A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

ALEXANDER

I stood by the bedside, arms folded, my eyes fixed on Faye’s face as Mrs. Adams moved about. Irene stood beside me, restless, wringing her hands and shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Every now and then, she would lean closer to me and whisper in a worried voice, “Why is she taking so long? Why isn’t she saying anything? Do you think she’ll be alright?”

I didn’t have the answers, though she looked at me as if I ought to. I could only shake my head and keep my focus on Mrs. Adams, who bent over Faye, her fingers pressed gently to her wrist, her other hand resting against Faye’s forehead. The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by Irene’s sighs and the occasional rustle of fabric as Mrs. Adams shifted.

I had carried Faye here myself not too long ago, refusing to let her stay in her own room. Her sheets had been so drenched with sweat that it was impossible for her to remain there, and more than that, I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her unattended through the night. If something happened, I needed to be the first to know. I needed her close where I could keep

watch.

The minutes stretched into what felt like hours, and my patience began to thin. Just as I opened my mouth to ask, Mrs. Adams finally straightened and turned to us.

“She’s stable for now,” she said. “I’ve given her something to help her rest through the night. I also took a sample and will run some more tests. I’ll be back by morning to let you know whatever I find–if there’s anything to find.”

She adjusted the strap of her bag and added, “In case there’s any emergency, don’t hesitate to call me.”

I inclined my head respectfully. “Thank you, Mrs. Adams.”

Her work was done, but my night was only beginning. I glanced at Irene, who looked pale with

worry, her shoulders slumped.

“I’ll see her off,” I told her, and without waiting for a response, I walked Mrs. Adams out of the room and down the corridor. I thanked her again at the door, and she gave me one of those brief nods of assurance before disappearing into the night.

When I returned, Irene was still by the bed, her eyes on Faye as if she feared she might vanish if she looked away. I stepped closer and said gently, “You should rest, Irene. I’ll take care of her from here.”

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She blinked at me, torn, the exhaustion on her face was obvious. “Are you sure?” she asked, ” I can sit with you a while longer. I don’t mind.”

I shook my head. “Don’t worry. I’ll call you if I need you.”

For a moment, she hesitated, as if trying to read my resolve. Then she nodded reluctantly.” Good night, Alex. Call me if anything changes.”

“I will. Rest well.”

She slipped quietly from the room, and the door clicked shut behind her.

I walked slowly toward the bed, my steps quiet, as if I might disturb her sleep. I eased myself onto the mattress, careful not to jostle her, and leaned back against the headboard.

I studied her in silence. She looked so breakable, so unlike the girl who had stood tall only days ago, facing challenges with a strength she probably didn’t even realize she had.

And yet here she was, weakened, vulnerable, and it tore something inside me. I wished I could take it all away–the fever, the exhaustion, the pain. I wished I could carry it for her, whatever it was that weighed her down. But all I could do was sit here and watch, guard her through the night, and hope that by morning there would be some answer, some explanation, something that would point me toward a way to help her.

FAYE

I woke up to voices. They weren’t loud, but steady enough to reach me. The first thing I saw was not my ceiling. My walls weren’t covered with paintings. The air even smelled different. I

was in Alexander’s room.

And then I saw them. Three figures standing close to me.

Alexander. Irene. And Mrs. Adams.

For a moment, I just blinked, trying to register why they were all standing so still, their attention fixed on me as though I had just returned from a long journey. My throat was dry, but words managed to scrape out.

“What… happened?”

My voice cracked. The silence that followed stretched for what felt like forever until Mrs. Adams finally moved closer. Her lips curled into a gentle smile, one of those smiles meant to soothe rather than celebrate.

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“Welcome back, Luna,” she said softly. “How do you feel this morning?”

I swallowed, uncertain whether I should even try to speak again. “I–I think I’m fine.”

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But was I? The more I searched my head, the more fragmented everything felt. Pieces of last night came and went like torn pages scattered across the floor. I remembered sitting with Irene, her laughter, her teasing words, the comfort of knowing she was near. I remembered the sudden heaviness tugging at me, pulling me down into a strange sleep I couldn’t fight.

And then… water.

Yes, water.

I remembered water everywhere, cold and overwhelming. And him. Alexander holding me in his arms inside a bathtub that felt far too deep, his face pale, eyes frantic. But had that really happened? Or had it been just a fever dream?

Before I could say anything again, Mrs. Adams finished running whatever last check she was doing and turned to Alexander. Her expression shifted from soft to serious.

“Alpha Alexander, may I have a word with you?”

Alexander gave a small nod, already straightening to follow her lead. But something inside me rebelled against being dismissed like that, as though I were an object being discussed rather than the person lying in the middle of this storm. I pushed myself up slightly.

“No,” I said. “Whatever it is, you can say it here. It concerns me, right?”

Mrs. Adams hesitated. Her eyes flicked toward Alexander, clearly asking for his decision. For a second, I thought he would refuse. He had that look about him.

But then he glanced back at me. And he nodded. “Go ahead.”

Mrs. Adams drew in a slow breath. “Very well. After all the tests I’ve run, I still can’t find anything. Not a single medical cause that explains what’s happening to Luna Faye.”

Nothing? After everything I’d been through last night, after feeling as though my body was being torn apart, she was saying there was nothing?

Alexander’s voice cut in, sharp and frustrated. “How is that possible? I was there. I saw it. You’re telling me none of that makes sense? That it just happened twice in the same day

with no reason?”

I had never seen him look so restrained and yet so close to snapping. His tone wasn’t raised, but every word trembled with suppressed anger.

Mrs. Adams kept her composure, though. She folded her hands neatly in front of her. “I

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understand your frustration, Alexander. But there has to be something wrong, even if I can’t find it yet. And considering how severe her state was, I don’t believe it’s something mild like a fever or stress. I fear it may be supernatural.”

The word lingered in the room. Supernatural. I didn’t even know how to respond to that. My heart began racing, pounding against my ribs so hard it almost hurt.

Alexander leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “You handle supernatural cases too, don’t you? That’s part of what you do. So you should be able to figure it out, right?”

There was a long pause. Finally, Mrs. Adams shook her head slowly. “I tried. But this… this is beyond my knowledge.”

Silence followed again, heavier this time. Irene shifted uncomfortably in her seat before speaking up. “So what now? What are we supposed to do? Just sit around and wait until it happens again?”

The sound of her voice cracked something in me. That was exactly what I was afraid of–that all of them would eventually give up and leave me to wait for the next wave of whatever this was. My fingers curled into the sheets tightly, though I didn’t speak.

Mrs. Adams shook her head. “No. There is someone who might be able to help. Someone with knowledge far beyond mine. She might have answers.”

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