Longing For My Rejected Luna novel Chapter 30

*****Erika's POV*****

“W-what?” My voice was low and somewhat hopeless.

“That’s what he said.” Jace was struggling not let me see his true broken emtions. It was hard for him too. We both loved father and he loved us too. There was not a day that passed he did not give Jace and I more reasons to love him.

He was strict and principled when need be. And he was sweet and wonderful when we needed him to be too. It only broke my heart more knowing someone or a group of people out there wanted to hurt him so bad.

“Can we ask the doctor if he’ll survive it?” I wanted to know, I badly wanted to find out.

“Will you be fine if I put you down?” Jace searched my face.

I nodded. “Yes.”

He put me down but I still clung to him, and he let him. He put his arm around me. The doctor was still staring at us, his expression somber and sympathetic.

“What’s his survival rate, doc?” Jace asked him.

The middle aged man with a wiry frame and wore rimmed glasses shook his head, and released an audible deep sigh. “It’s not good.”

“What is not good?” I gulped fearfully, holding onto Jace tighter. He was family and he was here, he was not poisoned. I still had someone to call family.

“His survival rate, we are not sure. Just as your brother had told you, most of his organs had been ruined by the poison before he was brought here. We have been able to extract the ones we could but some had mixed with his blood and other vital places. I’m trying to see how I can extract the rest without ending his life.”

I dug hard into Jace’s flesh, without his hold on me right now, I would be a puddle on the floor. “So either way, it’s risky. Leaving the poison in would kill him, extracting it might also kill him, is that it?”

“Yes. If he had been brought earlier, it would not have posed this much threat.” The doctor said.

“So if you were to give us any guess. Just off the top of your head, what will our father’s survival rate be?” Jace inquired.

“Ninety-ten.” He answered.

A sob broke out of my mouth. Ninety-ten? That was nothing. His survival percentage was too low, almost hopeless. What were we going to do with ten as his chance to live? Oh Mother of the Moon, please do something. I beg of you, do something! I screamed in my head.

I released myself from Jace’s hold and walked like one who was drunk to his bedside, I held his hand. “Please father, fight harder. You can do better please, I still need you to help me become the kind of Alpha you are. I am not done learning from you, Jace is not done learning from you. We both need you not to kill each other.”

Tears fell from my hands. Jace and I fought like every other siblings, dad was usually the one who separated the fight and settled us.

“Yes, dad. We do need you.” Jace came to stand beside me, one of his arm was draped across my shoulders, his other hand was resting on dad’s leg.