His words stung, twisting in my gut. I felt like I was drowning, my breath shallow and labored. "Kaidon… I don’t feel well. It’s… it’s bad." My voice cracked, a plea for help echoing in my mind.
Before I could say more, I heard a soft, mocking voice on the other end. “Luna, stop bothering him. He’s been with me all day. As his mate, you should understand he’s tired.”
Elara’s voice cut through my hope like a knife, leaving me cold and empty. The line went dead, and I felt the weight of despair crash over me. I was alone. I was forgotten. My wolf whined, feeling the loss of my mate's warmth and the betrayal of the woman who took my place.
With trembling hands, I called Gideon, my loyal protector and the pack’s butler. He arrived quickly, concern etched on his face when he saw me, drenched in sweat and shaking. "Luna, what happened?" he asked, his voice urgent, the alpha's instinct to protect kicking in.
“I called Kaidon,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “I just wanted…”
Gideon’s eyes darkened, and he immediately reached for his phone, but I stopped him. "I don’t want him to come. I want to go to a different hospital."