All Chapters of Bound To The Three Alpha's : Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

LYRA'S POV Drop off at daycare. Work eight hours. Pick up. Home. Feed her. Study while she napped. Feed her again. Sleep for a few hours. Repeat.It was exhausting.But it was working.At three months, Aria started smiling. Real, genuine smiles that lit up her whole face.At four months, she laughed for the first time a bubbly, joyful sound that made my heart explode.At five months, she started showing more wolf signs. Her eyes flashed gold regularly now. Sometimes, when she got excited, I could feel the pulse of her power.I kept it hidden. Told no one. Not even Dr. Chen, who'd become like a father figure to me.At six months, I finished my first semester of community college with straight A's."I'm impressed," my academic advisor said. "Working full-time, single mother, and still maintaining a 4.0. That's remarkable.""Thank you.""Have you thought about your long-term goals?""Medical school. I want to be a doctor."She nodded slowly. "It's going to be difficult. But if anyone ca

LYRA'S POVI met Bryan on the worst day of my second year.The patient was twenty-three. Twenty weeks pregnant. She'd come in with cramping and bleeding, hope still bright in her eyes even as I took her vitals."The baby's fine, right?" she'd asked. "This is normal, right?"I'd smiled and said all the right things while my stomach twisted into knots.It wasn't normal.Two hours later, after the ultrasound confirmed no heartbeat, after the doctor delivered the news, after her screams echoed down the hallway—I'd excused myself and barely made it to the stairwell before my legs gave out.I sank onto the cold steps, pressing my palms against my eyes.Twenty weeks.The same gestational age when I'd almost lost Aria. When the contractions had started and wouldn't stop. When the doctors had told me the baby might not make it.But Aria had made it. Had fought. Had survived.This woman's baby hadn't."Hey."I looked up sharply. A man stood at the landing above me, tall, light brown hair, weari

I stared at the thick cream envelope in my hands like it might vanish if I blinked too hard.The return address read: *University of California, San Francisco – School of Medicine, Office of Admissions.*My fingers trembled so badly the paper rattled. Aria was asleep in the next room, her little chest rising and falling under the faded quilt I’d bought secondhand last winter. The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the old building settling. It was just past midnight. I’d waited until she was down for the night before I let myself open the mailbox, because I didn’t trust my knees if the answer was no.I slid my thumbnail under the flap. The seal gave with a tiny, satisfying tear.One sheet of heavy letterhead. One paragraph.*Dear Ms. Lyra Hart,**We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to the University of California, San Francisco School of Medicine for the incoming class of…*I didn’t make it past the word *