CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Alex’s POV

(…a raging war)

Lucia ran into the bathroom and came out with a damp white towel. She placed it on the Alpha’s forehead as they all watched in horror for the slightest body movement but, there was no response.

“We have to call the doctor”, the Luna panicked already dialing the telephone.

Alex ran towards her, snatching the receiver from her hands,

“We’ve to protect Lucia, mother”, he affirmed, holding her tight in his embrace as she struggled to free her self. His heart broke at the whimpering of his mother and the lifeless body of the Alpha—he could do nothing to save the moment.

“You expect me to watch him die?!”, she yelled. “You prefer to watch your father die, Alex?”, she continued her display of grief when Lucia’s voice overpowered hers,

“He just moved a finger!”

Alex moved towards the bed as the Luna pushed him out of her way. She placed his large palms into hers and began stroking the back of his palm, as though trying to produce heat.

The Alpha sneezed loudly a