The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 306

“Not yet,” I told him.

“Not yet,” he agreed, and I got out of the car.

I avoided seeing Jason for a few days. He called and texted me, left messages updating me on Brittany’s trial. He didn’t need to tell me. I had been practically glued to the news, particularly watchful when the confession came out. I wanted to see if the pack would continue to support her.

Per the news, the reaction was somewhat split, though more had turned against Brittany than I had thought. She still maintained a core base who I doubted would ever be convinced of her guilt. I only hoped that, seeing they were outnumbered in polls and hopefully by their peers and friends, would know better than to try to interfere with justice in anyway. Eventually, the day of Ava’s surgery arrived and I couldn’t ignore him anymore. He’d already expressed a desire to be at the hospital when it happened. As Ava’s father, he had a right, and I knew Ava would want him there as well.

So the night before, I had texted him a reminder. And this morning, at 7am sharp, he arrived to pick us up.

I was more nervous than Ava, who in the car, told me, “Relax, Mom. It’s going to be fine.”

“I’m the one who should be saying that to you.”

She shook her head like I was being silly.

Jason glanced at me and smiled briefly, but I could see the worry in his eyes, mirroring my own.

Ava was our little girl. She’d been so weak and sick for so long that I was excited to finally have the chance for her to be cured. The healers had even already assured me that the procedure should be safe, with her wolf essence so high thanks to Jason’s donations.

But it was still a mother’s right to worry about her child.

At the hospital, we each hugged Ava tightly.

“It’s going to be fine,” she said, comforting us again.

Then she was gone, prepping for surgery in the backrooms where we could not follow.

I hated this. If I could take on all of her pain myself, I would. If I could be the one to go into surgery rather than her, I would do that twenty times over.

Jason and I found seats in the waiting room. He draped his arm over the back of my chair, likely trying to offer me comfort, but his knee bounced with a seemingly tireless energy. His concern was as palpable as my own.

“She’s going to be fine,” he said, now and again, though whether to remind me or himself, I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was for both of us.

The surgery wasn’t long. An hour at most, by the clock. But for me, it felt closer to eternity. I didn’t think it would ever be over, but at the same time, I was dreading the end, just in case something went wrong.

I needed Ava to be okay. Since she had entered my life, I had dedicated myself to making sure she had the best life possible. Even now, I worked so hard to provide her with the best life. I had little care for myself.

After that long hour, the healer came out. Jason and I stood up, rushing to meet him.

“Your daughter did well,” he said, and I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “She’s recovering now.”

“That’s good news,” Jason said, a question there. I looked at him, then at the doctor, realizing now how stone–faced the doctor looked. Good news usually came with a smile. This man before us was grim.

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“The surgery was only partially successful,” the healer explained. “While we were in there, we found a new problem, one that we hadn’t considered. It’s not at all common, especially in Moon Ridge pack or the human territories.”

“What is it?” I asked, my heart aching.

The healer frowned. “Ava has signs of wolfsbane poisoning.”

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