Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 210

Later that day, I’ve just started my snooping mission when

Adam comes to find me in the office. If he thinks it’s weird I’m

sitting at Aaron’s desk and using Aaron’s computer, he doesn’t say anything. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“I should have guessed you’d go right back to working after being in a car accident and almost getting

kidnapped last night,” Adam says, and his smile somehow manages to be both affectionate and

admonishing.

“The packs and businesses aren’t going to run themselves,” I

tell him.

I’m impatient to discover whatever I can about Aaron’s activities the past few months, and am not really

in the mood to make small talk with Adam.

“Is there something you need?”I ask him, not bothering to hide. the hint of impatience in my voice.

Annoyance crosses Adam’s face, but he quickly covers it with a

smile.

“Again, you were in a car accident last night. I’d like you to come to the medical annex for a checkup.”

Adam’s preoccupation with my health almost borders on

obsessive.

But he is also my oldest friend, and a few short months ago, I was dying from cancer.

Plus, I think maybe I can use the time to subtly question him about Aaron and what he was up to while I

was in a coma.

I don’t expect Adam to know much-he’s Roberts pack, not Rathborn pack, and its not like he’s one of

Aaron’s top guys.

But maybe he saw or heard something that can point me in a direction of where to look for further

information.

“Okay,” I tell him, and I can see he’s surprised I agreed so easily.

I know I probably haven’t ever been the most cooperative patient he’s ever treated.

“As long as you make it snappy,” I continue, covering up my too-easy agreement. “I’ve got a million

things to do today.”

“Yes, Luna,” Adam replied with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

I follow him out of the mansion and across the grounds to the

medical annex.

Once there, Adam takes me to his office instead of one of the

triage rooms like usual.

Adam peppers me with questions as he takes my vitals, stopping every now and then to enter

information into my medical file where he has it displayed on his computer, the screen angled away

from me.

It seems like I’m fine, so in between, I hedge questions about Aaron and what was going on with the

packs all those months while I was in a coma, but Adam is frustratingly vague, and I’m getting nowhere

fast.

Just as I’m pondering how to come at him from another angle,

there’s a commotion our in the main medical area.

“Give me a sec,” Adam says before jumping up and hurrying out, leaving his office door open. I lean

over in my chair to see where a couple of wolves are laying one of the guys onto a gurney, and he

doesn’t look conscious. He’s been in some sort of accident, but for some reason he’s not healing fast

enough.

Adam smoothly takes charge and whisks the gurney out of

sight.

For a second I sit there, thoughts wondering, and then my attention is drawn to Adam’s computer.

I don;t know why, but I’m suddenly intensely curious to know what my medical file says about all those

missing months.

Probably nothing about Aaron, obviously, but I’d like to see when Adam realized my cancer was

healed, and even though my heart spasms at the thought, I suddenly need to know when and how I

lost my baby.

I slide over to Adam’s desk chair and start clicking through notes, but I very quickly become confused.

Adam’s notes on me are extremely…thorough.

In fact, he’s somehow been remotely tracking my health for years, long before I got cancer and came

back into the fold of the Roberts pack.

My heart picks up the pace as more and more shocking details are revealed.

I’d thought my father had used that lock of baby hair he’d kept to transfer his Alpha powers to me, but I

was wrong. At some stage when he was treating me, Adam injected me with my father’s blood. I squint

at the noted date. It’s the same day Brian’s wolves attacked me on Rathborn lands.

Just what the hell has been going on this whole time?!

I scroll further, and start finding entries about my pregnancy.

My apparently successful pregnancy, despite the fact I was in

a coma.

Tears sting my eyes as the implications hit me.

I assumed I lost my baby the night of the attack, or soon after, but according to this, I carried the

pregnancy for months.

And had a successful delivery.

Shock makes my entire body numb and I suddenly feel like I’m wading through some kind of dream.

Or a nightmare.

There’s a file linked to mine that simply has the initial ER and I click on it.

The tears fall faster and a so b is pushing its way up into my

chest.

The file belongs to my baby.

My beautiful son, who was born premature, but was healthy for a NICU baby.

But if my baby was born, then what the hell happened?

Did he not survive being in the NICU?

And why the hell didn’t anyone think this was information I

needed to know?

How could Aaron let me think he allowed our child to die to

save me instead? How could he let me hate him for something he hadn’t even done?

I’m frantic now as I scroll further, soaking in every word about my baby and how well he was doing

each day, growing stronger and healthier.

By now, tears are streaming down my face and my breath has grown choppy.

I’m elated and devastated and more confused than ever.

Especially as I reach the final entry, where the notes simply

stop.

It’s dated from only four weeks ago.

My son was still alive right before I woke up from that coma.