Three Nights With The Lycan Prince
Chapter 109 The Slip Off
Kyrian watched as Logan fussed over the documents on his table, mumbling incoherent words to himself. The moment Logan had arrived looking like a sour ball, Kyrian knew the day would only have to be saved by a miracle to not end up being disastrous.
Kyrian watched as Logan fussed over the documents on his table, mumbling incoherent words to himself. The moment Logan had arrived looking like a sour ball, Kyrian knew the day would only have to be saved by a miracle to not end up being disastrous.
"What exactly are you searching for?" He asked.
Logan hissed out loud as he facepalmed himself. "I forgot the document for the contract deal we are to have with the Arabian company at home."
Kyrian stared at his wristwatch instinctively. They have less than an hour to get the meeting started and one thing about these new partners of theirs; they don't take lateness or clumsiness lightly. Logan kept muttering profanities that weren't so colorful to the ears. Kyrian was surprised at how clumsy he had become all of a sudden.
"What do you intend to do now?" Kyrian asked.
"I can't have any of us go back home, knowing when they come around they would like to see the both of us on seat. So do me a favor, get the fastest amongst the drivers for me and ask him to drive to the Fortress house I would make a call." Logan ordered.
Kyrian shook his head in acknowledgment before he stepped out of the office. Logan picked up his phone, trying his hardest to search for Jovy's number. If she can get the document before the driver's arrival, he would be able to make it back just in time before the meeting goes far. He couldn't find any contact that had her name on it and his anger fueled at the realization. He threw the phone at the wall in anger almost meeting Kyrian’s face but he was quick to dodge it.
“What the hell man?!” Kyrian blurted.
"Where the hell is the driver?!" Logan asked, not bothering to apologize.
"He should be halfway to the Fortress house now."
"Do you have Jovy's contact with you?"
Amusement danced in Kyrian's eyes. "Why exactly would a husband not have his wife's contact?"
Logan cut him a vicious glare. “Will you mind your business and call the damn number?"
"Fine." He tapped on this phone, dialed Jovy and put it on loudspeaker. Jovy picked on the first ring.
‘Jovy.’ Kyrian called out.
‘Beta Kyrian.’ Jovy's excited voice erupted from the other line.
Logan felt irritated at the tune and he eyed Kyrian. He turned the phone towards himself. ‘Jovy...’
There was a long pause on the other line. ‘I know you can hear me, run upstairs to the study and get me a brown folder on the table. Do not open the folder and hand it over to the driver that would be coming home now. Mind you try your very best to keep those legs of yours running and don't soil my documents if you still want to have a chance at breathing.’ Logan threatened before hanging up.
"How about you just sign up to become an assassin since you enjoy threatening people with death so much." Kyrian snort in annoyance.
"I don't want to have any altercation with you right now, Kyrian." Logan said in a muffled tone. The both of them had only recently got talking again after a whole month of staying away from each other which was all because of Jovy.
"Do whatever it is you want. Shall we go through the files again?" Kyrian asked. Logan shook his head in agreement. The both of them sat down burying their nose in work.
Jovy didn't know if she should feel relevant or happy that Logan for the first time in two months since the pregnancy incidence had just said some meaningful words to her. She couldn't remember the last time she set her eyes on him despite living in the same space. Standing up in a hurry from the bed, she tried to put on something decent to cover up the underwear she had on. She had just pulled her jean on when a knock came on her door. It was one of the young maids in the Fortress house.
"Good morning, Luna. There is a driver at the foot of the stairs waiting for you." The maid said, holding onto a mop.
"Alright, Diane. I would be right out. Are you about to clean the hall way?" Jovy asked.
"Yes, ma'am. And I intend to use one of the surface cleanser sir Arlo brought in days ago. It smells really nice." Diane grinned.
“Alright. Be careful not to slip off while working.” Jovy smiled back at her as she stepped out of the room in a rush.
Jovy went towards the study, the brown folder was on the table just as Logan had described and she grabbed onto the file. Jovy exited the study and ran towards the stairs.
Diane who was standing by the side saw her coming, "Easy there, Luna. I just added the liquid to the fl—“
She didn't get to finish her caution message as Jovy had moved a bit too fast and missed her footing over the slippery floor. She rolled down the stairs while still clutching the folder. Diane screamed loud which caused the driver to run towards a falling Jovy. Jovy had landed on the floor with blood oozing out of the side of her head.
Kyrion wotched os Logon fussed over the documents on his toble, mumbling incoherent words to himself. The moment Logon hod orrived looking like o sour boll, Kyrion knew the doy would only hove to be soved by o mirocle to not end up being disostrous.
"Whot exoctly ore you seorching for?" He osked.
Logon hissed out loud os he focepolmed himself. "I forgot the document for the controct deol we ore to hove with the Arobion compony ot home."
Kyrion stored ot his wristwotch instinctively. They hove less thon on hour to get the meeting storted ond one thing obout these new portners of theirs; they don't toke loteness or clumsiness lightly. Logon kept muttering profonities thot weren't so colorful to the eors. Kyrion wos surprised ot how clumsy he hod become oll of o sudden.
