Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake) novel Chapter 10

“Chloe, wake up,” A woman's gentle and ethereal voice rang out.

My eyelids twitched a little.

“My darling, please open your eyes,” the woman said. I felt a warm hand caress my cheek.

Who might she be?

My mind came up blank. Whoever it was wasn’t important.

It was too painful…

Living on was too difficult…

I no longer wanted to live.

“My darling, please open your eyes...” The woman’s voice sounded choked up. “Open your eyes and look at mother.”

I was startled by that. My brain began to process what I had just heard.

The woman said that she was my mother.

No, that couldn’t be possible!

My mother was dead. If she were still alive, my life wouldn’t be as miserable as it was.

She was lying…

“Darling, it’s really me. Please open your eyes.” The woman said, her voice filled with grief. I felt my heart ache on her behalf.

I had never once experienced what motherly love was. To me, mother was but a photo in a picture frame. But I could not bear to see her upset.

I felt my heart soften as she continued to call out to me.

I managed to part my lips with difficulty, my voice raw and hoarse from disuse.

“Mom?” I murmured, opening my eyes with difficulty.

The lights around me were blinding. After getting hit with a short dizzy spell, I looked up at the white ceiling.

I rolled over and looked to the side but was startled to find no one around.

All was silent on this room now.

I sat up from the bed and took in a deep breath to calm the aches throughout my body. I surveyed my surroundings and found that I was in an unfamiliar room.

Where was I?

I was suddenly hit with a splitting headache. Everything that had happened before I passed out flashed in my mind.

It turned out that I was still alive.

I remembered seeing a black figure flash before I fell unconscious. Was that a hallucination or…

“You’re finally awake.”

A crisp voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked over as a man dressed as a doctor walked in.

He was tall, with brown hair and gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He wore a white coat and had a stethoscope around his neck. A nurse was standing behind him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, making his way closer to me. “You’ve been unconscious for three days.”

I shrunk my head back and looked at him vigilantly. “Who are you? Where am I?”

Upon noticing how defensive I was being, he cocked an eyebrow and smiled. Then, he straightened and smiled, “You’re currently with Silver Pack. My name’s Arthur, and I’ll be your attending doctor for the time being.”

Silver Pack?