[ARYA]
"Hello, Samantha! Hell—" Natalya said to Arya even before the woman could respond. Natalya was freaking out like there was something so urgent.
Arya, on the other hand, had just woken up from her much-needed sleep. Her jobs were getting more challenging, and even then, she always managed to know more about her mate, like how many predicaments he was about to face if he stepped up to be the Pavlenko leader.
Arya knew he would be forced to choose between his doctoral profession and being a business manager. Everyone could already tell what Nikita's choice would be— his patients.
"Slow down, Natalya; goodness, what is it this time?" Arya said to the woman who continued ranting.
"Turn on the television!" Natalya said, and Arya did as she was told. She had been used to seeing the media outlets advertise the Pavlenko crash like it was Christmas, so there was nothing new to her there.
"What is Natalya?" Arya asked, sitting up. She knew for a fact that Natalya couldn't risk calling her if nothing terrible happened. Something had to have occurred to Nikita, something that she needed to know.
As his mate, Arya knew she had to protect him, but how was she supposed to protect a man that was way too powerful? A man determined to kill himself and let everything go? How was she supposed to reach out to him without getting her wolf closer to him?
She didn't want to use the mate bond. She wanted to know if they could ever be attracted to each other naturally, like a girl to a boy and vice versa. She wanted him to look at her with love, not because the goddess were forcing them together, no.
She wanted the doctor to fall in love with her of his own volition.
However, with the role she had taken up in his life, it would be hard, or maybe it would be one of those love stories in which the kind man fell in love with the rude and villainous woman who didn't care about anything but herself.
"Go to the hospital. Nikita needs you," Natalya said, shocking even Arya. How did the doctor need her when they barely knew each other?
To Nikita, they had just slept together, and there was nothing more. Arya was just another one-night stand, only this time, and this one-night stand would be a pain in his ass. She always apologized for that each time she wakes up.
Hopefully, all of them would be worth it because it would be pointless going back to her people only for her to explain that she had come for her mate, but she had broken him way too much that he barely knew what was good and bad for him.
Even her mother would be disappointed, and they would probably find a second chance mate for her or force her to mate with one of the pack wolves. That idea alone got Arya jumping off from her bed and dressing up while Natalya was freaking out on the phone.
As much as Arya needed to get to the hospital, she knew she needed to be at the Pavlenko estate. She needed to be there when Nikita came back, and she needed to be there to see how he was fairing on, and she needed to show up fast.
"Are you home?" Arya asked Natalya.
"What?"
"I said, are you at the Pavlenko estate?" Arya said as she hailed a cab. She lived a pretty simple life for a human spy.
As she was waiting for Natalya's response, Arya noticed the moonlight pack's spotter and waved at him.
The man was too shocked to see that the princess had seen him, but then what was there for him other than a smile and nod like he didn't want to go to the princess and tell her that her mother's condition was worsening?
"Yes, I— Why— Don't tell me you—" Natalya said, struggling to form a coherent sentence. Was this woman going to show up again? When had that become part of the save Nikita form himself plan? How was that supposed to work out?
Natalya clearly figured out that Nikita meant more to the young woman who called herself Samantha. The doctor met more than the woman could get out, and right now, instead of going to him at the hospital, she was coming to the Pavlenko house?
When did that become okay? Then again, it wasn't like they had spent the better part of their days sitting and waiting for Nikita to turn into a messy puddle.
"Natalya? Are you at the estate?" Arya asked when she got no response from Natalya. The cab driver was also waiting for instructions.
"Ah yes, I'm at the estate."
"Alright, I'll see you in twenty. Also, Nikita is at the hospital, right?" Arya asked, and Natalya wondered whether the young girl was deaf or stupid. That was technically the first thing she had said when she had called or where was her mind wandering off to anyway?
"Yeah," Natalya responded. She was doing the regular cleaning at the Pavlenko household.
It had been a while since the house had been cleaned. Mainly because Nikita didn't want anything changed, but then they couldn't live in a dusty house just because. Then again, what could she do? She had to take care of the young Pavlenko.
Someone had to be there for the doctor before all hell broke loose, and that someone was Natalya.
"Alright, do me a favor—" Arya said before she gave instructions to Natalya. They had to get working.
While Natalya kept her end of the bargain, Arya was headed towards her. She was scrolling through the tabloids, and everything she was reading and the videos she was watching about her mate, broke her heart.
She had never thought that Nikita Pavlenko could have been reduced to whoever this was. Arya hated herself for not sensing that her mate was human, but then she wasn't a goddess who knew where everything was and where people weren't.
She didn't know who Nikita was up until five months ago, and that too was a month after he had lost everything that gave him a reason to live.
Arya was frustrated. She wanted to get to Nikita, activate their bond, and hug him. She wanted to comfort him and tell him that everything would be okay, but she knew she couldn't do that because even she didn't know.
There was so much at stake.
As the cab driver drove towards the Pavlenko estate, Arya wondered how long she would have to stay on the sidelines.
Her mate was hurting, and it was messing with her.
Maybe she needed to activate their bond because what if she lost him, but was that really a good idea?
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