Chapter 5 Saving Her Father

• SASHA'S POV
• I settled into the airplane seat with my quadruplets; my anxiety grew. What if Alpha Ryan discovers the truth about his children? These questions rang in my heart, and a panic washed through me immediately.
• But I managed to push the thought aside, reassuring myself. He wouldn't take them away from me no matter what. He's their father; he might be considerate, since I have been with the kids for five years.
• I took a deep breath and relaxed into the chair, trying to calm my racing mind.
• "Mummy, look down there! The view is really beautiful!" Ava exclaimed as she gazed out the window.
• I forced a smile, not wanting to ruin her moment. "Yes, it's really beautiful."
• "I wish we could do this all the time," Adrian said wistfully.
• "I wish so too; it's so much fun," Ava added, giggling.
• As they pressed their faces against the window, I watched them.
• Glancing back, I spotted Aiden and Andy engrossed in their own window-gazing adventure as well. I couldn't help but smile at their attitude.
• Seeing my kids' happy faces gave me a kind of peace that I couldn't explain.
• The plane finally landed. Without any hesitation, I stood up and led my quadruplets out of the plane. Their chatter filled the air as they marveled at the pack's beauty.
• "I'm here now. I'm not sure of what will happen next, but there's no going back," I whispered to myself, shutting my eyes in the process.
• I am inhaling the familiar scent of my pack, the pack I have been away from for five years now.
• "Mommy, is Grandma coming to pick us up from here?" Andy asked, tugging on my hand, interrupting the moment.
• I opened my eyes, focusing on my son. "No, dear, we're taking a cab." I responded.
• We soon arrived at my parents' house. I stepped out of the cab and began taking down our luggage from the car. Ava stood before me, with her face brimming with smiles.
• "Mummy, are we finally home?" she asked, giggling.
• My heart skipped a beat. Home. The word made me feel emotions.
• But before I could respond, Ava asked again.
• “Mummy, is this Grandma's house?” She asked, pointing to the house in front of us.
• I only nodded. Just then, I heard the sound of the door opening and quickly turned around, only to see my mother standing there, a warm smile on her face.
• “Grandma!” I heard them giggle, and they started rushing towards her.
• She pulled them all into a tight hug, tears of happiness shining in her eyes.
• “Sasha, I'm so happy you're back home after all these years,” Mum said, her face brimming with a smile.
• “I'm also glad to be back home; I've really missed it here,” I responded, with my glance fixed on her.
• She parted her hands, with tears of joy in her eyes.
• “Come here,” she said to me, and I quickly let go of my luggage and rushed towards her.
• “I miss you so much, Mummy, and I'm happy to see you,” I whispered against her ear while holding tightly onto her back.
• “I miss you even more,” she responded.
• We both disengaged from the hug, faces wet with tears of joy.
• “You don't know how hard it has been for me and your father to be alone in this house without our only daughter,” she told me.
• “It's also hard for me too, Mum, believe me,” I said.
• “Anyway, it's a good thing you're back now, but hopefully, you don't have any intention to leave anytime soon?” She inquired, and I kept quiet for a while, thinking about it.
• “Sasha,” she called, while I just smiled and quickly shook my head negatively.
• “Don't worry, Mum; I just might not leave again,” I told her, and she sighed in relief.
• Just then, Ava jumped on her legs.
• “Grandma, Mummy said you were sick; are you feeling better now?” Aiden asked her, and I couldn't help but feel warm inside.
• My kids were really so caring, and I love that so much.
• “Yes, baby, Grandma is feeling much better now, since you all are here now,” my mom replied.
• I took a deep breath, feeling relief.
• The four of them started a conversation with my mom, their laughter and chatting filling the room with warmth.
• I stood up, giving them space, and carried our luggage to my old room.
• But as I entered my room, my thoughts shifted to my father.
• Where was he? Why hadn't I seen him? This question rang in my head, and fear slowly crept in.
• I decided to search for him, with my heart beating rapidly.
• As I entered my parents' room, my eyes widened in shock. My father lay in bed, pale and almost lifeless.
• “Dad,” I called, tears welling up in my eyes, as I rushed to his side.
• “Dad, are you okay?” I asked.
• He opened his eyes weakly, a faint smile on his lips.
• “Sasha, you're back,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
• “Dad, you don't look good at all. What's wrong?” I asked.
• I sat closer, finding it hard to believe this was my strong and vibrant father.
• “I will be fine. It's good to have you back home,” he managed to say, cupping my face in his hands.
• Tears flowed down my cheeks as I struggled to process his condition.
• No, this can't be my father. He can't be this way. I need to do something. I stood up.
• “Sasha,” he called with his faint voice.
• His fragile state pierced my heart, and I just couldn't stay here anymore.
• “Dad, please save your strength; I will be right back,” I told him, trying to sound calm, even though my heart was racing now.
• I grabbed his car key and left the bedroom.
• “Sasha, where are you going? And why are there tears in your eyes? Have you been crying?” Mum asked.
• “I'm going to the pack doctor to get medication for Dad. I can't let anything happen to him,” I responded.
• Mum took a deep breath.
• “But do you think the pack doctor would be willing to attend to you?” Mum asked.
• I recalled how we'd been treated in this pack because of Mum and doubted the pack doctor's willingness to help.
• “Mum, I don't know, but at this point, I need to give it a shot,” I blurted out, and with that, I made my way out of the house.