Chapter 227 

Chapter 227 

-Grayson’s POV- 

“If I had known you’d be so gloomy, I would have brought you chocolates and flowers.” 

I didn’t bother looking away from the window. The sky outside was a dull shade of gray, thick clouds rolling over each other as if they, too, were restless. Maybe a storm was coming. Maybe it wasn’t. I didn’t really care. 

Lately, I found myself saying less and less. It wasn’t that I had nothing to say it was that the only person I wanted to say anything to wasn’t here. Ava. 

I wanted to tell her everything. How sorry I was. How much I missed her. How much I wanted- 

I stopped. My jaw clenched as I forced the thought to fully form in my mind. 

I wanted the baby. 

I wanted the baby. 

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, and I exhaled sharply. The weight of it settled deep in my chest, heavier than anything I’d ever carried before. 

And then–click. 

I snapped my head toward the sound, my eyes narrowing at Carter, who stood by the doorway, his phone raised. 

“Did you just take a picture of me?” I asked, my voice low, dangerous. 

A slow grin spread across his face, “Yes. And I’m naming it Grayson Blackwood, Lost in Thought. A rare sighting, really. Never thought I’d see the day.” 

My glare sharpened, “Get out.” 

He waved a dismissive hand and strolled inside, completely ignoring my words as he sank onto the sofa. “Oh, please. Just only one who has come to visit you? You must have really pissed off everyone admit that you’re happy to see me. Am I the this time.” 

I didn’t reply. Just turned back to the window. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked after a beat. 

I scoffed, “I’ve known you long enough to know you always have an agenda. So why don’t you stop wasting both our time and just tell me what 

you 

want?” 

Carter pressed a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “I’m genuinely hurt, Grayson. I thought we were friends.” 

I shot him a look. 

He sighed. “Fine. Your problems have become my problems. Remember when you told me to stop looking for the sister?” 

I went still. My fingers curled into the sheets at my sides, but I didn’t say anything. 

Carter studied me, then smirked. “By the way you’re staring at me blankly, I’d say you already know who she is so I guess my 

ahead investigation wsd in vain even though I found her. It’s 

go 

My jaw tightened. 

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But Carter wasn’t done, “However, my little investigation has now put me on the radar of the psychotic maniac who wants you dead. So congratulations–now I have a target on my back too.” 

“So what?” I muttered, “You need protection?” 

Carter let out a laugh, but there was no humor in it, “No. I need reassurance that you actually have a plan to fix this mess. Because I like being alive.” 

“Congratulations,” I said dryly. “You’ve just won the award for Selfishness of the Year.” 

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Carter grinned. “And you’ll be right next to me, receiving the award for Stubbornness. Let’s not start throwing stones in glass houses, Grayson. I need a damn plan.” 

Before I could respond, a deep, thickly accented voice cut through the room. 

“I told you Mr. Blackwood is not allowed to have visitors.” 

Carter and I both turned toward the door. 

A tall doctor stood there, his crisp white coat a stark contrast against his dark complexion. His arms were crossed over his chest, his expression stony as he frowned at Carter. 

But Carter–being Carter–only smiled in return, as if he hadn’t just been caught breaking the rules. 

He spoke in flawless Italian, his voice smooth and charming. “Le mie scuse, dottore. Dovevo discutere qualcosa di importante con il signor Blackwood. Ora me ne vado.” (My apologies, doctor. I had something important to discuss with Mr. Blackwood. I will take my leave.) 

My eyes flicked between them as the doctor’s expression barely softened. But he gave Carter a begrudging nod. 

With an easy, practiced grace, Carter pushed himself off the sofa, giving me one last glance before strolling toward the door. “Try not to be too miserable, amico. I’ll be in touch.” 

And then he was gone. 

The Doctor turned his sharp gaze to me and let out a breath, muttering something in Italian before stepping closer. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked, switching to English. 

I didn’t answer right away. 

Because honestly? I didn’t know how I felt but I was sure he was asking me regarding how I was physically feeling. 

Instead, I muttered, “Fine.” 

He scoffed. “Certo. Of course. Because a man who was shot three times always feels fine.” 

I gave him a deadpan look. 

He sighed and began checking my vitals, asking routine questions I barely paid attention to. My mind was elsewhere–stuck on the conversation with Carter. 

Damien was after him too. 

Damien. 

Just the thought of his name sent a sharp wave of fury through me. That bastard had ruined too many lives already. And now he was planning something. 

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But Carter wasn’t done, “However, my little investigation has now put me on the radar of the psychotic maniac who wants you dead. So congratulations–now I have a target on my back too.” 

“So what?” I muttered, “You need protection?” 

Carter let out a laugh, but there was no humor in it, “No. I need reassurance that you actually have a plan to fix this mess. Because I like being alive.” 

“Congratulations,” I said dryly. “You’ve just won the award for Selfishness of the Year.” 

