Her face,usually pale,turned a ghostly white.With trembling fingers,she pressed her lower belly.A horrifying,visceral realization hit her:The life she carried was trying to leave her.
“The Mate!The Alpha’s Mate!”
The elderly Pack Servant rushed over in a panic.When the servant saw the dark blood spreading on the floor,her composure shattered.“I—I will call the Pack Healers immediately!And the Alpha’s private comm!”
The servant quickly seized Elara’s rejected phone.“I have tried the Alpha King’s private line ten times,Mate,but he is outside the range!I have tried seventeen times on your line...No response from the Alpha’s comm-link…”
On the harsh metal gurney,Elara weakly opened her eyes and grabbed the Healer’s sleeve.
“I…I will sign the decree myself…I do not want the pup…”
Her voice was barely a whisper,but it carried the chilling,crushing weight of a final judgment.
Elara remembered how Ryder had commanded her to prepare for a Pack heir just two moon cycles ago,securing the future of their shaky bond.She had ceased the human suppressant.This pup had come unexpectedly—a desperate,fragile link.
Now,it was leaving her,just as unexpectedly.