Her Brutal Alpha novel Chapter 80

The memories of Mellissa and the birth of my daughter had me shuffling up, the crisp sheets on the hospital bed moving uncomfortably beneath me.

I noticed an incubator lay situated in the corner of the room, the sound of my daughter's breathing flooded me with relief.

Reaching up to remove the sticky tabs from my chest, I was greeted by George who walked in unexpectedly, his eyes going wide as he sees me awake.

He even did a double take as if his imagination was messing with him.

"You're awake." He gasped, once realising that his eyes were not deceiving him. He quickly rushed over to me, ordering me to lay back down while stopping me from removing anymore wires. "Don't move yet, I need to check everything first."

I nodded at him, and he began to replace the sticky tabs and wires that I had removed.

"Blaine is on his way," George informed me, as he checked all the monitors once again, writing down a few notes. "You healed quickly, although your wolf diminished due to silver being found in your blood."

"You found silver in my blood?" I was shocked and confused by his comment.

"Yes, I found a marking on your arm and after you gave birth I was able to conduct blood tests and the results came back positive for silver. You can feel your wolf now though, correct?"

I nodded, the silver would have worn out by now. I could feel my wolf in my mind, she was pacing and wanted out, and she wanted Mellissa's blood.

George's eyebrows suddenly furrowed into a frown, his eyes not meeting mine as he spoke. "I tried my hardest with resetting your bones but I'm very sorry Luna but I was unable to-"

At this point, Blaine rushed in momentarily stopping our conversation, I ignored the worry I felt knowing I could question him later. Right now, I wanted to be with my mate and daughter.

Within seconds, Blaine stood next to me, kissing me deeply and I smiled as he pulled away. He scanned my full body, then his eyes caught mine as he brushed my hair out my face, his fingers running through my hair.

"You alright?" He asked, a concerned look in his eyes.

My voice was sore and came out hoarse as my throat felt like sandpaper. "I'm fine," I whispered. "What about you and our daughter?"

He nodded, a sudden large grin plastering his face. "She's beautiful."

My facial expression echoed his as George carefully pulled the incubator over, pulling it beside me. "She's very healthy and she's recovering quickly, that young mate of hers seems to be helping." He chuckled, before leaving Blaine and I alone.