Semua Bab The Stolen Alpha : Bab 111 - Bab 120

The streets blurred together as Tristan sprinted through the capital, Laura's fragile weight pressing against his chest. Passersby stared, shocked, as he dashed past, but Tristan didn't notice.His mind was consumed by a single, terrifying thought: losing her.The hospital's imposing facade loomed ahead, its doors swinging open as Tristan burst through them."Nurse! Doctor!" he shouted, rushing to the emergency ward.Medical staff swarmed around, relieving Tristan of Laura's fragile form. He watched, helpless, as they worked to stabilize her."What happened?" a doctor asked, his face grim."She just... collapsed," Tristan replied, his voice shaking.The doctor's expression turned somber. "We'll do everything we can. Wait here."Tristan nodded, numb, his eyes fixed on the door to the emergency room, praying for his mother's recovery.Hours ticked by, an eternity of uncertainty.Finally, the doctor emerged, his expression guarded."Tristan, your mother's condition is critical. We're run

After another checkup, Dr. Donovan's warm smile illuminated his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Laura, would you like to join me for dinner?" His voice dropped to a gentle invitation. "Outside of the hospital, just us."Laura's heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing with anticipation. "Alexander, I'd love to," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.Their dinner date arrived, and Dr. Donovan escorted Laura to Bella Vita, a cozy Italian restaurant tucked away in the heart of the city. Soft golden light spilled onto the sidewalk, beckoning them inside.As they entered, the aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering sauces enveloped them, transporting Laura to the Tuscan countryside. Dr. Donovan's hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her through the intimate dining area.Their table by the window offered a stunning view of the city skyline, the stars beginning to twinkle like diamonds. Dr. Donovan pulled out Laura's chair, his fingers brushing against hers.Seat

During the next visit to the hospital, Dr. Donovan's expression turned somber, his eyes filled with compassion. "Laura, we've run the tests. Your condition has progressed." Tristan's anxiety spiked, his grip on the armrest tightening. "What are the options, Doctor?" Dr. Donovan's pause hung in the air like a challenge. "The cancer has advanced to stage four," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "We've explored various treatments, but... the prognosis is grim." Laura's eyes fluttered, her voice barely audible. "Tristan, I'm sorry." Tristan's heart sank, his mind racing. He felt like he was losing his anchor. Dr. Donovan continued, his words dripping with empathy. "We can still try alternative treatments, but the chances of success are limited. I want to discuss palliative care options to ensure your comfort, Laura." Tristan felt the floor beneath him give way. "What about experimental treatments?" he demanded. "Are there any clinical trials?" Dr. Donovan nodded. "We can explore

Rosalind's compassion filled the room, her empathetic energy enveloping Laura like a warm embrace. Her gentle voice soothed Laura's frayed nerves, calming the storm of fears that had been brewing. "I understand your fears, Laura," Rosalind said, her eyes locked onto Laura's, shining with kindness. "But I promise, my healing won't harm you. May I try?" Laura's hesitation was palpable, her doubts and anxieties warring with her desire for relief. Her gaze searched Rosalind's face, seeking reassurance. With a deep breath, Laura nodded, her movement tentative. The faintest glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes. "Okay... but if it feels wrong, I'll stop," Laura agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. Rosalind's smile was soft, her hands extending in a gentle gesture. "May I touch you?" she asked. Laura's nod was almost imperceptible, but Rosalind sensed the shift in her energy. With tender care, Rosalind placed her hands on Laura's shoulders. A warm, golden light began to emanate fro

As Lucine's gaze locked onto Rosalind's, his eyes sparkled like stars on a clear night sky. He swept her into his arms, the warmth of his embrace enveloping her like a gentle flame. The familiar scent of leather and earthy aftershave wafted up, transporting Rosalind to memories of their countless nights spent together under the open sky."My love," Lucine whispered, his breath dancing across her ear and sending shivers down her spine. Rosalind's face illuminated with a radiant smile as she nestled deeper into his chest, feeling the gentle pressure of his calloused palms."Missed you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The words were lost in the gentle rustle of leaves beneath their feet as they strolled toward Bloomberry pack. The setting sun cast a golden glow across the landscape, and the air vibrated with the sweet songs of crickets and the distant howls of their pack, welcoming them home.The earthy scent of damp soil and blooming wildflowers filled their lungs, carry