Ava Bekker Chicago Med Novels & Stories

Beckham asked when we got to the front of Akira’s door. “Look,” I pointed at the glass, “Akira can’t breathe on her own, she can’t eat, her medications aren’t working properly, she doesn’t have much time, would you rather carry her corpse or use me to save her?” I was more frustrated that Beckham was silent, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” I jerked him, “Is it that you don’t want to have a child with the daughter of your sister’s murderer? Beckham!! We shouldn’t think of things like that, we should think of only Akira.”

A short name for Aella! Becky had just moved to Chicago, trying to find a new life and run her company from here, which was very easy, but ever since she moved, she had wanted to start a new life with her daughter. She always promised to return only if she was capable and healed enough to assume the role of a mother, a mother fit for Aella. Aella had also wanted to enroll in this company, but due to the very tight specifications and the amount of travel needed, she decided against it.

Erica POV Enough, Chris says. Alpha command slammed into me, forcing my wolf to submit, my knees nearly buckling. I don't want to hear another word from you. Nurses and doctors rushed past, wheeling Becky toward the emergency room. She reached out weakly toward the Alphas, her face pale, blood staining her dress. "Promise me," Becky gasped, her voice barely audible. "Promise me you'll protect our baby, even if I don't make it."

Becky muttered as she looked down at her nails which were painted with white nail polish. "Okay whatever," Megan finally said, "But I don't have any medicine," she added, cradling her crying- baby. "I'll buy it for you, you can stay here to accompany Aaron and Megan, Greg will take me," Becky said casually to James Miller. She didn't care anymore about slavery, she was tired, so tired that she didn't know what she wanted anymore. James Miller looked surprised, "No, you stay here, Greg can buy it for us, just name what medicine he has to buy," he said lightly, he didn't sound angry even after hearing what Becky said.

Becky cut her palm. "I accept your pledge. Please rise, Delta." Becky stands, and a few drops of my blood hit her palm. She instantly falls backward. Thank goddess that Shay is fast and caught her. Becky's eyes glaze over for a second, and she gasps for air. Her eyes close for a second and suddenly open, glowing bright blue. "I-I… what was that! Are you an Alpha?"

“You seemed so nervous there. Almost like you knew that we were about to catch your lie.” “I’m not lying, Jamie.” Becky’s voice turned defensive. “Right. We will see.” Jamie scoffed. I had to intervene before things would escalate. The last thing I wanted was to create an ugly scene at the hospital. It wouldn’t be a good look. “Let’s just wait for the results.” Jamie hissed loudly before storming off to the car. I glanced at Becky one last time before walking over to the car. A few days ago, she was just my assistant. Now, she was the mother of my child. Allegedly. The thought about everything was kind of funny.

We both knew that might be a while. --- Later that night, I called a private meeting in the war room with Rake, Beck, Zahra and Daria. Beck was still fuming. He hadn’t calmed down since earlier. “We have two possibilities,” I began. “Either the doctor’s telling the truth, and he was manipulated or possessed somehow, or Beck is right, and he’s lying.” “I saw him,” Beck snapped. “He was helping the person who took Julia. Helped them slip past me.”

He looked less intimidating and well, more gentle. She ran to Alexander without hesitation. Meanwhile, I stayed where I was and watched them in silence. Then Charlotte’s gaze shifted to me. Her smile grew curious. “And who is she?” she asked. Before I could respond, Zac walked beside her. “Charlotte, this is Emma Webber. The Moon Healer.” Her eyes widened at once. “The Moon Healer? I mean, the hero of Medcare Pharma?” “Yep, she’s the one,” Zac answered. I was unsure of what else to say so I gave her a nod and a light smile instead. Charlotte’s excitement was clear.

I replied, scribbling some notes on a chart. As Beck stood beside Doctor Amanda, she turned to him and asked with a smile, "How are you? Doing well?" Beck smiled. "Yeah, just another day at the law firm." Just then, a nurse rushed by, carrying a tray of ornaments. One of them, a delicate glass bottle of antiseptic teetered on the edge of the tray and fell, landing on Beck's hand. He winced as the sharp edge cut into his finger, and blood began to well up.

They weren't the eyes of a scholar; they were the desperate eyes of a man who had been expecting death for sixteen years. "Go away," the man rasped. "I don’t buy whatever you are selling. This is a private residence." "Doctor, we aren't selling anything," Becca stepped forward, peeling back the scarf just enough for him to see her face. "My name is Becca. I’m a student at NUAT. My mother used to sell 'Ogi and Akara' close to your office, then you were the one in charge of the construction site." The name of the university hit him like a physical blow. Kolade’s hand tightened on the doorframe, his knuckles turning ash-white.