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“We have to call an ambulance,” Daisy choked out, staggering to her feet. “I’ll call an ambulance!”
“Mommy,” Thea said, her voice small, “Mommy, my tummy hurts!”
Daisy whipped towards her daughter to find her face screwed up in pain, her hands cradling her stomach.
Because Thea was also allergic to strawberries.
Chapter 18 - Nicolas
He had never driven so fast in his life. He’d probably amassed a hundred speeding tickets, not to mention broken several laws, but being rich had to count for something. As did shifter law regarding endangered children. There was a great deal more leniency afforded to shifters when it came to their offspring than regular humans.
Mostly to keep everyone safe.
Anyone who got between a shifter and their child was likely to end up a bloodied heap of bones and tissue, no matter their reason.
When he got the message, a simple text from Francesca, he hadn’t hesitated.
“Hey Nicky, just to let you know, Gracie’s having an allergic reaction. We’re on our way to the hospital. I’d hate to get her in trouble, but Daisy fed her strawberries.”
A quick call to his security team confirmed which hospital they were going to, and he was gone.
He’d tried Daisy’s phone dozens of times. She wasn’t picking up. In a fit of desperation, he’d even tried Francesca’s phone, but she didn’t reply either.
He tore into the hospital car park, leaving skids on the tarmac, abandoning his car at the front of the building in his haste to get inside.
None of it made any sense. Daisy would never feed Gracie strawberries, she knew she was allergic. Hell, she’d even had to stop Francesca from feeding her strawberries. There was no fucking way she would be so careless.
Which meant only one thing. He wasn’t being given the full story.
With a murderous snarl, he snatched the nearest person in a white coat by his lapels. “Where the fuck is the children’s ward?”
The doctor stammered something intelligible out, and a firm hand yanked him away by the shoulder.
He nearly shifted then and there.
“If you’d like to follow us, sir,” a shifter in black said, not removing his hand, “we’ll take you to your daughter.”
Nicolas wrenched his shoulder out of the alpha’s grasp, but turned to follow the three men through the corridors.
Shifter security. To deal with shifters like him. It was rare that adult shifters needed to go to hospital at all, given their superior healing powers. It was only really their children who needed them.
It made for some tense situations.
The alphas led him to a ward with rainbows painted on the walls and bunches of balloons round every corner. Nicolas forced himself to stop snarling. There were sick kids around, after all.
The alpha in front of him gestured to a door, and Nicolas barged past him to wrench it open. There, inside, was Gracie lying in a medical cot, two doctors hovering over her.
“Ah,” one of them said, “are you the father? Mr.…Accardi?”
“Get out of the fucking way,” he growled, leaning over the cot to stroke Gracie’s cheek. She shifted and fussed slightlybefore settling again, little face serene against the stark white hospital sheets.
All the air left his lungs in one great whoosh.
She was okay. She was fine.
The relief was so immense that his stomach churned, his muscles started to shake.
His wolf thrashed just under his skin, desperate to get out, to release some of the pent-up energy. He didn’t know what he would do if anything ever happened to Gracie. As far as he was concerned, the sun rose and fell with her. His life was utterly meaningless without her in it.