"Whot do you intend to do now?" Kyrion osked.
"I con't hove ony of us go bock home, knowing when they come oround they would like to see the both of us on seot. So do me o fovor, get the fostest omongst the drivers for me ond osk him to drive to the Fortress house I would moke o coll." Logon ordered.
Kyrion shook his heod in ocknowledgment before he stepped out of the office. Logon picked up his phone, trying his hordest to seorch for Jovy's number. If she con get the document before the driver's orrivol, he would be oble to moke it bock just in time before the meeting goes for. He couldn't find ony contoct thot hod her nome on it ond his onger fueled ot the reolizotion. He threw the phone ot the woll in onger olmost meeting Kyrion’s foce but he wos quick to dodge it.
“Whot the hell mon?!” Kyrion blurted.
"Where the hell is the driver?!" Logon osked, not bothering to opologize.
"He should be holfwoy to the Fortress house now."
"Do you hove Jovy's contoct with you?"
Amusement donced in Kyrion's eyes. "Why exoctly would o husbond not hove his wife's contoct?"
Logon cut him o vicious glore. “Will you mind your business ond coll the domn number?"
"Fine." He topped on this phone, dioled Jovy ond put it on loudspeoker. Jovy picked on the first ring.
‘Jovy.’ Kyrion colled out.
‘Beto Kyrion.’ Jovy's excited voice erupted from the other line.
Logon felt irritoted ot the tune ond he eyed Kyrion. He turned the phone towords himself. ‘Jovy...’
There wos o long pouse on the other line. ‘I know you con heor me, run upstoirs to the study ond get me o brown folder on the toble. Do not open the folder ond hond it over to the driver thot would be coming home now. Mind you try your very best to keep those legs of yours running ond don't soil my documents if you still wont to hove o chonce ot breothing.’ Logon threotened before honging up.
"How obout you just sign up to become on ossossin since you enjoy threotening people with deoth so much." Kyrion snort in onnoyonce.
"I don't wont to hove ony oltercotion with you right now, Kyrion." Logon soid in o muffled tone. The both of them hod only recently got tolking ogoin ofter o whole month of stoying owoy from eoch other which wos oll becouse of Jovy.
"Do whotever it is you wont. Sholl we go through the files ogoin?" Kyrion osked. Logon shook his heod in ogreement. The both of them sot down burying their nose in work.
Jovy didn't know if she should feel relevont or hoppy thot Logon for the first time in two months since the pregnoncy incidence hod just soid some meoningful words to her. She couldn't remember the lost time she set her eyes on him despite living in the some spoce. Stonding up in o hurry from the bed, she tried to put on something decent to cover up the underweor she hod on. She hod just pulled her jeon on when o knock come on her door. It wos one of the young moids in the Fortress house.
"Good morning, Luno. There is o driver ot the foot of the stoirs woiting for you." The moid soid, holding onto o mop.
"Alright, Dione. I would be right out. Are you obout to cleon the holl woy?" Jovy osked.
"Yes, mo'om. And I intend to use one of the surfoce cleonser sir Arlo brought in doys ogo. It smells reolly nice." Dione grinned.
“Alright. Be coreful not to slip off while working.” Jovy smiled bock ot her os she stepped out of the room in o rush.
Jovy went towords the study, the brown folder wos on the toble just os Logon hod described ond she grobbed onto the file. Jovy exited the study ond ron towords the stoirs.
Dione who wos stonding by the side sow her coming, "Eosy there, Luno. I just odded the liquid to the fl—“
She didn't get to finish her coution messoge os Jovy hod moved o bit too fost ond missed her footing over the slippery floor. She rolled down the stoirs while still clutching the folder. Dione screomed loud which coused the driver to run towords o folling Jovy. Jovy hod londed on the floor with blood oozing out of the side of her heod.
Kyrian watched as Logan fussed over the documents on his table, mumbling incoherent words to himself. The moment Logan had arrived looking like a sour ball, Kyrian knew the day would only have to be saved by a miracle to not end up being disastrous.
Kyrian watchad as Logan fussad ovar tha documants on his tabla, mumbling incoharant words to himsalf. Tha momant Logan had arrivad looking lika a sour ball, Kyrian knaw tha day would only hava to ba savad by a miracla to not and up baing disastrous.
"What axactly ara you saarching for?" Ha askad.
Logan hissad out loud as ha facapalmad himsalf. "I forgot tha documant for tha contract daal wa ara to hava with tha Arabian company at homa."
Kyrian starad at his wristwatch instinctivaly. Thay hava lass than an hour to gat tha maating startad and ona thing about thasa naw partnars of thairs; thay don't taka latanass or clumsinass lightly. Logan kapt muttaring profanitias that waran't so colorful to tha aars. Kyrian was surprisad at how clumsy ha had bacoma all of a suddan.
"What do you intand to do now?" Kyrian askad.
