Nicholas's POV

The day started like every other,before the sun, with the skyline still drowning in fog, by seven, I’d reviewed two acquisition proposals, rejected one, approved another, and signed off on a merger that would crush a competing pharmaceutical chain before they even realized what hit them.

By eight, I was in my first board meeting, where grown men with silver pens and Harvard degrees still stammered when I looked their way, by nine, a luxury automaker from Berlin tried to negotiate a partnership. They left with a watered scotch and their egos bleeding.

This was my rhythm. Precision. Control. Power.

My office was a fortress of glass and steel, overlooking a city that never rested, and neither did I. I had built an empire from nothing but instinct and discipline. Where others chased wealth, I bent it to my will.

I didn’t tolerate incompetence. I didn’t entertain small talk. And I certainly didn’t have time for distractions.

“Sir, your next call with the Zurich division is in five,” Anna reminded me as she entered, tablet in hand, heels silent on marble floors. Efficient and sharp, The only assistant who’d lasted more than a month.

I nodded once, dismissing her.

Relationships, emotions, love,they were weaknesses. I had no room for softness in a world that devoured the weak,no one saw past the tailored suits or steel-gray eyes. No one dared to ask what kept me up at night.

Not even I remembered, but somewhere in the stillness between meetings, when the city went quiet… I sometimes wondered if something was missing.

Then I buried the thought. There was work to do.

The Zurich call ended five minutes early. They’d learned not to waste my time.

I stood by the window again, hands in my pockets, watching the clouds roll over the city like smoke. From up here, everything was distant, controlled, just how I preferred it. But sometimes, in the quiet moments, memory crept in.

My father’s voice.

He’d been larger than life, in every way,an Alpha who built our pack’s name with strength and sheer will. I used to watch him lead, speak, command… and I swore I’d become him one day. And I did, in my own way.

He passed quietly. No drama, no tragedy, just age catching up to the wolf who never slowed down. His final words to me had been simple: “Lead with clarity, not emotion.” I’ve followed that ever since.

My mother, though… I never knew her. She died when I was an infant, I have no memories of her, just a name, a photograph, and a silence that always felt deliberate, maybe if it weren't for the curse, I probably would have known how she looked like.

A knock interrupted.

Anna entered. “One item from the board before your lunch, Morriston Medical Group. They’re revisiting the merger. The hospital and its research division. Solid profit margins.”

Hospitals weren’t typically my focus. But something about the name…

“Morriston,” I repeated under my breath.

“Yes,” Anna confirmed, eyes scanning her tablet. “We could absorb it into the Foundation division, or turn it into a flagship medical partnership. Clean brand. High-end.”

“Put it on the agenda for Monday,” I said without looking at her. She nodded and left.

I stayed by the window a moment longer, the city still beneath me, predictable, obedient.

But that name echoed in my chest longer than it should have, Morriston, where have I heard that name?

After Anna left, I sat back down, but the day’s rhythm no longer felt seamless.

I glanced at the monitor on my desk,four new messages, two flagged contracts, one urgent call from the finance director in Dubai. Normally, I’d respond without hesitation. But for some reason, I let them sit.

I leaned back, exhaling slowly.

For years, I’d lived by structure. Everything had a place, meetings, profit margins, expansion strategies. There was no room for uncertainty. No room for ghosts, dreams, or… memories that didn’t belong to me, and yet, something about that hospital name still lingered.

Morriston.

I clicked it open again, scanning the fine print—not the financials, but the location. Emberpine. I hadn’t seen that name in years. Not since my father’s funeral.

My hometown.

The heart of Highfang territory. My pack that I haven't been in for 2 years now.

The place I’d spent most of my childhood trying to forget, not because it was painful, but because it was... haunting. Filled with memories I never allowed myself to revisit. The howls in the forest at night. The expectations. The weight. The prophecy no one dared say aloud.

I thought I’d buried that part of my life when I crossed the Atlantic and built my empire in steel and glass.

But now… a hospital in Emberpine has landed on my desk, coincidence? Maybe. But I didn’t believe in those.

I leaned back slowly, fingers steepled under my chin, the city lights flickering across the windows behind me.

“What the hell is Morriston Hospital doing in Highfang territory?” I muttered.

Anna’s voice broke the silence from the doorway. “Sir? Your car is ready.” I stood, collected, unreadable as always.

But inside, something was shifting , for the first time in a long time...... I was going back.