Chap-139*A Helping Hand.*

Cynthia Dion:  "Oh! Is that the truth?" Maleeka struggled to stifle her smirk, keeping it hidden beneath a facade of sorrow. She bit her inner cheek, feigning sorrow, but her subtle nods betrayed her true thoughts. The idea that she had wished for that outcome made my stomach churn. "Let her have some peace for now," the doctor advised. "I need to unwind." She allowed them to leave me in solitude momentarily, and as they departed, I parted my lips and released a weary sigh. I lay fully awake, my breath steady, acutely aware of my surroundings. My mind teemed with concerns: the looming possibility of never being able to conceive again, the heart-wrenching loss of my child, and the anticipation of my wolf finally stirring. My wolf! I attempted to feign enthusiasm for her awakening, yet my voice quivered as I lamented, "You took an eternity to rouse." I harbored no anger toward her for her consistent absence when I needed her presence the most. Nevertheless, I couldn't help but feel a tin