won’t have much downtime.”
The world outside saw Preston as arrogant and domineering. But within the pack, those who knew him understood his gentleness–quiet, nearly imperceptible, but there.
Simon’s gaze flicked to Georgia lying on the bed, and a suspicion gnawed at him. Could she be the reason for Preston’s unusual softness?
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