The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 370

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The dinner table was small, barely large enough for three people, its surface scarred with the marks of years of use. A simple meal of roasted meat and vegetables sat in the center, steam rising in curling wisps that dissipated into the cool evening air.

Iva sat between Nick and her father, her hands wrapped around her cup of water, her appetite vanished. She pushed the food around her plate, her movements mechanical, her gaze fixed on the table in front of her

The atmosphere was tense.

She could feel it in the air–the unspoken words, the barely contained frustration, the weight of expectations pressing down on her from all sides. It was a familiar feeling, one that she had grown accustomed to over the weeks since her rescue.

But tonight, it felt heavier than usual.

Her father’s eyes were fixed on her, his disapproval palpable. He was a man of strong opinions, quick to judge, slow to understand. And right now, his judgment was aimed squarely at her.

“Iva,” Rhys said, his voice carrying that familiar tone of forced patience. “Think about what you’re doing. Think about Nick. Think about your future together. You have a chance at such a beautiful bond, yet you’re hanging on to a misfortune.”

Iva’s grip on her cup tightened.

She knew he meant well. She knew he was trying to protect her, to guide her toward what he believed was the right decision. But the way he spoke to her–the condescension, the dismissal of her feelings–rubbed her wrong every time.

The word “mistake” echoed in her mind, sharp and cruel.

Her child was not a misfortune.

Nick shot Rhys a warning glance, his hand reaching across the table to squeeze Iva’s.

“Don’t worry, Rhys,” he said, his voice smooth and placating. “I’m sure Iva will make the sensible decision in the end. It’s just a lot for her at the moment. She needs time to process.”

Iva felt a knot form in her throat.

She looked at Nick, at the man who claimed to love her, who had risked everything to save her. But his words felt right now like a betrayal. He had put her on the spot, forced her into a corner, made it clear that he was expecting her to comply with their wishes.

He was giving her a deadline.

She tried to swallow a bite of food, but the knot in her throat made it impossible. The food felt like sawdust in her mouth, and she could feel her stomach churning with anxiety.

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“Don’t ‘Nick‘ me,” he snapped, sitting up in the bed. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been understanding. I’ve given you time and space and everything you’ve asked for. But this-” He gestured between them. “This is not a relationship. This is a hospice.”

“You’re never ready,” he interrupted, his voice rising. “Every time I touch you, you flinch. Every time I try to get close, you pull away. I’m your mate, Iva. Your fated mate. And I’m starting to wonder if you even want this.”

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