Alpha Rylan
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As Lycia and I stepped out of the car and made our way towards the packhouse, the tension between us was very obvious.
She attempted to start a conversation, perhaps hoping to mend the growing rift between us, but I couldn't bring myself to engage. Instead, I cut her off with a curt instruction to get some rest, not bothering to hear what she wanted to say.
With that, I walked away, hurrying back to my bedroom, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts.
Once inside the confines of my room, I paced back and forth, trying to make sense of the chaos that had unfolded. The events at the hospital continued to replay in my mind, the doctor's words echoing through my thoughts.
Lana's diabetes condition was hereditary. But how could that be? The only person in my family who
