Alpha & Omega (Alpha's Rejects #4)

Two days prior

I nearly crumbled when the doctor told us Kingston had lost his leg. His boys sobbed and held each other with the news. Fuck, my poor skaterboy. God, at least he was still alive. I understood about amputation enough that he could lead a relatively normal life with prosthetics, but losing a part of your body wasn’t for the faint of heart. And his road wasn’t going to be easy… and it would be expensive.

Each of us spent time with him while he stayed in the ICU, leaving them more devastated. I understood why, looking at him. They’d shaved Kingston’s head to treat multiple lacerations and give him stitches. Bruises and swelling covered his body and face. He had a breathing tube in his mouth and a tube up his nose. When I sat with him, I lifted the blanket covering his legs and saw the cast. Reality set in that he had no more leg below the knee.

My eyes watered as I rested my hand on his remaining left leg. “I’m so sorry, baby,” I whispered. “We’ll get you through this… together.”