Nicholas POV
The vial felt heavier than it should have.
It rested in my palm like a living thing—small, fragile, and yet carrying the weight of everything I had fought for over the past three years. Hope. Fear. Salvation. Ruin.
Three years of sleepless nights. Of watching her suffer while I stood there, helpless—Alpha King, and still not enough. All of it…for this.
I turned it slowly between my fingers, watching the pink liquid shimmer under the light of my office. It caught the glow from the window and scattered it like broken stars across the desk. Beautiful. Deceptive. Like something meant to distract you just long enough before it destroyed everything.
It looked harmless.
That was what terrified me the most.
A soft knock echoed through the room.
I didn’t answer immediately. I
