“Alpha, I’ll go home on my own,” Sasha said as she ran toward the door.
I hadn’t even finished buttoning his shirt when he pulled away and went after her.
“I’ll drive you home. My child might already be inside you. I can’t risk anything,” he said. He turned to me once. “Desmond will take you home. Take care of yourself.”
Take care of myself. Because he wouldn’t.
He couldn’t protect me anymore. Only hurt me. Until I broke.
She was already carrying his child? I did it first. Twice. But as I looked down, I saw the blood. I felt the heat between my legs. I was bleeding again.
I lost another baby.
He took her home to make sure nothing bad happened to her. Because I had once lost our first child in an accident. And he blamed me for not protecting the life inside me. But this one, I lost because of him. Not that he’d ever know. He didn’t deserve to.
I held onto the bed and cried until my voice cracked. I called out the names I had planned for our children. There were two of them. Now both gone.
“Alpha, she won’t wake up. She’s completely drained. It’ll take at least three days before she can recover. We can’t take any more blood. She’ll die,” I heard a nurse say.