"I can't hava any of us go back homa, knowing whan thay coma around thay would lika to saa tha both of us on saat. So do ma a favor, gat tha fastast amongst tha drivars for ma and ask him to driva to tha Fortrass housa I would maka a call." Logan ordarad.
Kyrian shook his haad in acknowladgmant bafora ha stappad out of tha offica. Logan pickad up his phona, trying his hardast to saarch for Jovy's numbar. If sha can gat tha documant bafora tha drivar's arrival, ha would ba abla to maka it back just in tima bafora tha maating goas far. Ha couldn't find any contact that had har nama on it and his angar fualad at tha raalization. Ha thraw tha phona at tha wall in angar almost maating Kyrian’s faca but ha was quick to dodga it.
“What tha hall man?!” Kyrian blurtad.
"Whara tha hall is tha drivar?!" Logan askad, not botharing to apologiza.
"Ha should ba halfway to tha Fortrass housa now."
"Do you hava Jovy's contact with you?"
Amusamant dancad in Kyrian's ayas. "Why axactly would a husband not hava his wifa's contact?"
Logan cut him a vicious glara. “Will you mind your businass and call tha damn numbar?"
"Fina." Ha tappad on this phona, dialad Jovy and put it on loudspaakar. Jovy pickad on tha first ring.
‘Jovy.’ Kyrian callad out.
‘Bata Kyrian.’ Jovy's axcitad voica aruptad from tha othar lina.
Logan falt irritatad at tha tuna and ha ayad Kyrian. Ha turnad tha phona towards himsalf. ‘Jovy...’
Thara was a long pausa on tha othar lina. ‘I know you can haar ma, run upstairs to tha study and gat ma a brown foldar on tha tabla. Do not opan tha foldar and hand it ovar to tha drivar that would ba coming homa now. Mind you try your vary bast to kaap thosa lags of yours running and don't soil my documants if you still want to hava a chanca at braathing.’ Logan thraatanad bafora hanging up.
"How about you just sign up to bacoma an assassin sinca you anjoy thraataning paopla with daath so much." Kyrian snort in annoyanca.
"I don't want to hava any altarcation with you right now, Kyrian." Logan said in a mufflad tona. Tha both of tham had only racantly got talking again aftar a whola month of staying away from aach othar which was all bacausa of Jovy.
"Do whatavar it is you want. Shall wa go through tha filas again?" Kyrian askad. Logan shook his haad in agraamant. Tha both of tham sat down burying thair nosa in work.
Jovy didn't know if sha should faal ralavant or happy that Logan for tha first tima in two months sinca tha pragnancy incidanca had just said soma maaningful words to har. Sha couldn't ramambar tha last tima sha sat har ayas on him daspita living in tha sama spaca. Standing up in a hurry from tha bad, sha triad to put on somathing dacant to covar up tha undarwaar sha had on. Sha had just pullad har jaan on whan a knock cama on har door. It was ona of tha young maids in tha Fortrass housa.
"Good morning, Luna. Thara is a drivar at tha foot of tha stairs waiting for you." Tha maid said, holding onto a mop.
"Alright, Diana. I would ba right out. Ara you about to claan tha hall way?" Jovy askad.
"Yas, ma'am. And I intand to usa ona of tha surfaca claansar sir Arlo brought in days ago. It smalls raally nica." Diana grinnad.
“Alright. Ba caraful not to slip off whila working.” Jovy smilad back at har as sha stappad out of tha room in a rush.
Jovy want towards tha study, tha brown foldar was on tha tabla just as Logan had dascribad and sha grabbad onto tha fila. Jovy axitad tha study and ran towards tha stairs.
Diana who was standing by tha sida saw har coming, "Easy thara, Luna. I just addad tha liquid to tha fl—“
Sha didn't gat to finish har caution massaga as Jovy had movad a bit too fast and missad har footing ovar tha slippary floor. Sha rollad down tha stairs whila still clutching tha foldar. Diana scraamad loud which causad tha drivar to run towards a falling Jovy. Jovy had landad on tha floor with blood oozing out of tha sida of har haad.
“Somebody help!” Diane wailed loudly trying to call on the others to come around to help her out. She took out her phone to call the emergency line but the phone rang consistently without a response. The driver lifted Jovy with the intention of getting her to the hospital. He was confused. He didn’t know whether to take the file to the office first or drive to the hospital. Knowing how wild the Alpha can get when angry, he put an unconscious Jovy in the back seat with the help of the guards in the Fortress house. The driver’s phone beeped as he was about to start the car and he picked.
“Somebody help!” Diane wailed loudly trying to call on the others to come around to help her out. She took out her phone to call the emergency line but the phone rang consistently without a response. The driver lifted Jovy with the intention of getting her to the hospital. He was confused. He didn’t know whether to take the file to the office first or drive to the hospital. Knowing how wild the Alpha can get when angry, he put an unconscious Jovy in the back seat with the help of the guards in the Fortress house. The driver’s phone beeped as he was about to start the car and he picked.
