The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 124

Laila’s POV

As they wheeled Ava away, I could barely think. I was an absolute mess. My poor little girl had been fine. She’d been fine! But as soon as I closed my eyes, allowing myself to sleep, looking away for one minute, everything had gone wrong.

Now she was going to into emergency surgery and felt like I was falling apart.

I needed some, anyone to be here for me.

In the moment, my heart made the first choice, and I placed a call without even thinking about it. The phone rang a few times before the call was declined and sent to voicemail.

“This is Jason. I can’t come to the phone right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

Hearing Jason’s voice was like being dunked into a vat of cold water. Immediately, before the call could fully connect for me to leave a message, I pushed the end call button.

What had I been thinking? What had I almost done?

Why, in my moment of panic and worry over Ava, did I reach out to the one person who definitely wasn’t going to want to help me or support me right now?

Cursing to myself, I flipped through my phone and called William instead.

It didn’t matter that it was only 3 in the morning, William answered on the second ring. “Laila? What’s going on?”

“Something’s wrong with Ava…”

“I’m on my way.”

Not ten minutes later, William rushed through the door. Whatever awkwardness that had earlier developed between us, whatever unspoken arguments remained. Both were put on pause for the severity of this moment.

“What happened?” he asked. “Tell me everything.”

So I did, though there wasn’t much to tell. “They wheeled her into surgery. They won’t tell me anything.”

“So there’s nothing to do but wait,” William said.

“I hate that,” I said. “I don’t want to wait. I just want Ava to be okay right now. I want her back in my arms. I want her out of this hospital…” My tears began to well, no matter how hard I tried to blink them back. “I can’t stand that she’s trapped here, suffering like this. My little girl… When will she get to have a normal life?”

I couldn’t voice my worst fear, that maybe this time Ava won’t recover at all.

“What can I do to help?” he asked.

“Just stay here,” I said. “When the news comes. I don’t want to be alone.”

“I can do that.”

Together, side by side, we sat in the waiting room outside of the operating room. The chairs were uncomfortably stiff, but I didn’t care about my own sore back any longer. I didn’t care about anything but hearing my daughter was going to be okay.

We waited, and we waited, and we waited some more.

Eventually, after several hours, one of the healers came out to talk to us. I hopped to my feet at once as he approached, my heart lodged up in my throat.

“She’s alive, and she’s stable… for now,” the healer said. I didn’t like the way he said that, or how exhausted he looked. Or the

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