Fated is overrated

Lola POV

Tears well up in my eyes, I can't believe my f*cking luck. As Nick's gaze lands on me, he starts getting up to come me. Baby, no! I would never, I am yours!" he reassures me. He looks over to Ilona and says "please allow me to reject you instead of the other way around, my health already isn't in the best condition, and being rejected by a royal Beta could...".

I am too stunned to move, as she cuts him off by saying the dreaded words "I, Ilona Bellfour, reject you as my mate". Nick drops to the ground clutching his heart, and I waste no time racing over to his side. He is panting hard and I crouch down next to him, rubbing circles on his back.

Tears are streaming down my face at the sight of him. This is the most gentle soul alive, and this b*tch just crushed him deliberately. She knew his health was bad.

She knew a rejection from a royal Beta could kill any lower ranked member to begin with, let alone one whose health is already not in the best shape. "Nick..." is all I can croak out. "Lola, something isn't right..." he croaks out in agonizing pain. "GET THE DOCTOR!" I yell to those around frantically, and many of them start to scurry off."

Talk to me Nick" I plead with a cracking voice. My heart is shattering by just looking at him, it's a feeling I haven't felt since my mother passed away. He drops onto his back with his eyes still closed in pain, and his breathing is getting erratic. "NICK!!!!!" I rush to kneel by his side.

I grab his hand and pull it to my heart, as the tears are streaming down my face. "Tell me what I can do". He lightly squeezes my hand and manages to open his eyes just a little bit. He gives a faint smile and softly speaks "you have already given me the world by loving me. I love you so much Lola" tears are still pouring down, and I have to blink profusely to be able to see him through my watery eyes.

"I love you too Nick, so much. And we will continue to love each other for a long, long time" I say while kissing his hand, and then I bury my face in his neck as I hug him tight. "And you will get to tell me every day for as long as you will have me, Nick. You aren't going anywhere". "Lola..." he croaks out, but I interrupt him while cupping his face " you aren't going anywhere Nick! Do you hear me? You are everything to me, you can't leave". He gives me a small soft smile and brushes his finger against my cheek. "You are... everything.

To me too, Lola. You have.. been. For a long... time. I'm so.... Sorry I am... leaving you... like this.. Please... live.. a happy... life" he grits out in between pants, before his eyes close shut and his breathing slows down. "WHERE IS THE DOCTOR?!" I bellow out to the crowd, anger and anguish consuming me, and I can see the crowd staggering back by the weight of my anger.

"Nick!!!! Stay with me baby, please" I plead with him, but I am unsure if he can hear me at all. 2 men in white coats, accompanied by 3 women in white uniforms rush to his side. Although I am reluctant to leave his side, I have to make room for them in order to treat him. "SAVE HIM" I bellow out to them in a panic. I can tell they are scared of me, but I don't give a f*ck right now. All I need is for him to be OK.

Everything else around me is a blur and although I hear different noises and see different figures in my peripheral vision, nothing registers. All that matters is Nick. After what seemed like ages, one of the doctors stands up and approaches me as I am pacing around, lost in my own thoughts.

As I look up I see my father and brother have also joined me, but I had been too lost to notice. "Doctor!! Is he ok??". The doctor looks at me with a sad expression, and my heart drops. My heart drops like a ton of bricks. "I am sorry Lola, we did everything we could.." he says with a worrisome expression.

"What do you mean 'you did everything we could'? He has to be OK. He has to be" I plead with the doctor, grabbing his hands and peering into his eyes, hoping to spot a lie.

"I am so sorry Lola" the doctor looks down to the ground, and my heart shatters. It feels like my heart has been ripped from my chest and has been stomped on, stabbed with a silver knife profusely and has been thrown through the grinder.

It can't be. It just can't. I glance behind the doctor to see Nick laying on the ground lifelessly. My knees buckle and I drop to the ground. I stare ahead in pure shock, unable to move or say anything, while tears are streaming down my face. I feel Drake and Damon hugging me, but it does nothing to quell my tears. Time seems to be standing still as I stare at Nick's lifeless form. I am breaking down bit by bit.

I am brought out of my daze when I hear laughter. Laughter?! Who the f*ck could be laughing right now? My anger is flaring quicker and more violently than ever, and I perk my ears to hear the awful sound of Ilona's laughter. But what she says next boils my blood instantly, and I can't believe anyone would be this cruel. I wouldn't even be this cruel to my worst enemy."

What a moron! Thinking I would let him reject me. Pathetic little weakling deserved to die" she laughs, as her friends all laugh with her. My hackles are raised instantly and it takes me a second to channel the excruciating amount of anger I feel surfacing.

I have been angry, and downright livid on certain occasions, but nothing compares to what I'm feeling right now. My anger is so overwhelming I start to shake violently and my vision turns red, as if the world is covered in blood. If I wasn't so consumed by my anger it would be disconcerting, but I am out for blood. Her blood. This b*tch will rue the day she led Nick, my Nick, to his demise.