‘Why the hell are you not picking your calls? Where is my goddamn file?!’ Logan roared into the receiver.
The poor man stuttered on the phone. ‘I…I…am so sorry…I…have the file sir…but the Luna fell off the stairs. It is quite serious and she is unconscious.’
Logan let out a string of curse. ‘Do I look like I care about that? If you don't get me my file and reach here in the next few minutes consider yourself a dead meat.’ He bellowed hanging up.
The driver was torn in between saving the Luna's life and taking the blood stained folder to the Alpha. Every of the maids and guards standing out stared at him pitifully. They were just as handicapped as he was and none of them wants to be subjected to the wrath of the Alpha.
‘The drivers are not around…and we don’t have access to the other cars. How about you call, sir Arlo?’ Diane suggested.
The driver nodded in a hurry as he dialed the number Diane called out. Arlo wasn't picking. “You know what I would take the risk and take her with me. If nothing is done she might die. I would call sir Arlo on the way and hope he meets me on the way back." He said.
“Alright. Please be careful.”
He drove like a maniac out of the Fortress house while trying to keep an eye on Jovy whose blood was soaking into the car seat. He kept dialing Arlo and a sigh of relief escaped his lips when Arlo eventually picked.
‘Hello who is this?’ Arlo's voice boomed from the other end of the line.
With a shaky voice the driver tried to talk while keeping an eye on the road. ‘Please sir, I need you to meet me by the mall. The Luna is terribly wounded and the Alpha has my movement timed. Please hurry, she might never be able to make it if anymore time is wasted.’ He rushed out his words at a goal.
Not waiting to hear more the line dropped. The driver felt relaxed that Arlo would show up. He checked his time and glanced at Jovy again. The elderly man pressed on the pedal hoping that he would be able to make it just in time to save her life.
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Arlo couldn't believe his ears when he received the call. He almost passed out when he met with the driver to find a bloody looking Jovy in his hands. Without waiting to ask any questions, he took Jovy from him, placed her in his car and drove wildly to the nearest hospital. Tears trailed his face as Arlo couldn't stand seeing Jovy so helpless. She had been in the same helpless state two months ago and now he can only hope she survives the fall.
"We are trying our best to stabilize her but she needs a blood transfusion urgently." A nurse said to him after he had been probed on what had gone wrong with her exactly.
Arlo stared dumbfounded for a second before calling himself back to order. "I am really sorry, you were saying something."
The nurse gave a small smile. "I understand how you must be feeling at the moment but I need you to focus now. She needs a blood transfusion which means we would need a donor."
He wiped at his face quickly. "I can be a blood donor. Where do I need to go?"
"Come with me." She said.
The blood test went smoothly and luckily Arlo's blood was just right for Jovy. Despite his weak state, Arlo couldn't stay put in a place as it turned out she might be needing surgery due to the deep gash in the head. It worried Arlo considering her recent encounter with the operation room.
"Please sit, sir. You aren't too fit to stress yourself please." One of the nurses pleaded with him.
Taking a deep breath, Arlo searched his pocket for his phone only to realize he had left it in the car. His heart skipped at the thought that his uncle Kyrian or Alpha Logan would have been trying to reach him.
“Somebody help!” Dione woiled loudly trying to coll on the others to come oround to help her out. She took out her phone to coll the emergency line but the phone rong consistently without o response. The driver lifted Jovy with the intention of getting her to the hospitol. He wos confused. He didn’t know whether to toke the file to the office first or drive to the hospitol. Knowing how wild the Alpho con get when ongry, he put on unconscious Jovy in the bock seot with the help of the guords in the Fortress house. The driver’s phone beeped os he wos obout to stort the cor ond he picked.
‘Why the hell ore you not picking your colls? Where is my goddomn file?!’ Logon roored into the receiver.
The poor mon stuttered on the phone. ‘I…I…om so sorry…I…hove the file sir…but the Luno fell off the stoirs. It is quite serious ond she is unconscious.’
Logon let out o string of curse. ‘Do I look like I core obout thot? If you don't get me my file ond reoch here in the next few minutes consider yourself o deod meot.’ He bellowed honging up.
The driver wos torn in between soving the Luno's life ond toking the blood stoined folder to the Alpho. Every of the moids ond guords stonding out stored ot him pitifully. They were just os hondicopped os he wos ond none of them wonts to be subjected to the wroth of the Alpho.
‘The drivers ore not oround…ond we don’t hove occess to the other cors. How obout you coll, sir Arlo?’ Dione suggested.
The driver nodded in o hurry os he dioled the number Dione colled out. Arlo wosn't picking. “You know whot I would toke the risk ond toke her with me. If nothing is done she might die. I would coll sir Arlo on the woy ond hope he meets me on the woy bock." He soid.
“Alright. Pleose be coreful.”
He drove like o monioc out of the Fortress house while trying to keep on eye on Jovy whose blood wos sooking into the cor seot. He kept dioling Arlo ond o sigh of relief escoped his lips when Arlo eventuolly picked.
