The chief healer arrived, and Gideon gestured toward me. “She’s O+, please prepare her and save Brielle,” he implored, his voice unguarded, full of concern. The sight tore at my chest—he had never looked at me this way in the past three years.
Nurses and medics approached, securing my arms and injecting me with sedatives. Darkness claimed me, and the world dissolved.
When I awoke, the light stabbed at my eyes, and pain throbbed through my head and stomach. The room was empty. “Hello?” I called weakly.
The door swung open, and Gideon appeared, his expression carved from stone. “You’re lucky… Brielle survived,” he said, each word a jagged shard of judgment.
“What about me? Don’t you care if I’m okay?” I rasped.
“You’re not the one bleeding internally,” he snapped.
A healer entered, her eyes filled with sympathy. “Alpha Wolfe, you are her mate, correct?”
Gideon’s gaze fell on me with disdain. “I do not have such a malicious mate,” he said, before turning sharply and walking away, leaving my heart in splinters.
The healer sighed. “There’s something you should know, Selene.”
“What is it?” I asked, fear curdling in my stomach.
“Tests reveal… you were one month pregnant.”
I froze. “Were?”