The Alaska Alpha’s Twins

Chapter 7: Enola Green

Natasha closed the door behind her and quickly asked with worry, "What happened? I thought my brother had made a good offer, and our parents were just excited to reunite with you again. Why are you crying, Bella?"

She took a box of tissues and placed them on my lap. No matter what she did or said, I had no words. I didn’t know what I wanted.

Moving felt like a sin. Suddenly, the fear of having Nick’s baby overwhelmed me, and my entire body started to shake. She hugged me quickly, and after that, I don’t remember what happened next.

When I opened my eyes, only the sound of the machines greeted me. The entire room felt colder than it should. I tried to move, but Natasha was nowhere in sight.

Why was I looking for her? Did I really believe she cared about me? She was sent by Taylor, and I know for a fact this pregnancy is the only reason she was sent.

Once I’m further along, I’ll do a blood test to find out who the father is. Then I’ll either get divorced and leave with my baby to live alone forever.

The thought of being alone with a baby terrified me. Suddenly, I felt my eyes sting, and I let everything out. I cried uncontrollably, hiding under the covers as the tears flowed.

It felt like not a minute had passed when the door behind me opened, and the delicious smell of chocolate and coconut cream filled the room. A scent I had never experienced before was now strong around me.

The door closed, and someone walked in. I sat up slightly to see Taylor. He went down on his knees and didn’t move from the floor.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in barely a whisper. His eyes sparkled, and I swear I heard a purr come from him. Instead, he asked, “Can I come closer? Natasha told me what he said, and I don’t want to leave without you. Please?”

His pleading, his presence—more than anyone else—made me feel safer than I’d ever felt. I wasn’t thinking about anything but what needed to happen. I pulled the sheets off and moved to hug him, but the wires and IVs stopped me.

Taylor moved to me, and I grabbed his cotton shirt, pulling him closer. He gave me a bear hug and held me tightly. He was warm and comforting, and I felt at peace with myself.

“Please take me to your home. I want to get away from this hell. Please, Taylor.”

He was about to say something when the door behind him opened. He let me go and moved to close it. Just as it shut, I thought I heard a woman gasp in pain at Taylor’s action.

I looked up, and Taylor looked back at the door, then at me, with pain in his eyes.

“Please understand, I’m trying to fix my own mess. I don’t want what I practically got served. I—”

“Taylor, baby, where are you? Your friend is getting discharged today. Ugh, where is that husband of mine? You!”

The sound of high heels stomped away from the door, but all I could think about was what she said—husband.

“Bella, please hear me out. Come with me, and we can work things out. I can protect you from Nick.”

I didn’t hear him clearly. The same sense of betrayal rose in my heart. He took my arm and placed my hand on his chest where his heart was. Hearing it beat faster, I looked into his pleading eyes.

Do I really want this? Or should I stay with Nick?

I’m not a homewrecker. I filed for divorce, but Nick didn’t want it. He promised he would change. He even admitted he might have gotten me pregnant. If he’s being honest, maybe I can make this work. I won’t destroy a marriage, especially when I don’t know if she’s also a victim in her marriage with Taylor.

Making up my mind, I told him, "Get out of my room. And take Natasha with you."

Taylor dropped his hands from the door, and it opened to reveal a woman with a perfect hourglass figure, wearing a solid red, long-sleeved, waist-cinching sweater dress and high-heeled black boots. Her neck-length blonde hair made her blue eyes pop.

She was perfect in every way. Her small, heart-shaped face, button nose, and high cheekbones gave her a flawless, Colgate smile that could light up any room.

The woman gave me a snarky pout but quickly smiled warmly at me. I didn’t like her, but I didn’t want this life. I refused to give in to it entirely.

“Hello, I’m Enola. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss…?”

She extended her hand, and I chuckled at her ignorance. Here I was, in a hospital bed wearing a gown, and she was dressed like a high-and-mighty goddess.

“Did I say something funny?”

With a bitter taste in my mouth, I replied, “Leave my room. My husband will get me when he’s here.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Enola trying not to roll her eyes. Instead, she walked to the other side of my bed and spoke softly, “I’m sorry, Miss, but your husband is working overtime and can’t come to get you. That’s what he told Natasha after you fainted again. We won’t stay long, but if you want, we can get you an Uber at least. Just let Taylor or me know when you arrive safely?”

I nodded, and she started removing the IVs and wires, leaving me a bit uneasy until she said, "I’m a nurse back home. This is nothing new to me, and the doctor was fine with it. We’ll see him when you're ready."

She looked at Taylor with a warm smile, leaving me feeling like a fool for thinking I had a connection with him.

“Can you bring her bag, honey?”

Taylor picked up the bag and walked toward Enola. But before she took it, she stopped, glaring at me as she placed her hand on her stomach. She finished removing everything from me and abruptly left the room.

Taylor didn’t let go of the bag. Instead, he pulled me into his chest and said, "Pretending isn’t something I do. I firmly ordered them to leave me alone with you. Enola and I are a married couple, but you wear my mark, not her. Our paperwork can be discarded easily, but not a rejection from you."

He spoke with authority, and his tone had me feeling warm and bothered. His touch softened on my arm, and he tilted my head to meet his eyes.

Looking into his eyes, I could see his adoration. I could feel what he wanted for us, but I was scared of falling for him. I knew I shouldn’t. I had a life now, and I needed to focus on it. But why couldn’t I let him go?

Holding his gaze, my entire body felt electrified. I felt safe from anyone who could harm me, but at the same time, I was terrified. Knowing I had to make the first move pained me, but I knew it had to be done.

This is my mess. I did this, and I have to work with what I’ve done, one way or another.

"I filed for divorce. I acted in the best way I could. Yes, I'm at fault for getting involved with a married man who didn’t tell me he was married, but I was getting divorced—I submitted the papers and everything. I’m not a homewrecker, and I’m not going to be anyone’s mistress. I don’t know what this mark thing means because I’ve never seen one on me, but I know what I will not become."

Saying this out loud pained me, but the memory of my mom finding out through a complete stranger that my dad was being unfaithful came to mind, solidifying my decision, even if it tore and shattered my heart.