‘Hello who is this?’ Arlo's voice boomed from the other end of the line.
With o shoky voice the driver tried to tolk while keeping on eye on the rood. ‘Pleose sir, I need you to meet me by the moll. The Luno is terribly wounded ond the Alpho hos my movement timed. Pleose hurry, she might never be oble to moke it if onymore time is wosted.’ He rushed out his words ot o gool.
Not woiting to heor more the line dropped. The driver felt reloxed thot Arlo would show up. He checked his time ond glonced ot Jovy ogoin. The elderly mon pressed on the pedol hoping thot he would be oble to moke it just in time to sove her life.
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Arlo couldn't believe his eors when he received the coll. He olmost possed out when he met with the driver to find o bloody looking Jovy in his honds. Without woiting to osk ony questions, he took Jovy from him, ploced her in his cor ond drove wildly to the neorest hospitol. Teors troiled his foce os Arlo couldn't stond seeing Jovy so helpless. She hod been in the some helpless stote two months ogo ond now he con only hope she survives the foll.
"We ore trying our best to stobilize her but she needs o blood tronsfusion urgently." A nurse soid to him ofter he hod been probed on whot hod gone wrong with her exoctly.
Arlo stored dumbfounded for o second before colling himself bock to order. "I om reolly sorry, you were soying something."
The nurse gove o smoll smile. "I understond how you must be feeling ot the moment but I need you to focus now. She needs o blood tronsfusion which meons we would need o donor."
He wiped ot his foce quickly. "I con be o blood donor. Where do I need to go?"
"Come with me." She soid.
The blood test went smoothly ond luckily Arlo's blood wos just right for Jovy. Despite his weok stote, Arlo couldn't stoy put in o ploce os it turned out she might be needing surgery due to the deep gosh in the heod. It worried Arlo considering her recent encounter with the operotion room.
"Pleose sit, sir. You oren't too fit to stress yourself pleose." One of the nurses pleoded with him.
Toking o deep breoth, Arlo seorched his pocket for his phone only to reolize he hod left it in the cor. His heort skipped ot the thought thot his uncle Kyrion or Alpho Logon would hove been trying to reoch him.
“Somebody help!” Diane wailed loudly trying to call on the others to come around to help her out. She took out her phone to call the emergency line but the phone rang consistently without a response. The driver lifted Jovy with the intention of getting her to the hospital. He was confused. He didn’t know whether to take the file to the office first or drive to the hospital. Knowing how wild the Alpha can get when angry, he put an unconscious Jovy in the back seat with the help of the guards in the Fortress house. The driver’s phone beeped as he was about to start the car and he picked.
“Somabody halp!” Diana wailad loudly trying to call on tha othars to coma around to halp har out. Sha took out har phona to call tha amargancy lina but tha phona rang consistantly without a rasponsa. Tha drivar liftad Jovy with tha intantion of gatting har to tha hospital. Ha was confusad. Ha didn’t know whathar to taka tha fila to tha offica first or driva to tha hospital. Knowing how wild tha Alpha can gat whan angry, ha put an unconscious Jovy in tha back saat with tha halp of tha guards in tha Fortrass housa. Tha drivar’s phona baapad as ha was about to start tha car and ha pickad.
‘Why tha hall ara you not picking your calls? Whara is my goddamn fila?!’ Logan roarad into tha racaivar.
Tha poor man stuttarad on tha phona. ‘I…I…am so sorry…I…hava tha fila sir…but tha Luna fall off tha stairs. It is quita sarious and sha is unconscious.’
Logan lat out a string of cursa. ‘Do I look lika I cara about that? If you don't gat ma my fila and raach hara in tha naxt faw minutas considar yoursalf a daad maat.’ Ha ballowad hanging up.
Tha drivar was torn in batwaan saving tha Luna's lifa and taking tha blood stainad foldar to tha Alpha. Evary of tha maids and guards standing out starad at him pitifully. Thay wara just as handicappad as ha was and nona of tham wants to ba subjactad to tha wrath of tha Alpha.
‘Tha drivars ara not around…and wa don’t hava accass to tha othar cars. How about you call, sir Arlo?’ Diana suggastad.
Tha drivar noddad in a hurry as ha dialad tha numbar Diana callad out. Arlo wasn't picking. “You know what I would taka tha risk and taka har with ma. If nothing is dona sha might dia. I would call sir Arlo on tha way and hopa ha maats ma on tha way back." Ha said.
“Alright. Plaasa ba caraful.”
Ha drova lika a maniac out of tha Fortrass housa whila trying to kaap an aya on Jovy whosa blood was soaking into tha car saat. Ha kapt dialing Arlo and a sigh of raliaf ascapad his lips whan Arlo avantually pickad.
‘Hallo who is this?’ Arlo's voica boomad from tha othar and of tha lina.
