Alvira’s P.O.V.
Nikolai took the hectic news surprisingly well, all things considered. I could feel his pain and his inner turmoil in the tightness of his grip on my hand. “Nikolai,” I said, holding my gaze on him. “If you’re not ready to face it, that’s okay.” I tried my best to reassure him, but he pushed up from the hospital bed anyway, shaking his head in defiance and heaving a deep breath.
“Nik,” Trevor said, rushing around to the side of the bed I stood on. “C’mon bud. You have to take it easy.”
“I’m fine,” my mate huffed. His legs didn’t waver as he stood, which honestly surprised me. “The bruising is there, but nothing’s broken.” I watched with bated breath as he stood before me, something dancing in his stare that I couldn’t quite comprehend. Nikolai’s jaw tensed and slackened
