Chapter 66
Presently
***Larissa***
“Are you ready?” Logan asked as I adjusted my skirt.
“I don't think so, but of course, I want to meet your parents again. I need to reintroduce myself,” I muttered.
“Is that pride, eh?” Logan asked as he stared at me.
Of course, it was, but I didn't say that. Rather, I beamed at him and didn't utter a word.
I took one last glance at my reflection. I looked smart in my outfit and it stimulated my self-esteem. Looking good was part of my routine. It made me stand out and even though I was unsure of how to react, I knew I had everything under control.
I knew I was everything but ready. Weeks had gone by and I was finally settled in. I hadn't come across Logan’s parents because I wasn't in the right state of mind to meet them but today, I was going to be meeting his parents once again after these past years and I didn't know how to deal with it.
Although I had earned everyone’s respect in the pack.
News had spread like wildfire among the werewolves about my prowess. They all looked up to me as a saviour since the rest of the physicians had failed them but I doubted I was that immaculate. They had all heard I had gone to experience life in the human world and that I was a celebrity doctor there. Their approach towards me was like never before. They were all nice and now I knew why people always wanted to make a name for themselves.
Money was power.
Everything words couldn't express, money did. It was authority.
“Do you need anything else?” Logan asked.
I smirked, “Not at all, can you lead the way please?”
The moon hung low and bathed the wolfdom in a silver glow. The atmosphere was tranquil yet I couldn't ease my heart that thumped loudly in my chest as Logan led me to the Alpha’s den.
The door slowly opened and I walked in with Jaxon following closely behind. For the first time in six years, I was face-to-face with Logan’s mother. She sat by her husband’s bedside and at the sight of me, her eyes darkened.
A tense hair hung between us, thick with the weight of past wounds. I swallowed hard and found myself stuck in my tracks. My palms were suddenly clammy and I swallowed hard as memories of the past flooded in.
Logan’s mother was still recovering from the shock of almost losing her husband and she avoided me as she grappled with conflicting emotions whenever I was near. She did look like a shadow of herself, now that I had finally set eyes on her. Wasn't it funny how life switched?
Who knew the once assertive Luna could feel a pang of shame and numbness in my presence, haunted by the awareness of past mistreatment.
I beamed at her, “Gooday to you, I'm Dr Larissa and I'll be in charge of the Alpha’s health from now on.”
Her eyes narrowed with resentment and she wasted no time in unleashing her disdain. “Well, well, if it isn't the prodigal healer? Back to bask in the glory you've stolen from us?”
I steeled myself against the onslaught of hostility and replied coolly, “I'm here to help and not for glory.”
“Help?” She scoffed, bitterness lacing her words. “How convenient. After abandoning us, you decide to grace us with your presence. What do you expect, a hero’s welcome?”
“Mom—” Logan commenced.
I turned to him and smiled, “It's alright, Logan. She didn't expect a transformation. Karma is a bitch. I'd be shocked too.”
“You the saviour, funny how things change indeed. The valour to think I'm going to let those filthy hands of yours touch the Alpha is alarming. You’re bad luck, he could be infected from just a touch,” she said.
I snickered and tucked my hair at the back of my ears.
Maintaining my composure and keeping my voice low but firm, I spoke. “I would've been hurt but the Alpha is infected just from spending years with you,” I laughed, “but don't worry. These hands have saved lives. Like I said, I'm here to ensure the Alpha’s well-being.”
The Alpha, still in a coma, lay motionless, caught in a battle between life and the shadows. There was an oxygen mask in his nostrils to aid breathing and a patient monitor. I examined him and tried to keep the worry from reflecting in my eyes. I checked his airway, his breathing, his blood pressure and his pulse. I opened his eyes and found that his pupils were constricted. I penned down the diagnosis of his state.
My medical expertise had become the beacon of hope for the werewolves and a change for me. I was scared but I had to give it my best. Medicine was my field and I cherished it. I couldn't give up, regardless. It was always my patient before me.
There was something other physicians were ignoring that was present. I was confident there was an underlying condition triggering his current situation and I was going to run a series of tests till I found out the problem.
“I'll be back tomorrow,” I said to Logan. “To run a series of tests and also he needs intensive care. But firstly I have to run the test for proper diagnosis.”
He pushed his hair back from his face, “Would he be okay?”
“He will, with time, but then, a lot has to be done,” I muttered.
“Like what?”
“To promote recovery, you might have to spend time talking to him and not just staring.”
“You sound like you know everything,” Logan’s mother said.
I shook my head at her, “Would you just let me do my job?”
“Mom please, stay out of this,” Logan warned.
“He needs to be spoken to, logan. You know the regular— talk to him about everything, hold his hands, play his favourite music, put flowers in this place and spray his favourite perfume. It aids the brain cells to perform better. Those are some pleasant sensations for comatose patients.”
Logan's mother hissed, “He wouldn't be pleased to know you're his doctor.”
“He obviously can't complain, Mom. Even his pack physicians couldn't do it better,” Logan fired.
“Enough please,” I begged.
“Mom, Larissa is here to help us, we should be grateful,” Logan said in an attempt to bridge the gap after sensing the tension between me and his mother.
She shot him a disdainful look, “Grateful? For what? Her sudden miraculous healing hands? Or the fact that she's the reason we're in this mess?”
How was all this my fault? I was baffled.
Although I could've argued, I didn't. It was worthless explaining things to people who pampered bad habits. I suppressed my anger, blocked out her words and packed up my kits.
I left the den and left Logan behind to talk to his mother. I would rather be six feet down than be here— I detested that I had to be here but I had to remind myself it was for a brief time. A deal was a deal.