Lyra
My precious Alpha Liam.
The puppet said that, and a stabbing pain tore through my intestines. I doubled over, gasping, my breath caught in my throat as pain clawed its way up.
My body was betraying me.
At first, I thought it was because of Liam and Laika was acting up. But lo and behold, it was my stomach. The f*****g cancer.
A strangled sound slipped out of me.
Gods, the pain was unbearable.
If only I’d made it to that surgery. At this rate, I didn’t think I would make it anymore.
“What are you doing?” the puppet sneered, looking me over with disgust. “Are you hungry? What a hassle. Now I have to find someone to watch you before you pass out.”
“I’m not hungry,” I spat out with the last of my strength. “I… I’m just…” Another stabbing pain hit me, and I doubled over again. “I
