Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted (Iris and Eric) novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Eric’s POV

Why was I like this?

Why was I getting like this?

When they were with me, I wanted them gone. I couldn’t stand the sight of either of them. I told myself Iris was a manipulator and Evie was just a reminder of how deceitful her mother could be.

So why?

Why the hell was my chest burning like this now? Why did it feel like I was being torn apart from the inside out?

I couldn’t answer the question.

I stormed out of the house, slamming the door so hard behind me that it shook. My heart pounded hard. My hands shook, and my jaw was clenched so tightly it ached.

I got into the car and yanked the door shut, ready to take off. But the second I looked up, I saw the gifts.

Five bags stuffed with toys and trinkets I bought without control. The plush wolf. The pink sneakers. The stupid necklace that was still tucked in the last bag.

They stared back at me like some kind of cruel joke.

I roared in frustration, grabbed the nearest bag and hurled it out the open window. Then the next one, and the next. I threw everything out, one by one, until all five bags were scattered across the ground like garbage.

My chest was heaving as I panted heavily.

“Damn it!” I slammed my fists on the steering wheel.

I sat there, breathing hard. I looked back at the gifts lying on the floor.

What if this was a joke?

What if… what if she wasn’t really gone?

I cursed again, and shoved the car door open. I stormed back, grabbing the bags one by one, and stuffing them into the back seat like a lunatic.

Evie was probably still alive. This was Iris’s game. Her and that stupid healer. They wanted to get in my head. They wanted to see me break.

Well, I wasn’t going to break.

I was going to prove this was all a lie.

I started the engine and drove straight to the Crescent Moon Pack Clinic.

I didn’t care that it was late. I marched through the doors like I owned the damn place, because I did, and the receptionist nearly jumped out of her seat when she saw me.

“A–Alpha Eric-”

“Where are the records?” I barked.

She blinked. “I–sorry?”

“Medical records. For Evangeline Cross. My daughter? Where the hell are they?”

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Her eyes widened in alarm. “They’re archived in the back, but sir, the clinic is-”

I didn’t wait. I pushed past her and headed down the hallway, shoving open doors until I found the records room. There were shelves stacked with labeled files.

I tore into them.

I flipped folders open, yanked drawers out completely, some fell to the ground carelessly, but I didn’t care.

I was sweating. My hands were shaking. My eyes scanned papers I didn’t understand, but I kept going.

I needed proof.

I needed to see something that would tell me this wasn’t real. That she wasn’t gone. That someone made a mistake.

And then I saw it.

Evangeline Cross.

Treatment records.

I flipped the page.

“Date of death: 21st May, 2025”

I froze.

My chest tightened, and my vision swam. I forced myself to keep reading.

“Seizure complications. Respiratory failure due to delay in getting medical attention. Time of death: 9:00 PM.”

I felt like I had been slapped. The file slipped out of my hand.

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