Page 107 of Abandoned By My Alpha Husband

We coordinated, flanking Lina from both sides. She gradually weakened, wounds accumulating, blood running down her fur, leaving dark red pools on the floor. Finally, she collapsed and shifted back to human form.

I shifted back too, standing over her, gasping.

Lucifer came to my side, taking my hand. His hand was warm, palm sweaty, but his grip was firm.

"It's over," he said.

Lina lay on the ground, blood trickling from her mouth, chest heaving. "I won't stand trial," she said, voice soft but clear. "I'd rather die."

Then she bit down on something. Black blood flowed from her mouth, smelling of bitter almonds. Her eyes slowly closed. Her chest stopped moving.

I turned and ran to the children. Liam had passed out, head hanging, covered in injuries. Anya was still crying. When she saw me, she struggled frantically, the chair scraping harsh sounds across the floor.

I untied the ropes and tore the tape from her mouth.

"Mommy—" She threw herself into my arms, shaking with sobs.

"It's okay now." I choked out, holding her tight. "Mommy's here. It's over."

Lucifer was untying Liam. He carefully lifted Liam, checking his wounds. "Badly hurt." His voice was tight. "We need to get him to a hospital immediately."

Sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer.

Marcus rushed in with guards. They quickly secured the scene.

"Call an ambulance!" Lucifer shouted. "Now!"

The ambulance arrived quickly. Medics loaded Liam onto a stretcher. I carried Anya, following behind.

Lucifer never let go of my hand.

The hospital corridor was long and white, reeking of disinfectant.

I sat on a bench outside the operating room, Anya curled in my lap, little hand clutching my clothes. Lucifer stood beside me, one hand on my shoulder, the other in his pocket, jaw tight.

The surgical light stayed on, the red "In Surgery" sign glaring.

I don't know how long it was.

Maybe an hour. Maybe two. Anya fell asleep in my arms, tear tracks still on her little face.

Finally, the door opened.

A doctor emerged, pulling down his mask, face tired but relatively relaxed.

"Family?"

"We are." Lucifer stepped forward immediately.

"The child is out of danger." The doctor said. "All wounds have been treated. Two cracked ribs, minor concussion, significant blood loss. He needs rest. Fortunately, you brought him in time. No life-threatening injuries."

My tears finally fell.

"Thank you... Thank you..."

Lucifer's hand tightened, pulling me closer.

Liam was wheeled out, pale as paper, but his chest rising and falling steadily.