The Alpha Of The Shadow Pack And His Mute Luna (by Beatrice Putnam) novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108

Alfreds POV

After the nurse left, I scooted back up to the bed and put my head down again. I wanted to be as close to her as I could. I wanted to climb onto the bed. But I knew that this bed was way too small. If I could touch her, that would be sufficient for now. I needed to be close. Her vitals are stable. It’s been three days now since I last needed a shower. I decided that since she was sleeping peacefully, I would have Stacey sit with her while I went to see the baby and get an update on him. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and called Stacey. She answered on the first ring.

“What’s wrong?”

Is the Luna OK?”

What about the baby?”

She was firing off question after question. When she was finally done, I was able to reply to her.

Everything is fine. I want you to come sit with Vanessa while I go to the pack house, shower, and find some clothes.”

I’ll be right there.”

I severed the mind-link and gripped Vanessa’s hand. I waited for Stacey. I refused to leave Vanessa alone. I wasn’t sure if Vanessa sensed anyone with her, but if she woke, she would not be alone. I lowered my head onto the bed again and waited. I must have dozed off. Stacey gently shook me awake. I jolted upright.

“What’s wrong?”

* Nothing I got here, and you were sleeping.”

OK, thank you.”

I explained Vanessa’s condition to Stacey, then left for the NICU. I needed to see my son before showering. In the nursery, the nurses organized his feeding line. I stepped aside so they could work. They injected medicine into his IV, explaining that since he was premature, he needed extra nutrients. I understood. When they finished, they left. I slid a chair next to the incubator and reached through the port, touching his hand. His vitals stabilized, and he relaxed. I stayed with him for a while. With a nurse’s help, I changed his diaper. I slumped into the chair and began to sob. First, Vanessa was in a coma, and now my newborn was fragile too. I screamed at the ceiling.

WHY MOON GODDESS, WHY ME?”

A nurse hurried in, concern etched on her face. Seeing my tears, she understood and quietly exited, closing the door. I kept sobbing. I reached into the port and held his tiny hand. The tag on his incubator read ‘The Alpha’s Son.’ I refused to name him until Vanessa woke. I lingered, then returned to the pack house. I grabbed a bite to eat and took a shower. Then, I went to my office, gathered files and reports, and stuffed them into a briefcase before heading back to the hospital. While Vanessa sleeps, I’ll tackle work. The house is being rebuilt. It will take time.

Vanessa will be in the hospital for a while. Perhaps the house will be rebuilt when she is released from the hospital. After taking one last look at the house, I went back to the hospital. A nurse was in Vanessa’s room adjusting her medicine and IVs. Stacey was sitting in the chair, observing. I knew she would protect Vanessa,

‘I’m sorry for taking so long.”

“Alfred, you are fine. I enjoyed sitting here protecting my Luna.”

• Thank You, Stacey.”

She kissed me on the cheek.

“I’m going to go see my nephew.”

2:17 pm PD

Chapter 108

Have you named him yet?”

No, I’m not going to until Vanessa wakes up.”

“OK.”

Time passed quickly. Most nights, I sat there in tears, wailing, pleading with the moon goddess to bring Vanessa back. Two weeks slipped by, and Vanessa remained in a coma. During that time, we found the perpetrator responsible for building the bomb. He now sits in jail, awaiting questioning. I refused to interrogate him until Vanessa’s condition improved. I fell into another deep sleep. A sound from Vanessa jolted me awake, and I almost collided with her face. I shouted for the doctor, who rushed in and examined her. She reached down and felt the stitches on her belly, then screamed for her baby. After I reassured her that he was fine, she demanded to see him. I rushed her to him.

She spotted the blank name card. I told her I would not name him until she was awake. She called him Junior. I liked it. I brought a chair to his bed. He now lay in a baby bed, covered by a blue blanket. Vanessa reached out and touched him, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. Relief flooded her when she saw he was safe. The doctor said he’d remain hospitalized for some time. Vanessa refused to leave the NICU, but I persuaded her to rest for a while. For the next week, I carried her to and from the unit. Junior grew stronger each visit. When it was time for Vanessa’s discharge, they removed her stitches. The casts on her legs and arm would stay another week or two.

Doctor Moser assured us that she was healing properly. However, when she lost all that blood, it slowed her healing powers, which were coming back. I brought a sweat suit for her and helped her get dressed. The nurse took out all her IVs, checked her cast, and then released her from the hospital. I carried her to a car that was waiting for us. We then pulled up to the front of the house. It was entirely rebuilt. It was ready for us to move in. I had taken the liberty of buying her more clothes. She was thrilled to come home to a newly rebuilt house. My carpenters worked tirelessly to prepare it. I even had a nursery built. The layout is different now. It was built primarily for a family rather than a large household. The secret room was still there, which I made sure of.

I needed a secure place for her and the baby in case of another attack. I carried her into the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.

* I’ll get the shower ready for you.”

I know she wanted a proper shower. That is one thing she kept saying: the first thing she wanted to do was take a shower when she got home. I went into the bathroom and adjusted the water. I made sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold. I put a shower chair in the shower. I planned on taking one with her. The scar on her stomach was barely visible now. Her healing abilities were coming back. She would have a tiny scar there when everything was said and done. I had the chair facing towards the back wall in the shower so our heads would be under the water. I then went back to the bedroom and helped her take off her clothes. I then carried her to the bathroom, stepped into the shower, and bathed her. I had a removable shower head installed so I could wash her hair, then put it down, and then use it to massage your muscles. She seemed to love it, then I took her back to the bed and helped her get dressed.