The Worst Of Luck

chapter twenty seven

Two weeks had passed and I had noticeably seen a change in Aidan's appearance. The chemo had not taken his hair yet, but the doctor had said it most likely would happen in the next few weeks. I just wanted this to be all over, I wanted him to be healthy again. Every night, I prayed to the moon goddess herself that he would beat this. But I'm terrified, because there's been no sign of the chemo working, and it was the last resort, my only hope.

Vincent had stopped by every so often, he was busy with pack work I assumed but he still managed to see his son daily. Although the mere sight of him made me want to dig a hole and jump in it. We haven't talked very much since the night of Aidan's diagnosis, I had nothing left to say to him.

Emily has also stopped by quite frequently to check up on Aidan, she and her mate are happy and in love from the seems of it. I'm happy for her, that she finally got the boy she had been destined to be with. She deserved to be happy.

I was currently heading back to the packhouse to grab some more clothes for Aidan and me, as we both spent the majority of our time there. Pups ran around the front of the packhouse, playing with each other, as their mothers watched from the front porch. My heart clenched at the reminder that I may lose my son, and that he may never be able to fall in love, become an alpha, have pups of his own. All the things I wanted for him, the happiness he deserves, he may never get. Life was complicated and cruel, some had it easier than others, but there was nothing anyone could do to change it. You just have to live with the obstacles you're faced with and hope to come out on the other side as a whole.

"Olivia, how are you?" I heard someone say from beside me, distracting me from the thoughts racing through my mind. "I'm okay, what about you?" I asked Riley. He looked stressed out, dark circles complimenting his baby blue eyes. "I've been better. How's Aidan holding up?" He asked, my heart clenched at the mention of the situation. The air leaving my lungs as my anxiety returned over the thought of my son leaving me, "He's alright," I mumbled, hoping Riley would drop the topic. I know to talk about it was better than bottling it up, and pack members had the right to know how their future alpha was, but I couldn't bear myself to talk about it. Every time it was mentioned I wanted to break down and cry. And that was simply something I could not do, I wouldn't allow myself to fully break down, not when my son was still fighting for his life.

"Vincent's seemed a little off these days, did something happen between you two?" Riley asked they look in his eyes told me that he got the hint of my demeanour towards Aidan and he tried to change the topic, only he brought up something I also could not allow myself to talk about. But I guess my whole life was a mess right now, there wasn't much else to talk about. "We're over," I responded quietly, not knowing how he'd take the news. After all, we told him about two months ago we were going to try and take things slow. His brows furrowed, questions probably racing through his mind on all the possible things that could've happened but he didn't ask, which I was thankful for. "So, can I help you with anything?" Riley asked, also dropping the Vincent topic. "I don't think so, I'm just here to grab some things for Aidan and I. I think I'll manage, but feel free to stop by and see Aidan, he misses you." I said, giving Riley a small smile before proceeding towards the packhouse.

I packed a small bag for myself before heading to Aidan's room. Majority of his toys and clothes had been moved to the hospital, and his room that had once been buzzing with youth and happiness was now cold and empty. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I felt like I was on the verge of exploding, every little thing was enough to set me off. But I couldn't.

I packed some of the rest of Aidan's belongings before leaving his room and making my way out of the packhouse. I was walking out the front door when I bumped into someone; Vincent. Of course. Because my day could not get any better. "Watch where you're going next time," he growled as he walked by, "Right back at you," I muttered before leaving. As if he has the audacity to be rude, he was the one who ruined everything. I offered to give him another chance, despite him nearly destroying me the first time, and he still blew it. And on top of everything on our plates, he's going to act like an overdramatic, hormonal teenager. His immaturity is ridiculous. That boy makes me blood boil hot in my veins, if I could I'd throw a bucket at him, but then I'd be just as immature. Although maybe it would be worth the label if I got to hit him.

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Sorry for the not so suspenseful or interesting chapter, these next few are like fillers to keep the plot running until some drama breaks out. And sorry for the delayed update, I just started school again and things have been pretty hectic! But thank you for reading! ❤️