My Savior Alpha

6. Meeting Max (The Alpha King)

Take her to Max I urged Tyler.

I frowned. Let’s not go too crazy.

Tyler, Lemme see. They took me to his room. He was older.

That old hermit can’t do s**t for me son. Get him out!

I froze. The great Alpha King reduced to withering away in a hospital bed hurt my heart despite everything I’ve been through. He’s a symbol of strength and hope for people like me. He’s abolished so many laws regarding pack omegas and abuse. I felt despite it all, I owed him for all he’s done to help others.

Dad I got us a new pack doctor. She fixed Ryan’s shoulder in 10 minutes. Look it’s not black anymore. He looked and was surprised. Let her look at you. She might be able to help. She found me yesterday after that pack tore me up and fixed me. Give her a shot.

I studied my son but he held my gaze so I grumbled. Very well but I don’t want an audience.

I was a little taken aback. Dad Lemme explain—

I can explain. I’m not useless. Get out!

They whimpered and left. I smirked. Still the Alpha King. Lemme guess? You’ve been bedridden and neglected by the hermit so you hate doctors.

I smirked. Smart girl. Cancer. Doc says chemo ain’t worth it.

Can I take fresh scans? No offense but this hermit sounds very under-qualified.

I stifled a laugh. Oh he was. Go ahead. She did. You saved my son?

I smiled a little. Yes sir. He didn’t make it easy for me but he’s all better.

I softened a little and I grabbed her hand. Well thank you. Really.

You’re very welcome. Now let’s fix you up and get you back to the great Alpha King you’re supposed to be. He laughed as I finished scans.