The Alpha Of The Shadow Pack And His Mute Luna (by Beatrice Putnam) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Vanessa POV

I felt like I was hovering between worlds: the living and the dead. At times, I could see my body, and at other times, I could feel it: all the pain, the fear, and the sadness. I could see Alfred sitting by my bedside, holding my hand, wailing in anguish, begging the moon goddess to bring me back. He would sit at the window in wolf form and howl in anguish. I had no idea what was going on or how long I had been like this. I knew I wanted to touch Alfred. I wanted to let him know that I was here. I tried to wake up. I was moving towards my body when I was in the forest again. Again, the moon goddess was there.

* Vanessa, I have taken you out of your body so it can heal.”

*You were severely injured.”

The baby is fine, and you will not die.”

• Then why can’t I stay in my body?”

“I’m allowing your body to heal.

I must be really injured. Everything was bright. Nothing seemed to get dark around here. It was as if I were trapped in a white and yellow light. It was not scary. It was actually very comforting. I then returned to my body. This time, I was not leaving it. The pain was unbearable. The monitors started going off. Doctor Moser rushed and put something in my IV. I could feel the pain. My legs were in a cast, which meant that they were broken. However, it did not look that bad. One of my arms was in a cast. I could feel Alfred’s anger. He was angry because of what had happened. It was making it hard to concentrate. I tried to mind-link him. But It was proving to be difficult.

I finally was able to.

* Alfred, it’s Vanessa. I will be fine.”

Vanessa, are you sure?”

“I’m just sleeping for a while.”

“Are you sure?”

‘Yes’

Then I was asleep again. I was dreaming of being by a waterfall and enjoying the warm sun on my face. It was so peaceful. I kept thinking that I had seen this waterfall somewhere before. But where was the question? I started to fall asleep in my dream. Then I woke up. Alfred had his head on the bed like the first time that I met him. I tried to sit up. Pain ripped through my body. I balled up my fist and tried not to scream. It was not working. I let out a little sound, and Alfred shot up. Nearly collided with my nose. I had moved just in time before he could make contact.

“You’re awake.”

‘Doctor Moser, get in here.”

The doctor then came running. He quickly took off his stethoscope and started examining me.

She is doing great.”

‘We will keep her for a few more days.”

I reached down to my stomach and I felt stitches.

‘WHERE’S MY BABY?”

‘It’s OK, Luna is the baby in the NICU.”

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Chapter 105

That was a relief. He was alive but born prematurely.

I want to see him.

‘OK, I will take you to him.”

Alfred picked me up and carried me to the NICU. He took me to the back of the NICU. Our baby was in an incubator. He was so small but perfect. He had tubes hooked to him. But he was doing well. He was strong. I ached to hold him. But I knew that I could not.

What did you name him?”

I have not named him yet.”

‘We will name him Junior.”

“That sounds good.”

Junior was a prefect. His vitals were strong, and he seemed to be doing well. He only weighed one pound. Someone had put a blue blanket on him. Alfred sat me down on the rocking chair. I sat there rocking and staring at Junior. He was beautiful; it was almost impossible to take my eyes off him. I started to fall asleep. I could feel myself being picked up. I knew Alfred was carrying me back to my room. I wrapped my arms around his neck. When we got back to my room, there were flowers everywhere. There was also a teddy bear on the bed. I smiled weakly. I was so weak from blood loss and all the trauma that I went through. For the next few days, Alfred carried me back and forth to the NICU. Then it had been a week, and the doctor had released me. I said goodbye to Junior, who would still be in the hospital for a while.

It was so hard to leave him there. I wanted to stay with him, but they would not let me. Alfred carried me into the house from the car. He took me straight to our room. He went into the bathroom and started the shower. He helped me undress and carried me into the shower. He put bags over my legs and arms. He ensured that water could not get into the cast. He then placed a shower chair in the shower.

Are you ready, little one?”

‘Yes.’

I was looking forward to an actual shower. The sponge baths the nurses gave me in the hospital were nice. However, I wanted an actual shower. He undressed himself, picked me up, and stepped into the shower. He then placed me gently on his lap. He reached up and took the shower head off the wall. We had never had a removable shower head before. He must have remodeled some things while I was in the hospital. I never asked how long I was in the hospital before or unconscious. Later, I planned to ask him. But right now I am enjoying this shower. He let the water run over my head. It felt amazing. I could not remember the last time I had a shower. It has been a while. He then grabbed the shampoo. Then he washed my hair. He then grabbed the conditioner and applied it to my hair. He then washed my body. It felt amazing.

He finished bathing me and then dried me off. He then carried me to bed. However, the pain medicine began to wear off. I was starting to hurt. My body felt like it did when he found me. But this time, someone did not abuse me. Someone had tried to kill us. I knew that the house had been blown up in an explosion. I was surprised that they were able to repair the house so fast. Alfred put me on the bed and then left to get me something to eat. I scooted myself up further on the bed. I placed the pillows behind my back and propped myself up. I stretched out my legs. They hurt from stretching. The cast made them heavy, Alfred returned with some food. He then handed some medicine. I took it and then ate my dinner.

Babe, how long have I been in the hospital?’

You were out for a month.

I was afraid that you were never going to wake up.”