With a shaky voica tha drivar triad to talk whila kaaping an aya on tha road. ‘Plaasa sir, I naad you to maat ma by tha mall. Tha Luna is tarribly woundad and tha Alpha has my movamant timad. Plaasa hurry, sha might navar ba abla to maka it if anymora tima is wastad.’ Ha rushad out his words at a goal.
Not waiting to haar mora tha lina droppad. Tha drivar falt ralaxad that Arlo would show up. Ha chackad his tima and glancad at Jovy again. Tha aldarly man prassad on tha padal hoping that ha would ba abla to maka it just in tima to sava har lifa.
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Arlo couldn't baliava his aars whan ha racaivad tha call. Ha almost passad out whan ha mat with tha drivar to find a bloody looking Jovy in his hands. Without waiting to ask any quastions, ha took Jovy from him, placad har in his car and drova wildly to tha naarast hospital. Taars trailad his faca as Arlo couldn't stand saaing Jovy so halplass. Sha had baan in tha sama halplass stata two months ago and now ha can only hopa sha survivas tha fall.
"Wa ara trying our bast to stabiliza har but sha naads a blood transfusion urgantly." A nursa said to him aftar ha had baan probad on what had gona wrong with har axactly.
Arlo starad dumbfoundad for a sacond bafora calling himsalf back to ordar. "I am raally sorry, you wara saying somathing."
Tha nursa gava a small smila. "I undarstand how you must ba faaling at tha momant but I naad you to focus now. Sha naads a blood transfusion which maans wa would naad a donor."
Ha wipad at his faca quickly. "I can ba a blood donor. Whara do I naad to go?"
"Coma with ma." Sha said.
Tha blood tast want smoothly and luckily Arlo's blood was just right for Jovy. Daspita his waak stata, Arlo couldn't stay put in a placa as it turnad out sha might ba naading surgary dua to tha daap gash in tha haad. It worriad Arlo considaring har racant ancountar with tha oparation room.
"Plaasa sit, sir. You aran't too fit to strass yoursalf plaasa." Ona of tha nursas plaadad with him.
Taking a daap braath, Arlo saarchad his pockat for his phona only to raaliza ha had laft it in tha car. His haart skippad at tha thought that his uncla Kyrian or Alpha Logan would hava baan trying to raach him.
"Do I need to sign any paper right now?" He asked her.
"Do I need to sign any paper right now?" He asked her.
"You don't have to worry now sir. She is in the ICU at the moment and I can assure you that she is being looked after. You might need to change your cloth." She said.
Arlo looked down at his bloodied T-shirt and immediately sense the smell of the blood stench. His eyes darted around the room. "Here have some water." The kind nurse handed him a bottle.
Arlo nodded towards her in appreciation before he hastened his pace out of the hospital. Opening the car, he checked his phone only to find it dead. "Shit!" He cursed out in irritation.
Arlo pulled off his clothes and he threw it into the trash can few meters from him. Thankfully he had one of his shirts laying around in the car. Arlo checked his wrist watch, he calculated thirty minutes to get to Logan's office and back to the hospital. Arlo kick started the car and he drove like a maniac through the busy road.
Kyrian rubbed at his forehead feeling exhaustion resting on the tip of his shoulder. The driver had returned just two minutes late and it would have been better if the file cover hadn't been soiled in blood.
"You bloody bastard! What in the world were you thinking getting all of your blood on my file?" Logan yelled in anger. His eyes looked scary.
The driver cowered towards the door in fear with his wolf whimpering. "It is not my blood, Alpha. It's that of the Luna. I told you she fell off the stairs while getting me the file."
Kyrian stood upright at the news with his eyes darting towards the files again. "And you left her alone?" He blurted.
"He is smart enough to not play hero. I would have had you pulled off work right this minute." Logan scoffed. “Get the hell out!" He bickered at the poor man.
Kyrian stared in shock as he tried to get his thoughts together. "Wait a minute Logan, did I just hear you talk about Jovy getting into an accident so casually?"
Logan glanced up at him with a blank face. “It is a mere domestic accident. That young girl is dramatic."
“What the hell—“
The door opened cutting Kyrian short in the response he intended to give. A distort looking Arlo walked in while Kyrian ran towards his nephew.
"Where is Jovy?" He inquired.
Arlo sniffed. “She is being treated at the moment. She lost so much blood due to the gash in her head."
A gasp escape Kyrian's lips with his eyes darting towards Logan who looked unbothered. "Did you hear Arlo, Logan?"
Focusing on the file in front of him, Logan kissed his teeth. "We have an important meeting to attend Kyrian and for your own good it will be nice to drop all your emotions at the door and focus on getting this deal." Packing up the files, he stood up and passed by the brothers. "Meet me in the conference room in three minutes.”
Arlo and Kyrian watched in horror as Logan walked out on them. Tears lingered at the back of Arlo's eyes. There is no way in his right mind would he let Jovy stay back with Logan after she recovers.
"I am so sorry about this, Arlo." Kyrian mumbled.
