Chapter 210


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


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


    sitting at Aaron’s desk and using Aaron’sputer, he doesn’t say anything.


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


    kidnappedst 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 identst night. I’d like you toe to the medical annex for a checkup.”


    Adam’s preupation 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 aa.


    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 disyed on hisputer, 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 aa, but Adam is frustratingly vague, and I’m getting nowhere


    fast.


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


    there’s amotion 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 areying one of the guys onto a gurney, and he


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


    enough.


    Adam smoothly takes charge and whisks the gurney out of


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    sight.


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


    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 be 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 Rathbornnds.


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


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


    My apparently sessful pregnancy, despite the fact I was in


    aa.


    Tears sting my eyes as the implications hit me.


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


    pregnancy for months.


    And had a sessful 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 ted 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 thata.