His Love

Chapter 15

Tara's POV
I woke up to the sound of muffled voices, my eyes fluttering open. I saw Klaus standing beside a man in a white coat, both hovering over me. My body felt like it was on fire, yet I was shivering uncontrollably. My stomach ached, and my vision began to blur. It was getting harder to keep my eyes open.

Before I blacked out, I heard Klaus shouting, his voice sharp and panicked.

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Klaus's POV
"FIX HER!" I roared at the pudgy doctor beside me, who was nervously sweating as he took Tara's hand.

"I... I think—sir..." he stammered.

"STOP STUTTERING!" I barked.

The man swallowed hard and began to speak more clearly. "She's malnourished. It seems she's also developed a cold, likely due to her weakened state. She should recover if she takes the prescribed medication and eats three meals a day—every day."

"Fine. Give me the pills and leave. I'll have someone send you your payment."

The doctor handed me the pill bottle and scurried out of the room without another word. I sat down in the chair beside Tara's bed, gripping the bottle tightly. My gaze remained fixed on her as I waited for her to wake up.

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Tara's POV
When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Klaus sitting in the chair beside my bed, staring at me. Startled, I jerked back and hit my head against the headboard with a loud thump.

"Ouch!" I hissed, wincing.

Klaus leaned forward, reaching out to rub the spot on my head. "Don't touch me," I snapped, pulling away.

He sighed but ignored my protests as he helped me sit up. "You need to take better care of yourself," he said sternly. "I don't want to see you hurt or sick like this ever again."

"You know I wouldn't have gotten sick if it weren't for you," I shot back, glaring at him.

His eyes darkened, but his tone remained calm. "From now on, you'll eat three meals a day. One of my siblings will be with you to make sure you're not throwing up your food. And you'll take these pills to recover."

I glared at him but snatched the pill from his hand and swallowed it.

"You know I hate you, right?" I said bitterly.

Klaus's jaw tightened, and his voice was low but forceful. "You will learn to love me."

Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room.

Two hours later, my body felt more stable. Klaus insisted I come downstairs for dinner. Once again, I found myself at the dining table with the Mikaelson family. A plate of chicken soup and bread was set before me. My stomach growled, but the thought of eating with these liars soured my appetite.

"You haven't touched your plate. Eat," Klaus ordered, his hand gripping mine.

"I'm not hungry, Niklaus," I replied, spelling out his name slowly in defiance.

Without hesitation, Klaus grabbed my plate in one hand and me in the other. He pulled me onto his lap as he set the plate down in front of us.

"Now eat," he said with a small, menacing smile. "Or I'll feed you myself."

My face burned with embarrassment as I hesitantly picked up the spoon and started eating. As I swallowed the soup, I felt Klaus's face close to my neck. He inhaled deeply, and my body stiffened, my breath catching in my throat.

"Come on, brother. You're making her nervous," Kol teased from across the table.

"Khol," Klaus growled.

"Klaus, I've got news about what you asked yesterday," Elijah said, his tone serious.

Klaus's eyes lit up, and his expression shifted instantly. He placed me back in my chair and kissed my cheek lightly. "Finish your food, then go upstairs and rest. I'll see you in the morning."

I watched as Klaus left the room with Elijah, Kol, and Marcel. Left alone with Rebekah and Freya, the silence was thick and awkward, broken only by the sound of clinking silverware.

Once I finished eating, I stood to leave.

"Tara, wait," Rebekah said. "I know you're angry, but you need to understand—my brother has never loved anyone until he found you. I just wanted him to be happy."

I turned to her, my voice cold. "And you took away my happiness to give him his. I thought I could trust you, but I can't."

Without waiting for a response, I walked out of the dining room and up the stairs. As I passed Klaus's study, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. I heard his voice inside.

"I had one of my men kill him," Marcel said.

"I need confirmation," Klaus replied coldly. "I need to know that boy—Damon—is dead."

Marcel handed Klaus his phone. I peeked through the crack in the door and saw Klaus looking at a picture.

"He's dead," Klaus said, a sinister laugh escaping his lips. "Now he'll never see Tara again."

My breath hitched, and I hurried back to my room, my heart pounding in my chest. Tears streamed down my face as I climbed into bed. I buried myself under the covers, unable to stop crying.

"Klaus is a liar," I whispered into the darkness before falling into a restless sleep.

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