Forged in the Flames by Karima Sa'ad Usman

Nikolas POV

Sitting in the tub with Aliana in my arms fell so right. It felt more right than anything I had done in my entire life. How could something that felt so right be so wrong?

There was an incredible feeling that came with Aliana. A feeling that I had never felt before. And though I fought it, I knew it would be inevitable. In the past, I had fought myself from embracing my feelings because I knew they would not last. I would have to fulfil my promises to my mother, and I could not place Aliana in that picture.

After the date night that we danced and drank, and she even threw up, I knew I loved her, and I knew my heart wouldn’t stop beating the way it did, but I also knew what we had was forbidden and against everything in our world.

After Grant and Ingham confronted me in my office, it made me rethink everything.

I knew the feeling I was developing for Aliana would not disappear, but I could not allow it to thrive, so I cut off and tried to deal with my emotions.

I tried to forget about that night and how she made me feel. I shut her off and stayed away. I told myself that it would go away if I did not see her, but it left nothing but emptiness in my heart, and I was a miserable man.

Within those months, I applied for kingship, and many people suggested it would move faster if I were mated to a Lycan from either the Snow King’s family or the Hill King’s family, but I felt it was wrong because I was the rightful heir to the forest throne. It was Gabriel’s fault, and knowing I still had a revenge to enact on the traitor made me pull away from Aliana.

My nights were long, and my days were long and cold.

It was hard, and I saw myself and my drive fade away.

Qusack noticed, and he would often urge me to damn the consequences and live in the moment, but I was worried about where my actions would leave Aliana and me when it was time to part ways because it would happen. No matter how much I loved her, I knew we would have to say goodbye someday. The complexity of the situation made me fall back, k*ill*ing me.

I often glanced at her door and imagined what she was doing there. When I entered my mother’s room, her scent lingered in the air, and I took it in.

It had been difficult, and Ingham and Grant made it worse by organising the ridiculous garden parties at night.

It used to be something I enjoyed, but I just couldn’t relax and participate anymore. I was in knots.

I would catch Aliana peeking from the window, but she did not think I would see her. I could see in the dark, and I would see her rage and disappointment before she moved away. I knew she was feeling what I was feeling. Both of us were suffering.

If only I wasn’t a Lycan, and if only her father had not betrayed my father, then this would have worked, but everything was against us, and there was nothing I could do to fix it. It wasn’t going to work.

because it was a hopeless situation, but I wondered what would have been. I wondered how it would have felt to

too. I wanted to confront him, but I believed his

let it go, just like every other rule she had broken and

building and hoped the

chair in my mother’s room

If that ever happened, then everything I had suffered and endured, even refusing to love the woman I wanted, would be worth it,

linked me to inform me of Ingham’s

by telling me he would handle it because he was closer to the palace, but by then, Bane had taken over, and

in her room, I realised I would be a fool if I did not give what we had a chance. I had punished myself for too long. The fact that she understood that it would not last and knew what would happen in the future made me

till the day I d*ie. I planned to suffer the same way she would I was mad at myself for blocking her off, that

one day, and it did. Had she been easy, the b*astar*d would have succeeded, and he would have lost his life for it. Her defiance saved his life, and I made sure I let him

in the tub, I pulled Aliana close to my chest and promised myself never to let

unsure of my resolve until I

to do, and I would have enemies for it. I might never be King, but she was

she does not get afraid. But I planned to separate her from my vengeance and let my heart and wolf be happy for once. I wasn’t going to

her in the tub with this resolve, and

in hot water for a bit to avoid getting sore. Some would argue cold

would rest one day. She m*oa*ned sweetly, and I smiled. She responded

I wanted to

brought her

first. She did not say a word, and it was okay. There was no need for words between us. We were giving this thing a shot, and I was secretly giving it my all, I didn’t want to just have

tub for a while and then

I was giving in and not punishing myself anymore. I spent the night learning about

I

asked her while we lay

she said, and

she as stubborn