chapter eight

Pov Alpha Gideon:

"What's wrong with her? Why isn't she responding?" I asked impatiently, pacing back and forth in the room. Katy was beside me, crying as if our daughter was about to die.

"It's just a cold, doesn't seem serious at all!" The doctor said after examining her thoroughly.

"Are you sure?" I asked, stepping closer and seeing that my little one had stopped crying.

"Yes... In a few days, she'll be fine. She just needs rest and plenty of fluids," the doctor said, jotting down the recommendations on a prescription.

"But how did she catch this cold? I can't believe you had the audacity to interrupt me for this. I thought something serious was happening to our daughter! What kind of mother are you? Helena can't have a fever without you getting desperate and acting as if we're going to lose her. Pull yourself together!" I shouted angrily, handing my daughter to her so she could breastfeed.

Katy looked at me upset and rolled her eyes. I gritted my teeth, controlling myself from hit