Chapter 181
I burst through the emergency entrance, Aria’s limp body cradled against my chest. Her breathing grew more shallow with each passing second, filling me with a terror I’d never known before. Lucas stayed glued to my side, his small hand clutching my shirt with white–knuckled determination, his eyes wide with fear.
“Alpha Ethan?” The receptionist instantly recognized me, jumping to her feet in surprise.
“Wolfshane poisoning! It’s critical!” I commanded, my voice resonating with alpha authority that sent ripples of power through the entire ER. “I need doctors. Now!
The receptionist immediately grabbed her phone to page the medical tram while signalling to another nurse. Within moments, a team rushed toward us pushing a gurney, the lead doctor firing questions as he ran.
“What happened? he demanded.
“Not entirely sure. She drank at least one glass of apple cider laced with wolfsbane–enough that I can smell the toxin from here. She was fine two hours ago, so the poisoning can’t have happened long ago. I kept pace with the medical team as they whisked Aria down the corridor, Lucas now hoisted into my
“Wolfsbane acts quickly,” Lucas suddenly interjected. She needs detox and fluids to prevent organ failure.”
The doctor glanced between Lucas and me, clearly taken aback, but nodded. “That’s right.”
They wheeled Aria into a treatment room where a nurse began cutting away her clothes while another pressed her hands against Aria’s abdomen in examination.
Lucas suddenly thrashed in my arms, letting out a growl more intimidating g than any child should be capable of, ‘Be careful! My sisters are in Mommy’s tummy. If you hurt them, I’ll hurt you!”
The rooms fell silent as all eyes turned to Lucas. My throat constricted as his words registered, every muscle in my body tensing with disbelief.
“What did you fast say?” I whispered, the words barely audible even to my own cars,
Lucas maintained his fierce glare at the nurse, his tiny jaw set with determination that mirrored his mother’s. “My sisters are in Mommy’s tummy,” he repeated, his voice wavering but resolute. “She’s hurting them with her hands. Tell her to stop!”
A high–pitched ringing filled my ears as the fo
four seemed to till beneath me. Sisters? Tummy? The implications crashed into me like a physical blow, and I staggered slightly, my grip on Lucas tightening instinctively to steady myself
Aria was pregnant.
The door burst open, interrupting my spiraling thoughts as a small, sharp–featured woman in a white coat strode in with unmistakable authority.
“Everyone Stop what
you’re doing immediately, she commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade Um taking over this case
The original doctor, a full head taller than her, squared his shoulders defensively. “You can’t just barge in
“Aria is my patient,” she interrupted, her tone brooking no argument. “She’s carrying twin fetuses, and I’ve been monitoring her high–risk pregnancy for weeks.” Her eyes flashed dangerously as she stepped closer to him. She’s on a specialized medication regimen for severe hyperemesis gravidarum and other complications. So unless you’ve suddenly become an expert in werewolf obstetrics overnight, this case is beyond your qualifications.”
The male doctor’s face flushed with indignation, his mouth opening and closing several times before he finally stomped toward the door, muttering ander bas breath about protocol breaches. The female doctor wasted no time, barking orders to the remaining staff who scrambled to comply.
I stood frozen, watching as they connected Aria to various monitors, each beep and flash representing some vital sign I coulda Interpret. The room voorled around me, conversations blurring into background noise as I struggled to process this earth–shattering revelation.
Aria was carrying my children. She must have known for weeks, perhaps months. And she hadn’t told
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