Chapter 3 Greece perhaps.

~Aurora.

10 years later.

"No, there wouldn't be need for extra medications, if you stick to what I have recommended, in no time, I promise you, you be just fine." I flashed the man sitting across me a smile as he went through the list of drugs I just wrote him.

"Just go down the hall to the right, hand the pharmacist there the paper, and every other thing will be sorted out for you."

He nodded again, "thank you, doctor, you are indeed a lifesaver." I gave him my signature smile as he stood up and left the office.

Adding his file to the list of cleared patients, I picked up the next patient's file, skimmed through it before ringing the bell to signal her in. She came in, greeted me and I responded with my signature smile just like I have been doing since the day began.

If I had been told that in ten years, with the situation surrounding my runaway, that I would be sitting in a well conditioned office and across patients and counselling them, I wouldn't have dared to believe it.

Ten years ago, I took the bold decision to save my life and that of my child, ten years ago, I was hurdling the streets with a round, wide, and weird stomach trying to make ends meet and ten years later, I was proud of the achievements I hadn't known I would make.

"I really am scared, doctor, what if I die? How would my children live without their mother?" I chuckled at her terror filled voice, my subconscious shivering with fear for my sake. How would my child survive without his mother?

"Mrs. Drake, I can assure you, if running for my life was enough to save my life, sticking to medications will certainly do the trick for you. And, you are one lucky woman because, unlike some other patients, your sickness was discovered on time and if you work with us and stick your medications, your sickness will disappear within the blink of an eye."

"And my son, I fear that he may have it too. He had a cut that was exposed to bacteria. And is this sickness hereditary? I wouldn't want any of my kids to go through this suffering."

"No ma'am, it isn't but, you can bring your kids in for testing, I bet that will give you enough consolation you will be needing."

"Yes, it will. Thank you, doctor."

"I am more than glad to help."

I let my lungs expand once the door was shut. Her question had me thinking about the night I made a decision to leave Sturgeon moon pack. Ten years later and I still feared the threat hanging around mine and my son's head. We were marked people, as long as we lived, death hovered around us.

Putting down the patient's file, I picked my purse and made for the door just in time for a colleague to walk with his hands occupied with flat files.

"Going somewhere, doctor Rory?" He asked. I nodded while taking some steps back to give him enough room to walk in and set the files down on my desk.

"Home, Reginald. I need to go home to my son."

"So soon?" He raised a brow and tilted good head.

I groaned loudly, "I am two hours past my closing time, sir, isn't that enough for you?"

"Of course not, Rory, I do see, and I appreciate the help and everything you have done to help this hospital and that is why I am telling you to accept my offer. See it as a reward for all your hard work."

"Here we go again, Reggie," I said with a sigh. "And I suppose I will be working alongside you, yeah?"

A corner of his lips rose in a small smile, and he nodded, "no, I will be working alongside you. Come on, Rory, you are already the best doctor in our field, just say yes to my offer and be at the best place you could ever imagine."

I sighed even louder, "Fine, Reggie, I will sleep over it."

His smile widened, "I will be waiting for your response, but don't take too long, Greece wouldn't keep waiting for you." He picked his files and left the office.

Reginald's offer was a good one, but it wasn't the first offer I have received over the years. All offers which I eventually had to turn down because they included me leaving my new pack.

Waxing crescent pack was the place that saved my life and that of my child, it gave me a new and better life even when life dared to have me destroyed, and it was already giving my son his fair portion of a good life. I was already on top of my career and my leaving the pack will have the same effect as me staying, so what was the need of moving at all?

Exhaling deeply, I squared my shoulders and left the office. I loved my job, but I loved myself and my son more, if waxing crescent was a place that calmed my mind and brought me comfort, then there was no way I was leaving it.

The ride back home was a smooth one and just as expected, Arne came rushing out once he saw my car drive in despite his nanny's protest. I smiled at my little bundle of joy, my little reminder of who he was and who I ceased to be ten years ago; An Alpha king and a weak and orphaned omega.

"You're home early today, doctor Rory." Audrey, his teenage nanny said, finally taking hold of Arne.

"Yes, and hopefully, I have relieved you of your burden for the day."

"I... I do love working with you, ma'am, Rory."

"I we do love having you with us," I said, tapping her cheeks playfully, "isn't that right, Arne?"

"Of course, mommy. I like having Audrey around."

I chuckled, "I only had a less busy day at work today but, you are welcome to stay with us until you are ready to leave."

"Okay ma'am." I took hold of Arne and let go of my purse he had been fussing with, and we headed into the house. "Doctor Rory?" Audrey called, and I turned to her, "a mail came in for you today. I kept it on the dinning table for you."

"Yeah mom, it is a beautiful mail."

Audrey chuckled, "it indeed is a beautiful mail."

Raising a brow, I walked to the dinning room and I picked the yellow envelope that laid at the center of the table. My heart skipped a million beats at once as my eyes flashed through the familiar seal on the envelope; the royal seal of Sturgeon moon pack.

With shaky hands, I tore the envelope and took out the letter and skimmed through it. My heart stilled a bit as it lacked the content I feared, the threat to kill me and my son.

Taking deep breaths again, I read through the content of the letter;

Dear Dr. Rory Aldrich, it is with pain that the royal house of Sturgeon Moon pack write to you.

Our pack is at the verge of being wiped off the face of the earth due to an epidemic that has struck our pack. We have heard of you and the wonders you have worked in treating cases similar to ours.

We implore your help and ask that you come and help us in saving our pack, our existence, and heritage.

We hope you listen to our pleas and hope to hear back from you soonest. Thank you.'

My heart swelled with anger with each word I read. Ten years ago, the 'royal house of Sturgeon Moon pack' had written me a letter to do away with my son and now, they were pleading with me to help them save their pack.

How was I supposed to help the same person who wanted my son...his son dead? Or wasn't my son part of his pack.

Hissing loudly, I folded the letter and shredded it into tiny pieces. Maybe, just maybe, I might consider Reggie's offer and move to Greece.