Chapter 24
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Chapter 24:
Since he had made his choice and chosen Ivy, this child would never have anything to do with him again.
Lianne’s POV:
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I finally managed to pry my eyes open.
“You’re awake?” A deep voice came from beside the bed.
I turned my head, and there he was, Ethan. His sharp features were the first thing my gaze landed on.
He must have been keeping watch over me this whole time—his tie was crooked, and there was a faint weariness in his eyes, barely noticeable, but it was there, a silent sign of his fatigue.
“How do you feel?” he asked gently, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch my forehead.
I flinched, pulling back instinctively, dodging his touch. My hand slid beneath the covers to rest softly on my flat belly.
“I’m fine,” I rasped, my voice weak as I turned my eyes toward the window.
𝗡e𝗐 𝘸e𝗲𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘤h𝖺𝗽t𝖾r𝗌 oո 𝗴𝖺lno𝗏𝗲𝗹𝗌.𝗰𝗈𝘮
The silence of the hospital room was interrupted by the sound of my stomach growling, loud and untimely.
I glanced back at Ethan, my eyes meeting his, and asked quietly, “I’m hungry. Could you go get me something to eat?”
He froze for a moment, clearly surprised by my request. After a brief pause, he nodded. “Alright. Stay put. I’ll be right back.”
As soon as the sound of his footsteps faded away, I quickly pressed the call button beside my bed.
Within moments, a young nurse appeared, pushing the door open.
“My baby…” I grabbed her sleeve. “Is the baby okay?”
The nurse smiled reassuringly, patting my hand. “Don’t worry. The baby is strong and stable right now. Your ankle sprain is quite severe. Since you lack a wolf, your healing will take much longer than it would for a normal she-wolf. We’ll keep an eye on you for another day, and if everything goes well, you should be able to leave tomorrow.”
With the weight of my child’s safety lifted from my shoulders, I slumped back into the pillows, utterly exhausted.
Without a wolf, in a world that worshipped strength, even protecting my own child felt like an insurmountable challenge.
Ethan returned soon after.
He was carrying a tray from the hospital cafeteria—meat, vegetables, and a steaming bowl of soup.
He set the tray table over me and even seemed ready to feed me by hand.
“I can do it myself,” I murmured, taking the spoon from him and dipping it into the soup.
The warm liquid slid down my throat, soothing me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
As I watched him sit quietly at my bedside, something unexpected stirred in my chest—a flicker of warmth.
Maybe, just maybe, there was a tiny place in his heart for me.
“It’s late,” I said softly, trying to hide the tightness in my chest. “You should go home and rest.”
“No need. I’ll stay here with you.” His tone was firm. “With your injury, moving around will be hard. You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”
His insistence nearly drowned me in the false tenderness he offered.
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