After She's Terminal The Alpha Regrets (Elaine and Lucas) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244

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The man managed to wrangle Ayla into the room, who continued to laugh away. He quickly stepped out and the woman locked the door. “Perhaps we should alert Alpha Lucas…”

“I doubt he’d come,” the man muttered.

“Maybe for her peace of mind.”

Lucas was sitting at his desk when the phone rang. He picked it up.

“Alpha Lucas,” a woman’s voice on the other line said.

“This is him.”

“My name is DeeAnna, I’m with the Wind Wolf Pack Sanitarium–”

“I’m familiar. Is something wrong?” Lucas asked, straightening up.

“I’m afraid so. It’s Ayla. Her condition is quite severe. Given the past relationship between you, I thought you should know. She has been asking to see you.”

“Do you think it is wise of me to visit?” Lucas asked.

“I think she needs closure, something she won’t be getting from any of us.”

Lucas nodded. Perhaps it would be a good idea to give Ayla some closure. To end this officially and hope she’d get the message.

“Alright. I’ll pay her a visit.‘

He set the phone down. Only then he noticed Kyle was standing in the doorway. “Are you certain this is a good idea?” the Beta asked.

“No. But I should anyway. Ayla isn’t the only one in need of some closure.”

Lucas grabbed his jacket, then headed for the garage.

He’d never visited the sanitarium before. It always seemed more like an insane asylum to him. He stepped inside, and one of the security led him down the hall to a separate meeting room.

And there, sitting cuffed to the metal table in the middle of the room, was Ayla.

“Careful, sir,” the security said, unlocking the door. “She bit one of the nurses on the way here.”

Lucas‘ brow furrowed and he was about to ask for more information on that, but the guard simply opened the door. Ayla looked up as Lucas stepped inside.

A smile broke out across her face. “I thought they were lying. But here you are,” she said.

Lucas crossed to the table, sitting opposite her. Enough distance they couldn’t touch even if she wanted to. That bothered her greatly.

“Oh, Lucas, you’ve finally come. Just as I knew you would! I am ready to go back to the estate, I’m–”

“We’re not going back. At least…you aren’t,” Lucas said carefully. Her expression fell “I found your journal ”

“Ayla. Please let me talk.” Lucas folded his hands on the table, trying to think of how to start this. “I never should have humored you for so long. The truth is, I do not love you anymore. I haven’t for a while and—“1