Chapter 143
-Aubrey~
My mother got a phone call this morning; she woke me in a panic, saying the Doctors urged her to come in immediately, they finally got the toxicology report back last night, which was surprising, we can‘;t explain it, but he had lethal doses of wolfsbane in his system which caused his heart to fail, had his Beta not found him he’d be dead. Mom was beside herself
worried he tried to end himself with all the stress of Rhett, but I know my father, he wouldn’t give Rhett the satisfaction of thinking he won.
Since then I’ve tried ringing her but have received no answer from her on my drive here. I take a deep breath as I approach my father’s hospital room, anxiety swirling in my stomach. The sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air, burning my nostrils. My hand trembles as I reach for the cold metal doorknob. I hesitate for a moment, steeling myself for what I might find inside hoping that he has somehow woken up. I push the door open and step inside.
But my heart drops at the sight before me.
The harsh fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow over the room, illuminating a scene that feels utterly wrong. My eyes dart frantically around, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. The steady beep of the heart monitor seems to echo my rising panic.
“No,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the hum of medical equipment.
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I grip the door frame for support, my legs suddenly weak. beneath me. The room spins slightly as a wave of dizziness. washes over me. How did everything go so wrong so quickly?
My gaze locks onto my father’s still form in the hospital bed. He looks small and frail, nothing like the strong alpha of a man I remember. Tubes and wires snake around him.
I want to run to his side, grab his hand, and beg him to wake up. But I’m frozen in place, overwhelmed by the unexpected sight before me. My mind races, desperately trying to process what I’m seeing and why she is here.
This isn’t at all what I had prepared myself for. The shock of it leaves me reeling, struggling to catch my breath. I close my eyes for a moment, willing this to be some terrible dream. But when I open them again, nothing has changed.
Bianca’s head snaps up at the sound of my voice, her eyes narrowing as they meet mine. She’s perched on the edge of my father’s bed like some predatory bird, her presence a jarring intrusion in this already surreal scene as I try to make sense of why she is here. My stomach churns at the sight of her perfectly manicured hand resting possessively on my father’s arm.
In the corner, my mother’s shoulders shake with silent sobs, her face hidden behind trembling hands. The sound of her muffled cries cuts through me like a knife. I’ve never seen her so broken, so defeated. It’s as if all the strength has been. drained from her, leaving only this hollow shell behind.
My mind races, trying to piece together what could have possibly happened to bring us to this moment. The confusion. swirling inside me threatens to overwhelm my senses. I want
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