Chapter 96: A heart–wrenching scream came from the delivery room
Chapter 96: A heart–wrenching scream came from the delivery room
(Killian’s POV)
My heart pounded with excitement as I drove toward the airstrip with Elara. The familiar route felt different today, charged with anticipation.
In my mind, I could see Olivia waiting for us at the Shadow Syndicate’s base. Her belly round with pregnancy, her face glowing with that maternal radiance I’d dreamed about countless times.
“Do you want a little sister or a little brother, Ellie?” I asked gently, glancing at my daughter in the rearview mirror.
“A sister,” Elara replied obediently, clutching her favorite doll against her chest.
“Yes, a sister is good,” I mused, my voice soft with longing. “As beautiful and gentle as your mother.”
Every time I said ‘your mother‘ to Elara when referring to Olivia, my heart fluttered. As if she was already my mate, as if we were already a family.
The fantasy felt so real I could almost taste it.
“Daddy-” Elara’s sudden, terrified scream shattered my daydream.
A massive truck was bearing down on us, its horn blaring like a death knell. My blood turned to ice.
I frantically spun the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes. The tires screamed against asphalt, but it was too late.
The car crashed into the guardrail with a sickening crunch of metal. The airbag deployed with violent force, slamming into my chest.
Pain exploded through my skull as everything went black.
When consciousness returned, I found myself lying in an unfamiliar room. My head throbbed with each heartbeat, and the world seemed to tilt at odd angles.
Through the haze, I could hear Elara’s innocent voice speaking to someone.
“Where is your mommy?” a man’s voice asked.
“My mommy is in a very beautiful big house,” Elara answered sweetly.
My blood ran cold. No, Elara, don’t say anything.
“Who else is there?” the voice pressed.
“There are many uncles and aunties,” she chirped happily.
“Who are these toys and clothes for?”
“For mommy…”
Panic shot through me like lightning. I forced myself out of bed despite the concussion making my vision swim.
“Elara!” I called out, my voice hoarse with urgency.
My daughter looked up at me with wide, startled eyes. In her small hands was a colorful lollipop.
I snatched it away and threw it across the room. “I told you not to take things from strangers! And not to talk to them!”
“Daddy!” Elara’s face crumpled, tears threatening to spill. “The uncle is Leo’s dad, and he saved you when we passed by.”
My gaze shifted, and my blood turned to ice water.
Theodore stood in the corner, his dark eyes fixed on me with predatory intensity.
This wasn’t a hospital. The realization hit me like a physical blow.
I knew Theodore had been unhinged since Olivia left. The man had even had his own father arrested over some moonflowers she had planted. He’d thrown his own pups into a sanctuary without a second thought.
What would he do to Elara?
“I have things to do,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ll be taking Elara and leaving.”
“No rush,” Theodore replied, his tone deceptively calm.
He gave a subtle look to The Alpha’s Sentinels stationed around the room. One of them immediately approached Elara
with drones and robot toys.
“Elara, let’s go play and not disturb your dad and Uncle Theodore,” the sentinel said with false cheerfulness.
Through the doorway, I could see at least a dozen more sentinels in the hallway. We were trapped.
I reluctantly allowed Elara to be led away, but caught her arm gently. “Don’t talk to anyone, and don’t eat anything they give you, okay?”
She nodded solemnly before disappearing with her escort.
Once the door closed, the room fell into suffocating silence.
“Hand over my mate!” Theodore’s voice was a low growl, his dark eyes swirling with a dangerous storm.
He was convinced I had hidden Olivia and gotten her pregnant. The delusion burned in his gaze like wildfire.
With violent force, he swept a pile of pup supplies off a nearby table. Tiny clothes and toys scattered at my feet like
accusations.
The rage caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood, which he wiped away with chilling indifference.
“Olivia and I are innocent,” I retorted, my own anger rising. “We’re not like you, a morally corrupt degenerate!”
My voice cracked with fury. “You had a mate as wonderful as Olivia and you betrayed her! Had an illegitimate pup, and even wanted Olivia to raise her? Are you even human?”
The verbal assault escalated into violence. Theodore lunged at me with inhuman speed.
We traded blows in a raw, graceless brawl. No technique, no strategy–just pure hatred and obsession driving our fists.
Theodore fought like a madman despite his injuries. His only thought seemed to roar through the air: “Where did you hide my mate?”
During the chaos, I managed to land a punch on his injured abdomen. He roared like a cornered beast, doubling over in
agony.
“Do you know how much pain and despair Olivia was in before she left?” I yelled, my voice cracking with emotion. “That night at the Northwood Manor… Olivia had just had a severe mate bond strain! You made her stand outside Clara’s villa, watching you two, listening to your disgusting sounds!”
Theodore froze as if struck by lightning.
“She almost had a heart attack from the bond breaking!” I continued, seeing his horror.
So, my mate was outside the door that night! The realization seemed to shatter something inside him.
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“I regret it so much,” I pressed on, my voice full of anguish. “I should have confessed to Olivia back then and kept her. Then she wouldn’t have been hurt by you like this!”
“You don’t deserve her love! You don’t deserve to see her again!” I taunted, seeing his pain and feeling grim satisfaction.
“Olivia has accepted Elara as her pup. She is Elara’s mother, and I am Elara’s father. We will be together soon!”
Just as I finished my furious declaration, the door burst open.
Pack enforcers rushed in, alerted by Gina Frost and Cain Nightwood. Seeing the two of us bloodied and injured, they moved to restrain us both.
As hands grabbed my arms, Theodore’s composure finally shattered completely.
He looked at me with naked panic and weakness. “She’s pregnant, isn’t she? How many months?”
His voice broke. “Her heart is not good, childbirth will kill her! Tell me, where is she?”
I just sneered in response.
Blood trickled from Theodore’s abdomen, from the bandage on his head, and from his mouth. The terror of losing her–the same fear that had gripped him when she gave birth to Leo–completely overwhelmed him.
With a final, desperate roar, he lunged for me one last time.
(Matthew’s POV)
At the base, I had just arrived from my duties when I found myself outside a delivery room.
The sterile white walls seemed to close in around me as I approached the medical team.
“Are the preparations for the heart surgery ready?” I asked in my usual calm tone.
“Rest assured, Alpha King,” a healer replied with professional confidence.
I nodded and settled into a chair in the waiting area. One of my subordinates paced nervously nearby, his anxiety palpable.
The clock on the wall ticked by with agonizing slowness. Each second stretched into an eternity.
Suddenly, a heart–wrenching scream came from the delivery room.