Carter grinned. “And you’ll be right next to me, receiving the award for Stubbornness. Let’s not start throwing stones in glass houses, Grayson. I need a damn plan.” 

Before I could respond, a deep, thickly accented voice cut through the room. 

“I told you Mr. Blackwood is not allowed to have visitors.” 

Carter and I both turned toward the door. 

A tall doctor stood there, his crisp white coat a stark contrast against his dark complexion. His arms were crossed over his chest, his expression stony as he frowned at Carter. 

But Carter–being Carter–only smiled in return, as if he hadn’t just been caught breaking the rules. 

He spoke in flawless Italian, his voice smooth and charming. “Le mie scuse, dottore. Dovevo discutere qualcosa di importante con il signor Blackwood. Ora me ne vado.” (My apologies, doctor. I had something important to discuss with Mr. Blackwood. I will take my leave.) 

My eyes flicked between them as the doctor’s expression barely softened. But he gave Carter a begrudging nod. 

With an easy, practiced grace, Carter pushed himself off the sofa, giving me one last glance before strolling toward the door. “Try not to be too miserable, amico. I’ll be in touch.” 

And then he was gone. 

The Doctor turned his sharp gaze to me and let out a breath, muttering something in Italian before stepping closer. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked, switching to English. 

I didn’t answer right away. 

Because honestly? I didn’t know how I felt but I was sure he was asking me regarding how I was physically feeling. 

Instead, I muttered, “Fine.” 

He scoffed. “Certo. Of course. Because a man who was shot three times always feels fine.” 

I gave him a deadpan look. 

He sighed and began checking my vitals, asking routine questions I barely paid attention to. My mind was elsewhere–stuck on the conversation with Carter. 

Damien was after him too. 

Damien. 

Just the thought of his name sent a sharp wave of fury through me. That bastard had ruined too many lives already. And now he was planning something. 

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I needed to act. Soon. 

I was so lost in thought that I barely noticed when the doctor started touching the bandages, ut then his voice broke through my haze. 

“You need rest, Mr. Blackwood.” 

I let out a humorless laugh. 

Rest? 

There was no rest for a man like me. Not when the storm was still coming 

“Cristo santo!” 

The curse in rapid, startled Italian made me snap out of my thoughts. 

I turned to the doctor, frowning at the sheer shock on his face. His usually composed expression had shattered, his dark eyes wide as he stared do, his mouth slightly open like he had just seen something impossible. 

My gaze dropped. 

That was when I saw it. 

The bandage he had been unwrapping was now discarded to the side, and where an open, brutal wound should have been- there was nothing. No stitches. No angry, inflamed flesh. Not even the faintest trace of a scar. 

My body had healed. 

I exhaled sharply, not out of relief but something closer to shock. My hands moved on their own, fingers reaching for the other bandages wrapped around my body. I tore them off one by one, my breath quickening with each strip of gauze 1 discarded. 

Nothing. 

No wounds. Just smooth, unbroken skin. 

I felt my pulse hammering in my ears as I pushed myself off the hospital bed. 

“Che diavolo…” The doctor muttered, his voice still laced with disbelief as he took a hesitant step back. Then, snapping out of his shock, he finally spoke louder, demanding, “What are you doing?” 

I met his gaze, my voice eerily calm, “I don’t have injuries anymore. Which means I’m free to go.” 

His brow furrowed. “Aspetta, wait–this isn’t possible. You were shot three times last night! There were stitches, damaged tissue–this level of recovery is not humanly possible!” 

“It must be a miracle from God,” I said flatly. 

The doctor opened his mouth, about to argue, but I didn’t have the patience for it. My glare darkened, a silent command that made his words die in his throat. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, but he didn’t dare contradict me. 

“Sign the discharge papers,” I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument. “Bring them to me. Now.” 

He hesitated for a second too long. 

I took a step forward, my stance radiating authority—the kind that demanded obedience, the kind that made even the most 

stubborn men fold. 

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His throat tightened. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and strode toward the door. The moment thes behind him, I exhaled slowly, running a hand down my face. 

The wounds were gone. 

But my wolf… 

I reached inward, searching for the connection I had once taken for granted. 

Silence. 

There was nothing. No answering growl. No flicker of energy. Just emptiness. He was will gone. 

My jaw clenched. 

I shoved the thought aside for now. There was another question that had been gnawing at me, one I couldn’t ignore any longer. 

Ava. 

She was my fated mate. That much had become painfully clear. It should have been the most obvious thing in the world and I had marked her. 

So why wasn’t the curse broken? 

I paced the small hospital room, trying to make sense of it. 

Was there something I was missing? Some part of the process that hadn’t been fulfilled? 

Unless… 

I didn’t get to finish the thought when I heard footsteps again. I turned to tell the doctor that he was fast but the words died down when I came face to face with.. 

Liam 

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