CHAPTER 129: Broken Alpha
Violet’s POV
I was in the house preparing to head out for dinner with my parents when my phone began to ring.
I looked at it, but it was not a familiar number, and so I ignored it, but it kept ringing over and over again.
Reluctantly, I picked up, and a feminine voice filled my ear.
“Ms Violet? She rasped
I furrowed my brows. “Yes, who is this?
“This is Blue Gloves Hospital. Your husband was shot, and we need you at the hospital as soon as possible to sign some documents for us before we commence the surgery. I am sending the address right away” the voice continued.
The world tilted.
“What!!! What happened?” my voice cracked. Before I could get another word, the line went dead.
The omega who was helping me with my dress looked up when I dropped the call.
“Luna, is everything OK?” she asked, concern etched on her face.
“Get me the driver” I barked, already carrying my purse and heading downstairs.
As we approached the hospital entrance, the automatic doors slid open and the sterile air conditioning of the hospital hit me in the face.
I could hear my heart beating as if it would come out of my chest.
"I need to see Xavier… Xavier Remus. I just got a call that he had been shot. I blurted, voice rough with panic, at the receptionist, a young woman with red hair, and a name tag reading 'Gale'.
“What’s your relationship with the patient”?
I hesitated.
“I’m his ma…wife”
"He's currently in the emergency room. You'll have to wait until we hear from the attending doctor."
"How long will that be?" The question tumbled out before I could stop it.
Sarah's lips pursed into a tight line. "We can only wait and see, ma'am."
"Can't you call and check?" I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice.
"I understand you're worried," she said, her tone flat. We'll let you know as soon as we have any updates."
Dread washed over me, my legs turned to liquid, and the omega, sensing my distress, guided me to a seat in the waiting area.
Xavier and I were not that close yet, but being with him was better than staying at my parents' pack. At least here I had the freedom to do what I wanted, and I had people at my beck and call.
Since the hospital incident, Xavier had been anything but sweet and nice to me.
Ours was not a partnership borne out of love, but it was not all bad. We were learning to tolerate each other and there was a possibility that I could grow to love him.
Then my heart began to beat faster. “What if he dies? What will become of me? Will I go back to my father or go back to Morgan to grovel to take me back into his pack?
I shuddered at the thought of that.
Guilt coiled in my guts like a wire. I hadn't treated him fairly even when he had tried to ease me back to a normal life after losing my pup. He had been the almost perfect mate, but he hadn’t been home for three days, and I never even cared.
I remembered him trying to reach out to me, but I never picked up the call nor let him in through the mindlink.
What kind of person was I?
I bit my lip hard, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill. A silent prayer for Xavier escaped my lips, a man I was bound to by circumstance, not love.
I have been blinded by so much hate I didn’t even think about him even for a second.
Soon, his beta joined us in the waiting area, but there was no information from the doctor.
I turned to the beta “Gary, you were with Xavier the night he left. What happened to him? Who shot him”?
His face turned ashen.
“Speak up” I thundered, beginning to lose my patience.
He gulped. “ I’m sorry, Luna, but I cannot give out the information you’re looking for. I think it would be best if the alpha explained this by himself. The last time we were together was at the bloodfang pack”.
I was beginning to get very furious, but somehow I understood where he was coming from, so I asked the next question that had been bothering me.
“Is he going to live”? I asked, dreading the answer.
He looked down
“Answer me goddamit!”
“He was shot in the chest, Luna. His wounds were deep. If the moon goddess permits, he will live” he said in a grave tone.
I stormed towards the receptionist. 'Please any update on my husband?’
“Still nothing, ma’am” she replied, and went back to typing on her computer.
Frustration bubbled over. I slammed my hand on the counter, startling the receptionist, who finally looked up at me.
“I have been here for close to an hour and I don’t know the condition of my husband and there you are typing away with no form of human sympathy! What is wrong with you? I need to see a doctor or someone higher. I need to know what is going on with my husband”. I screamed at the top of my lungs.
As I was shouting, the receptionist stood up and smiled, which made me turn, and I saw a very tall man standing beside me with weary but kind eyes. He was disheveled, spotting a day's worth of stubble, as if pulled straight from surgery.
His name tag read ‘Dr Sam’.
"Dr. Sam, this is Mrs. Violet Xavier," the receptionist announced, her voice dripping with forced sweetness.
“Please how is my husband…is he OK”? I asked with panic laced in my voice.
"Helo Mrs. Xavier," Dr. Sam greeted, his voice gruff. "Can we speak in my office please?"
“Is everything okay? I asked with barely controlled dread coiling in my guts.
“Follow me,” he replied.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at him, praying to the moon goddess that Xavier was still alive.
He opened his office door, then pointed at a seat for me to take. I sat down wringing my hands, hardly able to control myself.
He sat down at the other end of the couch.
“Mrs Xavier, your husband, was brought in almost lifeless by people I assumed were his security details. He was shot in the chest.”
The words cut through me, and I felt my body go cold.
Dr. Sam leaned forward, his face etched with exhaustion and his eyes sunken in from what I assumed would be hours of work without relief.
“The bullet tore through his lung, but that wasn’t the only danger. It came dangerously close to his spine. We managed to stop the bleeding and stabilize him, but there’s a chance the damage may not end with his chest.”
I blinked at him, confused, my heart hammering louder. “What… what do you mean?”
He hesitated, as though weighing how much truth I could take, then spoke carefully.
"The nerves that run through the chest and back connect all the way down to the legs. If those nerves are bruised, crushed, or weakened by the impact of the bullet, it can affect how he moves. He may struggle to stand, to walk, or even feel his legs the way he once did. We won’t know the full extent until he wakes up, and we run more tests.”
I felt the blood drain from my face. My nails dug into my palms. “You mean… he might not walk again?” The words slipped out in a broken whisper.
“There is a possibility,” Dr. Sam admitted softly. “But there’s also a chance that, with time and rehabilitation, he could recover much of his strength. Right now, what matters is that he’s alive, but you need to prepare yourself…his life, and yours beside him, may never look the same.”
“He will recover”, I said with certainty or hope. I couldn't tell.
The doctor sighed, looking at me with pity in his eyes. “We hope so, but just prepare your mind for the inevitable Mrs Xavier.”
It was hard to imagine Xavier, a proud Alpha, confined to a bed or chair, stripped of the strength he carried like a second skin… it would break him.
His wolf will heal him, if he still has one, when he wakes up.
Dr. Sam’s voice filtered to me again. “He fought very hard to survive. But survival has its price. If his legs are affected, he’s going to need more than doctors, he’ll need patience, love, and someone who won’t let him give up.”
I gritted my teeth.
A memory of him storming out of the hospital with rage when I lost my pup flashed in my mind.
I had told him I wanted to destroy Alora, but I never asked him to fight for me.
Fighting an alpha king and his witch mate?
Who asked him to put himself in the line of fire without informing me first?
And now look where that foolishness brought us.
My nails dug into my palms until I tasted blood in my mouth from biting down too hard. The thought made me sick, made me hate him, made me hate myself.
Xavier was insane if he thought I would be Luna to an Alpha in a fuking wheelchair!