The Mate He Hates

Alpha Edward’s POV

The door opened, and Matthew stepped in, which made my brow furrow because I was surprised to see him arriving so early.

“How are you, Alpha Edward?” Matthew asked as he stepped closer to me. “Are you okay?” he asked again, and I grunted. “I feel so terrible, Matthew. I feel worthless,” I spat with anger, my eyes settled outside the window. I hated my helplessness and wished I could just get off this fucking chair.

“You are not worthless, Edward. You are not,” Matthew assured me, but his words fell on deaf ears. Matthew moved closer to me and stood beside me. “The men have been interrogated, but we are yet to know who is behind the attack,” Matthew said to me while I remained silent. I hated how helpless I was in such situations.

“Edward, get a grip of yourself. This is just a phase, and soon all this will be over,” he said while I scoffed and shook my head. “This is not magic, Matthew. I’m crippled, and there is nothing anyone can do about it,” I grumbled.

Matthew remained silent for a moment before he spoke. “You will be fine, Edward. You just have to have faith.” He pleaded, while I just remained silent, staring outside the window.

“I will have to take my leave now. There is a lot that I need to attend to.”

I scoffed bitterly. “Yeah, and I’m here, seated on this chair, doing nothing.”

Matthew sighed. “Alpha Edward, right now, you need rest, but soon you will resume work. A lot of files await your attention. Just because you are in this condition doesn’t mean you are useless, Alpha Edward. You are still skilled and talented whether you are walking or not,” Matthew said before slightly bowing his head. “I will see you soon.” He turned and walked to the door but stopped and looked back at me. “Liam and Amanda are home with my parents. I will give you a number you can contact Amanda with.”

He opened the door and left, leaving me with my thoughts. Sighing heavily, I thought of Amanda. I wished she was here. Her presence alone gives me peace and comfort, and now she was gone. It felt like all the chaos in my life was returning.

The door to my room opened, and Levi barged in, looking furious. “You told Mother to ask me to leave?” he yelled and moved closer to me. “Sorry to disappoint you, cousin, but I’m not leaving!” he challenged. I glared at him, wishing I could use my legs.

“I will stay here until I’m ready to leave,” he said firmly before walking out of my room.

With anger bubbling inside of me, I thought of calling Matthew, but the door opened, and Matthew walked in.

“Good timing. I want Levi out of this mansion this very minute,” I declared, and Matthew furrowed his brow. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want him here,” I snapped.

Matthew moved closer to me. “You shouldn’t send him away, Edward. We keep our enemies closer,” Matthew suggested, and I lifted a brow at him. “Yes, Edward, we don’t know what he will do if he leaves, and besides, Amanda is no longer here, so I see no reason why we should send him away.” He advised, while I remained silent, pondering his words.

“Don’t worry about Levi. I will ask men to spy on him. If he plans to do anything stupid, I will personally deal with him,” Matthew reassured me while a heavy sigh left my lips, and I looked away.

“About the rogues, we are still trying to find out who sent them and why they were sent. The moment I get any news, I will inform you,” Matthew said while I remained silent. I just shook my head. I hated my helplessness. I hated that I was just confined in this wheelchair doing absolutely nothing.

“Alpha Edward, you will be fine, okay?” Matthew said before bowing and leaving the room. The moment he left, a tear dropped on my cheek, but I wiped it off and took a deep breath. “This is a phase, Edward. This is a phase, and you will pass over it,” I murmured those words of encouragement to myself.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Guards!”

Two guards rushed in.

“Help me get on the bed,” I instructed, and the two guards obeyed, helping me get on the bed. I laid on it, covered myself with the blankets, and decided to take a nap.

I was asleep when I noticed a presence in my room, a sense of unease prickling my skin. Before I could open my eyes, a pillow was pressed down onto my face, smothering me. Panic surged through me as I struggled against the weight, thrashing my arms and pushing with all my might. My strength waned quickly, but with a final desperate effort, I managed to shove the person away, only to realize it was a masked man. He stumbled back, his eyes wide with surprise, before darting to the window and jumping out.

Breathing heavily, I shouted, “Guards! Guards, now!”

Three guards burst into the room, their expressions alarmed. “A masked man attacked me. He came through the window,” I yelled, and the two guards followed the window while one stayed behind with me.

Pain and rage bubbled inside me. I hated my helplessness. If only I could use my legs, I could have run after that person and caught him, but here I was, seated and helpless.

Moments later, the door to my room opened, and Matthew dashed in. “Was he found?” I asked, but Matthew shook his head. “The guards are still looking for him.”

I groaned and ran a hand through my hair with frustration. “Someone is trying to assassinate me, Matthew. They now know how weak and helpless I am,” I said bitterly.

“Leave us,” Matthew commanded the guard, who bowed and left.

“Edward, get a grip of yourself-”

“Don’t tell me that, Matthew! No one, absolutely no one, has ever tried to physically attack me until now. This is the second time I’m being attacked because they know I’m now helpless and weak,” I spat bitterly at Matthew, who remained silent, knowing any word from him would anger me.

A knock came on the door, and Matthew asked the person in, who happened to be the head of security in the mansion.

“Alpha, Beta,” he greeted.

“Go on,” Matthew urged.

“We checked through the CCTV and found out that he came with another masked man, and the man happens to have the gift of teleporting. The masked man teleported him here and teleported him away,” the security head revealed, and my brow furrowed.

“You can leave. I’ll come see the clip myself,” Matthew said to William, who bowed before leaving.

A moment of silence hung in the air before Matthew spoke. “I will look into this, Edward. I will be right back.” Matthew excused himself from me and walked out of the room.

A hard lump formed in my throat as I continued staring at the space. My helplessness was taking a toll on me, and it would only be a matter of time before it killed me.

The door to my room opened, and I was surprised to see Matthew walking back just a few seconds after he left. “Someone is here to see you,” Matthew said with a smile, making me raise a brow. “Who is that?” I asked with curiosity.

“Me,” a familiar voice responded behind Matthew, and when the person revealed herself, I realized it was Shalom, our childhood friend.

“Edward,” she beamed as she got closer to me, and without waiting for my permission, she hugged me. “Sorry that I have to come late, but I’m here now. Your Shalom is here,” she whispered, and a wave of comfort enveloped me as I hugged her back.