Chapter 99
Hours passed in agonizing slowness. Summer alternated between pacing and collapsing against me in silent grief. Just when the tension felt unbearable, the sound of private jet blades cut through the night. A moment later, Dr. Miller strode into the emergency wing, still in his flight jacket, a medical bag in one hand.
“How is he?” he asked briskly.
“He’s crashing,“doctor said. “We’ve stabilized him twice, but the rhythm won’t hold.”
“I’ll scrub in,” Miller replied without hesitation. “Let’s try everything.”
He disappeared into the OR, and I turned to Summer, wrapping an arm around her trembling shoulders.” He’s here. If anyone can save Felix, it’s him.”
More hours dragged by. The walls of the waiting room seemed to close in around us, every second stretching like an eternity.
Dr. Miller came out twice to update us–neither time with good news.“His heart suffered extensive damage from the previous trauma,” he explained during his second update. “We’re doing everything possible, but you should prepare yourselves.”
Dr. Miller, recognized as the world’s foremost authority in pediatric cardiac surgery, had taken over the operation. If he couldn’t save Felix, no one could.
But even miracles have limits.
Summer made a sound I never want to hear again–half–whimper, half–wail, entirely heartbroken.
Five hours after we arrived, Dr. Miller emerged from the operating room. One look at his face told me everything.
“Luna Summer,” he said quietly, using her title with solemn respect. “Alpha Alexander. I’m so sorry.”
No. No no no.
“We did everything we could,” the doctor continued, his voice fading in. “The damage was too extensive. Felix’s heart gave out at 7:42 PM. We attempted resuscitation for forty minutes, but…”
Summer’s scream would haunt me for the rest of my life. It was the sound of a mother’s heart shattering, a primal cry of loss that no parent should ever have to make.
“No!” she screamed, lunging toward the operating room doors. “No! He can’t be–Felix! FELIX!”
I caught her as her knees gave way, holding her trembling body against mine as she beat her fists against my chest.
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“Not my baby,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “Please, not my baby boy.”
The doctor was saying something about arrangements and condolences, but I couldn’t process his words. All I could feel was Summer’s agony and my own crushing grief for the bright–eyed boy who had called
me “dad” just hours ago.
Summer suddenly went limp in my arms. Her eyes rolled back as she collapsed unconscious, her body’s defense against unbearable pain.
“I need help here!” I called, lifting her effortlessly.
Medical staff rushed over, guiding me to lay her on a nearby gurney. A nurse quickly checked her vitals.
“She’s in shock,” the nurse informed me. “We’ll get her stabilized.”
As they wheeled Summer away, I stood alone in the waiting room, covered in both Alpha Foster’s blood
and Summer’s tears. The hospital sounds faded to a distant buzz as reality crashed down on me.
Felix was gone.
The boy who had faced so much pain with courage. The child who had looked up at me with trust despite
all the men who had failed him before. The son who had claimed me as surely as I had claimed him.
Gone.
I sank into a chair, my head in my hands, and for the first time in decades, I let tears fall freely. Not as an
Alpha, not as a warrior, but as a man who had just lost a child.
And as the grief tore through me, one thought burned brighter than all others: Alpha Foster would pay for this. The injuries that had weakened Felix’s heart came directly from that bastard’s negligence and Suzanna’s cruelty.
This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
But first, I had to be there when Summer woke up. When she opened her eyes to a world without her son.
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