Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

The IV in my arm pumps in a saline solution now. But there is another bag of yellowish liquid that they’re waiting to administer.

Chemotherapy.

Adam came in with an oncologist and they outlined a treatment plan. I didn’t pay attention to the specifics of it. I trust that Adam will guide me toward the best treatment. And they seem to have a plan mapped out and the chemo ready to go. They’re waiting on some last blood tests that Adam ordered and then I’ll begin treatment.

I stare at that bag of chemicals like it’s an enemy-and yet it’s my only hope.

My chances of survival are low. The oncologist that visited with me was very clear about that. I appreciate the honesty.

He talked about treatment options, timelines, percentages of success and failure.

This is an advanced form of liver ca ncer and it is Stage IV.

There is less than a 5% chance of survival. 5% is something I suppose. But I’m not optimistic of beating those odds.

It’s more about buying time. There’s a chance this can halt the progression for a few months. And for now, I’m wiling to take that.

My father and my pack have been manipulated by Aaron and the events he set in motion forced my father to take his own life.

has to be reparation for this.

can not get away with what he did.

need to live long enough to make

brother sits at my bedside. “The pack wants to conduct the ceremony to bury father. I told

“When?”

“Tonight.”

The sun is already

squeezes my hand for a moment. “I’m sorry, Leah. About all of this.” He means the

not strong enough to survive it.” And

it pushes the discase back, then, yes. I will undergo the

Because even though he proposes that I undergo the

of humans, only a handful have been successfully

death sentence, more

bound to be in an uproar. They need you

well before midnight. Or I’ll send someone.”

“Thank you.”

to miss the

it’s worth, I’m

valid?” I ask him. I’ve lived among Aaron’s pack for a decade and it’s