Alpha Hunter

Chapter 34

Reyna Cruz:

“Special blood?” Samuel inquired, while I pondered why the list of lunas was in his hand.

“May I ask,” Ram finally adjusted his posture when he couldn’t make sense of the list, “are you a luna, or are you——?” His questions brought a sudden silence. Realizing the need to clarify, he continued, “I mean, I know you are unmarried, but a few things are leaving me concerned.” Ram seemed on edge, prompting Samuel to give me a reassuring hand gesture, indicating he would address the queries.

“May I ask why it matters? That kid is her child, and I’m telling you to do anything in your power to take care of him,” Samuel explained. I thought he had a point. Why put in so much effort to care for the child of a mere rogue?

“No, you’ve got it all wrong, I don’t do that. Every patient is dear to me. It is just that the kid is not an omega’s child or any other werewolf, other than someone who is extremely powerful. By that, I mean he is an alpha’s or even an alpha king’s son,” the doctor’s words gave me goosebumps. I never expected to hear someone call my son an alpha king’s son again after everything went down. It was a surprise and a shock at the same time.

Samuel turned to me, staring at my face in bewilderment, but one could tell he believed the doctor’s words. Ram mentioned he had come to that conclusion after the test results of my son’s blood.

Polline gently clasped my hand, understanding that it was a difficult time for me. Not only was my son in critical condition, but my secret was also on the verge of being revealed.

“Why does it matter? Can’t you operate on him without finding out who his father is?” I argued in a shaky, miserable tone instantly.

Ram pouted sadly, as if realizing he was right. “I would love to. Hence, I am here having this conversation with you. This kid’s life is in danger. Once he slips into a coma, we don’t know when he will come out. It can take days, months, years, or for some, they never wake up.” I got chills down my spine and hugged myself to warm my body. Polline saw it and quickly wrapped her arms around me, rubbing my elbow for comfort.

“So, what do you need?” Samuel was quick to ask the main question.

“Since he is an alpha king’s son, he will need his blood to heal. His condition is to the point that his body will not accept anyone else’s blood. Had it even been found a little sooner- Ram pouted, clearly showing empathy. He seemed to be, experiencing the emotions with me, taking breaks to calm his agitated nerves.

“If you know or can reach his father-” Ram didn’t want to automatically assume that the alpha king in question was Hunter, but obviously, he was no fool. No one was. They all knew that the closest alpha king I could get was Hunter: the others were situated in the East and West.

“For the sake of this child’s life, you must do it quickly, Ram added and walked away, eyeing Samuel to follow him so that he could also explain what other things were needed.

“Polline! Did you hear him? How can he expect me to go beg Hunter for his blood when he doesn’t even know Turner is his son?” I asked her, my hands shaking as I placed them on her arms for support.

for you “Right now is not the time to talk about all this. Turner needs blood, and he should get it. Reyna! I know it is not easy to do it, but it’s something that needs to be done now. Turner’s life is in his father’s hands,” she pleaded with me to ask Hunter for help.

“Why? The father who is the reason my son had to run out of the building? The father who never cared for his son back when he had thrown me into the servant quarters?” I began to wail at the injustice. “Oh, and don’t even get me started on how Tara or Hunter’s mother would make sure they steal Turner from me after finding out he is Hunter’s son, just to make my life miserable.” I had so many fears, and on top of them, now my son was dying.

“Would you rather have him alive or-?” Polline whispered, and I suddenly stopped crying. Reality struck me.

“I will ask him,” I made a quick decision because time was of the essence, and I wouldn’t do anything that would take away my son from me, even if he had to live with his father after healing. But that was not going to happen. Tara wouldn’t want Turner around her. Mrs. Sparrow would also be against the idea since she hates me.

I wiped away my tears and ran to the exit, followed by Samuel’s driver, who I didn’t know was assigned by Samuel to go with me in this condition since I wasn’t well. It was a big help because I couldn’t even drive with these shaky hands.

Soon, the driver took me to the pack house, which took more than an hour to arrive, and then I didn’t wait for anything. I ran into the mansion to see Hunter. The pack’s border warrior couldn’t halt me because the driver had the pass to enter the pack.

“Hunter!” I yelled, clutching my hands together nervously, shaking at the thought of what he might say. What if he doesn’t agree to help my son? His anger knew no boundaries. I feared he might get angry or even refuse to believe that Turner is his son. Any delay could result in my son’s health decline.

Instead of Hunter coming out to eye me, it was Tara who heard my voice and rushed downstairs. Mrs. Sparrow took the stairs too, but she wasn’t in a hurry to approach me.

“Why the heck are you here?” Tara yelled, folding her arms over her chest, showing no remorse for what she had done. I didn’t believe her when she claimed my son hit her unprovoked.

“I am here to speak with Hunter,” I said without showing any emotions to her. I faced her with hatred.

“Why?” Mrs. Sparrow asked the question once she stood beside Tara.

“My son… needs his blood,” I whispered in a shaky tone, hating to beg before these cruel people for help.

“Huh? Go ask someone to arrange blood for your son; we are not responsible for that brat’s condition,” Tara waved her hand, ready to call the guards to throw me out of the building.

“Wait!” It was Mrs. Sparrow who stepped ahead to stop her. “Why do you need my son’s blood? Is Turner okay?” For once, I was shocked. There was a little something called ‘concern‘ in her tone.

“He is not. My son is dying.” I announced, and I noticed that she was the only one out of the two who gasped. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.