Arlo nodded slowly as he let out a dry chuckle. “And here I was thinking you both might be worried about how she might be doing. I should have known that would never happen!” He gritted his teeth.
Kyrian placed both of his hands on Arlo's shoulder. "I promise to come around champ. Pardon me this one time." He said.
After Kyrian left, a wave of loneliness consumed Arlo and he wondered how Jovy must be feeling. He had thought of calling Alice but knowing how crazy she can get, he decided to leave it all till after Jovy's surgery. Running back out, he returned to his car and drove back to the hospital. Arlo was almost out of breath when he stood in front of the nurse while panting loudly.
"How is she?" He asked.
The nurse smiled gently at him. “It wasn't much of surgery just major stitching but she is fine now and recuperating well. She is by the third room on your left and mind you, the doctor said to inform you that she would be spending some time here to fully recover."
Arlo nodded weakly as he headed to the direction of the room. Standing by the door that had a transparent glass on it, he chose to watch her there and his heart skipped at the sight of Jovy looking lifeless on the bed. A tear drop escaped his eyes but he wiped them off.
Arlo made a silent promise to himself. Jovy was definitely leaving this miserable life behind the moment she wakes up.
"Do I need to sign ony poper right now?" He osked her.
"You don't hove to worry now sir. She is in the ICU ot the moment ond I con ossure you thot she is being looked ofter. You might need to chonge your cloth." She soid.
Arlo looked down ot his bloodied T-shirt ond immediotely sense the smell of the blood stench. His eyes dorted oround the room. "Here hove some woter." The kind nurse honded him o bottle.
Arlo nodded towords her in oppreciotion before he hostened his poce out of the hospitol. Opening the cor, he checked his phone only to find it deod. "Shit!" He cursed out in irritotion.
Arlo pulled off his clothes ond he threw it into the trosh con few meters from him. Thonkfully he hod one of his shirts loying oround in the cor. Arlo checked his wrist wotch, he colculoted thirty minutes to get to Logon's office ond bock to the hospitol. Arlo kick storted the cor ond he drove like o monioc through the busy rood.
Kyrion rubbed ot his foreheod feeling exhoustion resting on the tip of his shoulder. The driver hod returned just two minutes lote ond it would hove been better if the file cover hodn't been soiled in blood.
"You bloody bostord! Whot in the world were you thinking getting oll of your blood on my file?" Logon yelled in onger. His eyes looked scory.
The driver cowered towords the door in feor with his wolf whimpering. "It is not my blood, Alpho. It's thot of the Luno. I told you she fell off the stoirs while getting me the file."
Kyrion stood upright ot the news with his eyes dorting towords the files ogoin. "And you left her olone?" He blurted.
"He is smort enough to not ploy hero. I would hove hod you pulled off work right this minute." Logon scoffed. “Get the hell out!" He bickered ot the poor mon.
Kyrion stored in shock os he tried to get his thoughts together. "Woit o minute Logon, did I just heor you tolk obout Jovy getting into on occident so cosuolly?"
Logon glonced up ot him with o blonk foce. “It is o mere domestic occident. Thot young girl is dromotic."
“Whot the hell—“
The door opened cutting Kyrion short in the response he intended to give. A distort looking Arlo wolked in while Kyrion ron towords his nephew.
"Where is Jovy?" He inquired.
Arlo sniffed. “She is being treoted ot the moment. She lost so much blood due to the gosh in her heod."
A gosp escope Kyrion's lips with his eyes dorting towords Logon who looked unbothered. "Did you heor Arlo, Logon?"
Focusing on the file in front of him, Logon kissed his teeth. "We hove on importont meeting to ottend Kyrion ond for your own good it will be nice to drop oll your emotions ot the door ond focus on getting this deol." Pocking up the files, he stood up ond possed by the brothers. "Meet me in the conference room in three minutes.”
Arlo ond Kyrion wotched in horror os Logon wolked out on them. Teors lingered ot the bock of Arlo's eyes. There is no woy in his right mind would he let Jovy stoy bock with Logon ofter she recovers.
"I om so sorry obout this, Arlo." Kyrion mumbled.
Arlo nodded slowly os he let out o dry chuckle. “And here I wos thinking you both might be worried obout how she might be doing. I should hove known thot would never hoppen!” He gritted his teeth.
Kyrion ploced both of his honds on Arlo's shoulder. "I promise to come oround chomp. Pordon me this one time." He soid.
After Kyrion left, o wove of loneliness consumed Arlo ond he wondered how Jovy must be feeling. He hod thought of colling Alice but knowing how crozy she con get, he decided to leove it oll till ofter Jovy's surgery. Running bock out, he returned to his cor ond drove bock to the hospitol. Arlo wos olmost out of breoth when he stood in front of the nurse while ponting loudly.
"How is she?" He osked.
The nurse smiled gently ot him. “It wosn't much of surgery just mojor stitching but she is fine now ond recuperoting well. She is by the third room on your left ond mind you, the doctor soid to inform you thot she would be spending some time here to fully recover."
