Hidden Secrets (editing and improving the story)

Chapter 47 - Sort things out

Alexander's pov:

When Roxanne told me about the nurse who poisoned Elektra, I was certain Cassandra was behind it all. I still can't believe how ruthless she's become. It's clear now that Cassandra has a twisted obsession with me, fueled by the trauma Bartholomew inflicted on her. That's why she acted irrationally—accusing Roxanne of attacking her and poisoning Elektra.

I immediately mind-linked Alina, asking her to find Cassandra's whereabouts. Unfortunately, she had no leads; Cassandra had vanished across the southern border. That could only mean one thing: Cassandra was likely headed here.

I then mind-linked Steve, requesting access to the hospital's surveillance cameras.

Half an hour later, Steve messaged me with a possible lead just as a nurse began calling for Elektra's relatives. I told Steve to keep searching, and approached the nurse.

"Are you relatives of Miss River?" she asked as I joined her.

"Yes, I'm her nanny, and this is her mate," Roxanne answered, worry etched across her face.

The nurse sighed deeply. "Miss River was poisoned. We performed a gastric lavage and managed to reduce the poison in her system. But she hasn't woken from anesthesia yet."

"And what happens now?" I asked, heart pounding.

"We transferred her to her room. The doctors suggest her mate stay with her—it's been shown to help patients regain consciousness faster. Otherwise, we'll wait for her to wake on her own."

"Thank you," I said, then Roxanne turned to me, urging, "What are you waiting for? Go with her!"

"I will, as soon as the reception tells me her room number."

The nurse smiled gently. "Room 501, fifth floor."

I thanked her and headed straight there.

Finding the room wasn't hard. When I saw Elektra lying there—pale, fragile, as if barely alive—my heart shattered. She looked so weak. I sat beside her and took her hand, sparks coursing through me, butterflies exploding in my stomach.

"Elektra," I whispered close to her ear. "I'm here, my love. Please wake up."

I stayed by her side, whispering to her all night, until exhaustion claimed me.

When I woke the next morning, something was off. Elektra wasn't in the room. Had her condition worsened? Had the staff moved her without telling me?

Before I could panic, the bathroom door opened and Elektra stepped out, looking healthier, a soft smile on her lips.

"Good morning," I breathed.

"Thank you for being here," she said sadly, "but you should go now..."

"Go where?" I asked, stunned.

"Please, don't make this harder. Go back to Cassandra, your mate."

"What? Cassandra isn't my mate! Why would you say that?"

"Alpha Richard said you took Cassandra with you because she's your mate."

"That's nonsense," I said firmly. "Cassandra was raped by Bartholomew in the Silver Dawn pack. I took her away from that nightmare because Bartholomew wanted her—and I couldn't let that happen."

"Oh my Goddess..." she murmured, visibly shaken.

I moved closer, gently placing a finger on her lips. "Relax. I'm here now. For you."

"What happened to me?" she asked quietly.

"You were poisoned," I said seriously.

"Poisoned? When? How? The last thing I remember is fighting my fat... I mean, Bartholomew, then everything went black."

"I'll explain everything. Just be patient."

"Tell me... what's going on?"

"Cassandra poisoned you," I revealed.

"What? Why? How?"

"She came here disguised as a nurse and gave you a pill that was poison."

"Why would she do that?"

"Because she knows I have feelings for you."

Her cheeks flushed as she looked down. "I... I see."

I lifted her chin with my thumb, meeting her eyes. Taking her hand, I led her to sit on the bed.

"Elektra," I sighed deeply, "you and I are mates."

"What? How is that possible? You touch me and I don't feel anything. Besides, my wolf doesn't recognize you."

"I know. It's the spell your father put on you. But don't worry—I know a way to break it."

"How are you so sure?"

"When you were unconscious, every time I touched you, sparks filled my whole body."

"Really?" Her eyes widened.

"Yes. I don't know why, but the bond worked when you were unconscious."

"Elektra, I've always felt something deeper for you. I knew you were special from the moment I saw you."

"I felt the same," she confessed softly.

"Then why did you refuse me? Why were you so hostile? Why didn't you want anything to do with me?"

"Because Alpha Richard told me Cassandra was your mate. That's why you took her with you."

"That bastard! How dare he interfere in our lives!" I exclaimed, frustrated.

She looked at me quietly after a pause. "And now... what?"

"What do you mean?"

"Now that we're mates—as you say..." she started.

I cut her off, shaking my head. "I'm not saying it, Elektra. This is the truth."

"I didn't mean to offend you. I just wanted to ask... what are your intentions?"

"I think I've made that clear. I'm in love with you. I want you. I want to spend my life with you, can't you see?"

Our faces drew close—just inches apart. I looked into her eyes, full of love, and pressed my lips to hers.

Her lips were soft, warm, and inviting. Our kiss began gentle, then deepened into a passionate, hungry embrace. We kissed like we were making up for lost time, unable to get enough.

For the first time in so long, Elektra showed me how much I truly meant to her. I was overwhelmed with joy—knowing she felt the same.

In the quiet comfort of the room, we talked for hours, sharing everything. I told her about Esmeree's revelation—the way to break the spell. She listened intently, especially at that part, speechless but hopeful.

It was clear: not knowing her mate had been a thorn in her heart for years. And I was ready to uproot that pain—once and for all.