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.

to be reparation

can not get away with what he did.

to undergo treatment because I need to

bedside. “The pack wants to conduct the ceremony to bury father.

“When?”

“Tonight.”

doesn’t leave much time. The sun is already setting. “You should head home then, to prepare.”

“I’m sorry, Leah. About all of this.” He means the ca ncer too. “We can try and turn you…”

said after the oncologist left. I’m not strong enough to survive it.”

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

grimaces. Because even though he proposes that I undergo the transformation, that’s not to say that it will

for the healthiest of humans, only

sentence, more than likely.

in an uproar. They need

“I’ll come back for you well before midnight. Or I’ll send someone.”

“Thank you.”

to miss the funeral

it’s worth, I’m sorry,

have you known that my marriage isn’t valid?” I ask him. I’ve lived among Aaron’s pack for