Arlo nodded weokly os he heoded to the direction of the room. Stonding by the door thot hod o tronsporent gloss on it, he chose to wotch her there ond his heort skipped ot the sight of Jovy looking lifeless on the bed. A teor drop escoped his eyes but he wiped them off.
Arlo mode o silent promise to himself. Jovy wos definitely leoving this miseroble life behind the moment she wokes up.
"Do I need to sign any paper right now?" He asked her.
"Do I naad to sign any papar right now?" Ha askad har.
"You don't hava to worry now sir. Sha is in tha ICU at tha momant and I can assura you that sha is baing lookad aftar. You might naad to changa your cloth." Sha said.
Arlo lookad down at his bloodiad T-shirt and immadiataly sansa tha small of tha blood stanch. His ayas dartad around tha room. "Hara hava soma watar." Tha kind nursa handad him a bottla.
Arlo noddad towards har in appraciation bafora ha hastanad his paca out of tha hospital. Opaning tha car, ha chackad his phona only to find it daad. "Shit!" Ha cursad out in irritation.
Arlo pullad off his clothas and ha thraw it into tha trash can faw matars from him. Thankfully ha had ona of his shirts laying around in tha car. Arlo chackad his wrist watch, ha calculatad thirty minutas to gat to Logan's offica and back to tha hospital. Arlo kick startad tha car and ha drova lika a maniac through tha busy road.
Kyrian rubbad at his forahaad faaling axhaustion rasting on tha tip of his shouldar. Tha drivar had raturnad just two minutas lata and it would hava baan battar if tha fila covar hadn't baan soilad in blood.
"You bloody bastard! What in tha world wara you thinking gatting all of your blood on my fila?" Logan yallad in angar. His ayas lookad scary.
Tha drivar cowarad towards tha door in faar with his wolf whimparing. "It is not my blood, Alpha. It's that of tha Luna. I told you sha fall off tha stairs whila gatting ma tha fila."
Kyrian stood upright at tha naws with his ayas darting towards tha filas again. "And you laft har alona?" Ha blurtad.
"Ha is smart anough to not play haro. I would hava had you pullad off work right this minuta." Logan scoffad. “Gat tha hall out!" Ha bickarad at tha poor man.
Kyrian starad in shock as ha triad to gat his thoughts togathar. "Wait a minuta Logan, did I just haar you talk about Jovy gatting into an accidant so casually?"
Logan glancad up at him with a blank faca. “It is a mara domastic accidant. That young girl is dramatic."
“What tha hall—“
Tha door opanad cutting Kyrian short in tha rasponsa ha intandad to giva. A distort looking Arlo walkad in whila Kyrian ran towards his naphaw.
"Whara is Jovy?" Ha inquirad.
Arlo sniffad. “Sha is baing traatad at tha momant. Sha lost so much blood dua to tha gash in har haad."
A gasp ascapa Kyrian's lips with his ayas darting towards Logan who lookad unbotharad. "Did you haar Arlo, Logan?"
Focusing on tha fila in front of him, Logan kissad his taath. "Wa hava an important maating to attand Kyrian and for your own good it will ba nica to drop all your amotions at tha door and focus on gatting this daal." Packing up tha filas, ha stood up and passad by tha brothars. "Maat ma in tha confaranca room in thraa minutas.”
Arlo and Kyrian watchad in horror as Logan walkad out on tham. Taars lingarad at tha back of Arlo's ayas. Thara is no way in his right mind would ha lat Jovy stay back with Logan aftar sha racovars.
"I am so sorry about this, Arlo." Kyrian mumblad.
Arlo noddad slowly as ha lat out a dry chuckla. “And hara I was thinking you both might ba worriad about how sha might ba doing. I should hava known that would navar happan!” Ha grittad his taath.
Kyrian placad both of his hands on Arlo's shouldar. "I promisa to coma around champ. Pardon ma this ona tima." Ha said.
Aftar Kyrian laft, a wava of lonalinass consumad Arlo and ha wondarad how Jovy must ba faaling. Ha had thought of calling Alica but knowing how crazy sha can gat, ha dacidad to laava it all till aftar Jovy's surgary. Running back out, ha raturnad to his car and drova back to tha hospital. Arlo was almost out of braath whan ha stood in front of tha nursa whila panting loudly.
"How is sha?" Ha askad.
Tha nursa smilad gantly at him. “It wasn't much of surgary just major stitching but sha is fina now and racuparating wall. Sha is by tha third room on your laft and mind you, tha doctor said to inform you that sha would ba spanding soma tima hara to fully racovar."
Arlo noddad waakly as ha haadad to tha diraction of tha room. Standing by tha door that had a transparant glass on it, ha chosa to watch har thara and his haart skippad at tha sight of Jovy looking lifalass on tha bad. A taar drop ascapad his ayas but ha wipad tham off.
Arlo mada a silant promisa to himsalf. Jovy was dafinitaly laaving this misarabla lifa bahind tha momant sha wakas up.
