Chapter 138 One-hundred And Thirty-eight

• Millicent
• I spent the entire night staring at the water stain on my bedroom ceiling, Abel's folder sitting on my nightstand like it might explode. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those treatment statistics. Seventy percent success rate. The best doctors in the country. Mom could actually live to see her grandchild take their first steps, say their first words, maybe even start school.
• But it meant taking help from him. From the man who looked me in the eyes and rejected not just me, but our bond, our future, everything we could have been. My wolf hadn't shut up about it all night, whining and pacing, wanting to accept what our mate offered. I told her to stuff it. We'd survived five months without him, and we could keep surviving.