Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Chapter 210

Aria’s POV

Day nine, the doctor came in with a folder and a borderline cheerful expression that meant good news.

"Everything is looking excellent," she said, running through the list. "The leg is healing cleanly. No sign of infection. The fever is completely resolved." She glanced down at her notes. "And the baby—" She looked up, and her expression warmed. "Developing beautifully. Strong heartbeat. Exactly where we want to be at this stage."

I put my hand flat on my stomach. A habit I’d developed over the past week. I did it without thinking now.

"So I can go home," I said.

"Tomorrow morning," she confirmed. "With conditions. Rest. Proper meals. No excessive physical activity for the next two weeks."

"Define excessive."

She gave me the look. The one that said she’d heard that exact question before and knew exactly what it meant. "Nothing that would make me regret discharging you early." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Fine." I smiled. "Tomorrow morning."

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I texted Kael.

*They’re releasing me tomorrow.*

Three dots appeared almost immediately.

*I know. I talked to your doctor this morning.*

I stared at that for a second.

*You called my doctor?*

*She called me. I’m listed as your emergency contact.*

I had not done that. Someone had done it on my behalf, apparently, at some point during the days I’d been unconscious and not in a position to have opinions about things.

*I would have found out eventually,* I typed back.

*Tomorrow at ten,* he replied. *Be ready.*

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Sophie arrived at nine forty-five with Lina’s hand in hers and Lilith walking alongside. Both girls had been informed of discharge day with great ceremony — Lina had made me a card. It had a drawing of what I believed was meant to be a wolf, though it looked more like a very enthusiastic potato with legs.

I kept it.

I was going to keep it forever.

I was dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed when Kael arrived. He walked in and immediately looked at my leg. Then at my face. Then seemed to determine something satisfactory from that assessment.

"Ready?" he said.

"I’ve been ready for nine days."

"You’ve been *recovering* for nine days."

"I can do both."

He had a wheelchair with him.

I looked at it.

"Kael."

"Doctor’s orders."

"My leg is *fine.*"

"Your leg has a healing wound and you’ve been horizontal for over a week." He gestured at the chair. "Sit."

I sat. Not because he told me to. Because Lina immediately climbed onto my lap the moment I was in it, and arguing from under a four-year-old was structurally difficult.

"This is undignified," I said.

"You look great," Sophie said, very sincerely.

"You’re lying."

"I’m being supportive."

Kael took the handles. Lina settled herself more firmly on my lap, apparently deciding that if I was getting a chariot, she was coming along. Lilith walked beside us, one hand resting lightly on the arm of the wheelchair — not holding on exactly. Just present. Just close.

We made it to the elevator.

The doors opened.

And standing in the hospital lobby, near the entrance, with a wrapped bouquet of pale flowers and matching expressions of carefully controlled emotion — were Selene and Lucian.

I stopped breathing for half a second.

Selene looked like herself. Elegant, silver-haired, that composed warmth she carried like a second skin. But her eyes were bright, and she was holding those flowers with both hands like she’d been gripping them for a while.

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