Page 89 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
If I could… I’d exchange my life for this baby’s.
Come on…
I slide the needle out when the syringe is empty, feeling lost. I have done what I can, and it is obvious that the doctors can do nothing to prevent a miscarriage. I place my hand on hers on top of her stomach, seeing Winona slip out of the room silently. I have given her everything I can… but it isn’t enough. I’m not enough… fuck, I never was…
A haunting memory from long ago returns. Just like Mom… she was pregnant when Endora began doing tests on her. She wanted to make the baby into a Wendigo before birth, thinking it would be more powerful… creatures created by Endora’s sick mind and magic. I know Dad never knew of that pregnancy, and I didn’t plan on telling him, knowing it would just cause him more pain…
I tried… I always fucking tried, but it was never enough.
I look down at the woman on the bed. Her eyes are closed as the doctor checks the baby’s heartbeat. I know only a few minutes have passed, but it feels like hours.
“Alpha, the heartbeat of the foetus is getting stronger, and she’s stopped bleeding,” Donna’s shocked voice comes. Both Azura and I look up sharply as Donna gives some orders.
“I’ll do a scan, but I think the Luna is okay.”
The Luna.
Our eyes snap to one another, her heart racing as she clutchesher stomach. It doesn’t take long for them to get a sonography machine in and set up. She places some gel on Azura’s lower stomach, and I force myself to remove my hand.
“It’s going to be okay,” I say quietly, seeing the tension on her face.He’ll fucking pay.
Her eyes snap to mine, but she doesn’t say anything, nodding slowly.
“Perfect… Alpha, that serum… I think it worked... we will keep assessing her to see that things don’t take a downward turn.” Donna turns the screen so both Azura and I can see it.
“Make sure you do,” I order.
I don’t know what to feel… an unexplainable feeling washes through me as I look at the curled-up baby and the powerful blimp of its heartbeat. My pup… thank fuck… I let out a breath as a wave of relief floods the room. I look back at the woman on the bed. Our eyes lock, and she opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, the door bursts open.
In come two women. Kiara Westwood and a cousin of mine, Raihana Somers, sister of Rayhan Rossi.
“Zu!” Kiara whispers as she places her hands on Azura’s shoulder, her purple aura swirling around her.
“Kia…” Azura whimpers, grabbing onto her sister’s elbows.
“I’m here…”
I remove my hand from where it had been resting on her hip and stand up. Her sister is here to save her. Dad and Alejandro are in the hallway. I can hear them talking. I really don’t want to see Alejandro…
As much as I fucking want to stay here… I’m not needed anymore. I head to the door, only for Kiara to speak.
“Leo, wait.” I stop two steps away from the door and turn.
“What is it?” I ask emotionlessly. She hugs her sister tightly before she moves back, cupping her face.
“She doesn’t need me. She’s already healed. Whatever youdid… she’s perfect.” I close my eyes in pure fucking relief. I didn’t let our pup die… fuck, at least I managed to save one person.
“Good,” I reply emotionlessly. Not waiting for a reply, I exit the room.
The two brothers stop talking when I step out. It has been about a decade since I have seen him… since the day I told them that they were too fucking late with their apologies. Sure, they came to the pack and apologised, even cured those who had lasting damage from Endora’s abuse, but it had been too late. They could cure physical pain… but what about the mental pain? Alejandro looks me over as if he is fucking seeing me for the first time. Well, yeah, in a decade…
“Never knew I was such a fucking role model,” he smirks. I raise an eyebrow. We look nothing alike.
“You are far from one. Excuse me.” I am about to walk off when he blocks my path. My eyes flash as I glare at him menacingly. “Do not fucking cross me. You are here for her, not me.”
“I would be here for you, too, if you fucking let us. It’s been years, Leo… how have you been?” I look into his onyx-black eyes. He has aged… his once fully black hair is now salt and pepper. We are almost the same height…
“I was better when I didn’t have to see your face,” I reply.
