Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
My heart fell into my stomach; I knew something had been wrong with Sarah since I saw her in that closet at school. She wasn’t well then, I knew she wasn’t well now. But she seemed to be managing since then.
“Where is she?”
I asked, standing to my feet.
“In our room,”
he answered.
Enzo kept a hold of my hand as we made our way out of the living room. My father and Brody followed us as we went up the stairs and toward the guest room that Brody shared with Sarah. I could hear her crying from outside the door, which broke my heart even more. But her crying soon turned to distress and sounds of pain, which made a knot form in the pit of my stomach.
I quickly rushed into the room to see her holding onto her stomach. She was sweating profusely, and her entire body was trembling.
She groaned out in pain; Brody rushed to her bedside, sitting beside her.
“Hey, I’m here. It’s okay…”
he whispered to her, running his fingers down the side of her face.
“What’s happening to her?”
I asked, staring at Brody and then up at my father who was staring at Sarah with furrowed brows, confusion in his eyes.
“After the news about Scott, she started to cry and then she started having all this pain in her body. It was so bad that she ended up passing out. When she woke up she had a fever and the pain got worse,”
Brody explained.
“I’ll call the pack doctor,”
Enzo said, grabbing his phone and rushing out of the room.
“I’ll call her father,”
my father said grabbing his phone and following Enzo out of the room.
I went to Sarah’s bedside and sat with her, holding onto her hands, I asked, “Sarah, tell me what hurts.”
“Everything…”
she gasped, gritting her teeth as tears fell from her eyes. “It feels like my insides are on fire.”
She let out a hacking cough and when I saw blood escape her mouth, my heart fell into my stomach.
“Holy shit…”
I gasped. “I’m going to grab you a cloth,”
I told her.
She sobbed as she struggled to wipe the blood from her mouth.
“It’s okay…”
Brody assured her. I went into the attached bathroom to grab a washcloth and wet it in the sink. When I returned, Sarah was sitting up in bed.
“I need my father…”
she croaked.
“My father is calling him,”
I assured her.
I sat beside her again and started to wipe her face with the cloth; her body still trembled, but she was no longer whimpering in pain.
“Does this happen often?”
I asked her.
Tears welled in her eyes.
“Only when there’s a lot of stress…”
she murmured. “I think Scott’s death triggered it.”
“Why does this happen?”
Brody asked, furrowing his brows together. “You never tell me what’s really going on with you.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but my father entered the room shortly after.
“Your father is on his way,”
he said gently. “He will be here soon. He wasn’t far away when I called him.”
She looked a little relieved by that and she leaned back in the bed.
“Do you need us to get you anything?”
My father asked.
She shook her head as more tears fell from her eyes.
“No. But thank you,”
she murmured, leaning against Brody who kept his arms wrapped tightly around her.
He nodded.
“Get some rest,”
he said gently, turning away. “I’ll have your father come see you as soon as he gets here.”
I left the room with my father, giving Sarah and Brody time alone.
Enzo was in the hallway still on the phone.
“Thank you, doctor. We will see you soon,”
he said, hanging up and turning to me. “How is she?”
“She’s resting with Brody. Her father will be here soon too.”
We went downstairs to join the others in the living room while we waited. Kay and Becca were still crying, and Dee was doing what she could to cheer them up. I knew they were frightened by all these murders.
I couldn’t get my suspicions out of my head; something in my gut was telling me whoever killed Scott, probably killed the others too.
It didn’t take long for both the doctor and Alpha Jonathan to arrive.
“Where is she?”
He asked, as soon as he stepped not the packhouse.
“Upstairs with the doctor,”
Enzo said, walking toward him. “I’ll take you to her.”
“The doctor?”
Alpha Jonathan seethed. “She doesn’t need a doctor; she needs her medication.”
I noticed he had a small pill bottle in his hands as he shook it. I furrowed my brows together as I looked at them, but I didn’t say anything. I went with them up the stairs and into the guest room Sarah was in.
The doctor was already examining her when Alpha Jonathan stormed in.
“Get away from her, she doesn’t need a doctor,”
Alpha Jonathan growled, making the doctor stand away.
“I beg to differ, Alpha,”
the doctor said, narrowing his eyes. “Your daughter’s condition is—”
“Managed,”
Alpha Jonathan interrupted. “Her condition is managed.”
He handed the pill bottle to Sarah; she lowered her gaze, her face reddening.