Chasing His Betrayed Luna novel Chapter 88

AURELIA

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My chest rose and fell rapidly and tears streamed down my face. I felt useless. Completely useless and broken, I struggled to get a glimpse of Kyle who was surrounded by healers and doctors, collectively restraining him as he kicked vigorously and cried out, horror loud in his voice.

Kyle was experiencing another episode. One of many in the past two days and I was losing my mind.

Thankfully, Katie wasn’t in the hospital to witness this particular one but sadly, my daughter had witnessed more than enough to know that her brother was suffering and the hospital wasn’t helping him.

“What’s taking him so long?” Inara sniveled and I instantly knew she was talking about Alpha Tristan who still hadn’t contacted me in the past two days.

I was becoming anxious and very scared. Seeing Kyle fight with unseen demons was killing me and I couldn’t help but hate myself for putting my son through this torment.

“Perhaps he is taking his time because there is no hope for Kyle,” I muttered back to my wolf, tears rolling down my cheeks as Kyle's muffled screams beat my eardrums, inflicting pain all over my body.

“You don’t believe that.” Inara whimpered but even she couldn’t argue with me. We both knew Tristan was an efficient man. If he had found anything, anything at all, he would have called me and helped me heal Kyle.

After several minutes of futile efforts, Phoebe walked up to me, leaving the rest of the team to look after Kyle. She avoided my gaze as she said, “We don’t know what to do, Aurelia. We’ve tried everything. We tried the same treatment method that we used on everyone you found in the basement but even that has not made much difference for Kyle.”

I let out an audible sob but Phoebe still had more to say, “In fact, after everything we’ve done, Kyle’s system is beginning to resist treatment.”

“W-what next?” I cried, longing for hope even if it was a tiny shard of it.

“Kyle’s mind has to heal on its own. We can’t keep administering medicine or we will hurt him–”

“Oh, my baby…” I cried out, staggering backward but Phoebe’s hands caught me before I could lose balance.

There were no words to describe the ache in my chest and the difficulty I experienced when I tried to breathe. I could see a part of me dying yet there was nothing I could do. I mean, what if Kyle’s mind doesn't heal?

What would become of my son?

He isn’t even six years old yet.

Tears blurred my sight and my struggle to breathe didn’t go unnoticed by Phoebe who pulled me into her arms without hesitating. I cried in Phoebe’s arms until I heard Raiden clearing his throat behind me.

When did he get here?

He had left me alone with Kyle earlier this morning to attend to Iris.