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Alpha Roan.
I seize into the door and it nearly tears off its hinges. I see is chaos. Madeline, a number of doctors, beeping of monitors, white coats circling around the bed. There are too many of them around my mother, and I can’t even see her face. I just catch glimpses…an arm, a tube, the pale edge of a hospital gown…so naturally, my pulse spikes.
There’s sweat on my forehead. I wipe it away with the back of my hand roughly. My throat feels tight. The sound in the room is a mess of medical commands until I hear Madeline’s voice rise above them.
“Everyone who isn’t a doctor, out!”
She’s talking to the others, not to me. That order doesn't apply to me. I am the Alpha. This is my mother.
But when her eyes find mine over the shoulders of the other doctors, it’s that same profe
