CHAPTER 7
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L E I L A N I
Fenrir's eyes locked on mine, and the world seemed to slow down.
"No," I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest.
"No, no, no," I said, shaking my head frantically.
"You are not getting rid of our pup," Fenrir growled, his fangs bared.
I didn’t even need to ask how he knew about my pregnancy, it’s the same way he was able to track me down in a city filled with thousands of humans. Laying in an abortion table also gave me out.
He was an Alpha of a huge pack, so I was certain that he had connections that made it possible to track down just about anyone and anything.
He was a monster.
A powerful monster.
And he was here to kill me.
I knew it.
The doctor, a human with no idea what he was truly dealing with, tried to stand his ground. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. This is a sterile environment and you're trespassing."
Fenrir didn't even look at him. His gaze was fixed on me, a mixture of fury and something else, something I couldn't quite decipher, burning in their depths. He moved with a speed that was inhuman, a blur of motion. Before the doctor could react, Fenrir had him by the throat, lifting him off the floor with one arm.
"You will never touch her again," Fenrir snarled, his voice a low, dangerous growl that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the clinic.
The doctor sputtered, his face turning a sickening shade of purple as he clawed at Fenrir's iron grip.
"Fenrir, stop!" I screamed, scrambling to sit up, my legs still held in the stirrups, a cold draft on my exposed lower half. The humiliation was a secondary sting to the terror. "You'll kill him!"
He spared the doctor a glance, then looked back at me, his expression unreadable. "He was going to kill our child."
"He was doing his job! A job I asked him to do!" I shot back, tears streaming down my face.
Fenrir's jaw tightened. He looked from me, to the struggling doctor, and then back again. With a disgusted snarl, he threw the man across the room. The doctor slammed into a stainless steel cabinet, crumpling to the floor in a heap.
Silence fell, broken only by my ragged sobs.
Fenrir turned his full attention to me. He took a step closer, and I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut. I waited for the blow, for the punishment.
But it never came.
"Get dressed," he commanded, his voice cold and flat.
I opened my eyes. He was standing over me, his massive frame blocking out the harsh fluorescent light. He wasn't looking at my face; his gaze was fixed on my stomach, a strange intensity in his eyes.
"Did you hear me?" he asked, his tone dangerously low. "Get dressed and get to the f*****g car, Leilani."
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. He turned his back, giving me a sliver of privacy. My hands shook so badly I could barely unfasten the stirrups. I fumbled with the thin paper gown, my mind racing. He had tracked me. He had found me. He had stopped me. What was he going to do with me now?
I slipped off the table, my legs unsteady. I spotted my clothes folded neatly on a chair. My cheap jeans, my worn out t-shirt. They felt like a lifetime away. As I pulled on my pants, I saw the doctor start to stir behind the cabinet, a low moan escaping his lips.
Fenrir heard it too. He turned, and the doctor froze, his eyes wide with terror.
"If you value your life," Fenrir said, his voice devoid of all emotion, "you were never here. You never saw her. You don't know who she is. Do you understand?"
The doctor just stared, babbling incoherently.
"I said, do you f*****g understand?" Fenrir's power filled the room, a tangible pressure that made the air thick and hard to breathe.
The doctor nodded frantically, his face ashen.
Fenrir strode to the door, wrenching it open. He gestured for me to follow. I hesitated, my gaze flicking to the doctor on the floor. He had tried to help me. He was just a man doing a job.
"Leilani," Fenrir warned, a growl rumbling in his chest. "Now."
I walked out of the room, my head down. The clinic was deserted, the other staff having fled at the first sign of trouble. Fenrir grabbed my arm, his grip firm but not painful, and led me down the short hallway and out into the alley.
A sleek, black SUV was parked at the curb, engine purring. He opened the passenger door and all but shoved me inside. He slid into the driver's seat, the car moving before he'd even closed his door.
We drove in silence, the city lights a blur through the tinted windows. I stared at my reflection in the glass, a pale, haunted stranger with wide, terrified eyes. My life was over. Again. I was his prisoner. Again.
"Of all places to go get an abortion, you chose a cheap unlicensed raggedy clinic?" he finally spoke, his voice cutting through the silence like a shard of glass. "Do you have a death wish? Do you have any idea how dangerous a place like that is?"
"It’s none of your business." I seethed, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. I turned to face him, my anger overriding my fear for a moment. "You don't get to have a say in what I do with my body."
His hands tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles white. "The second you conceived my child, it became my business. Which I don’t even know how the f**k that happened. It’s unheard of. Reason why I never bothered with a protection. A common human could never conceive a child with a wolf. Talk less of an Alpha."
"Since it’s so unheard of you could have just let me get rid of the impossible baby then. I want nothing to do with your kind, and I feel even more disgusted that one is growing inside of me." I spat, tears of anger and frustration welling in my eyes. I would not let them fall. I would not show him any weakness.
"How long?" he asked, ignoring my outburst. "How long have you known?"
"Are you even listening to me? I want nothing to do with your kind or this baby. Please, let me go. I already suffered in the hands of Barron. If you have a tiny bit of conscience in you then let me go." I sobbed, my resolve crumbling.
"Barron? He tortured?" he snarled, the car swerving slightly as he took a corner too fast.
"What does it matter to you?" I shot back. "You're all the same. You're all monsters. You saw the way he treated me. You literally bought me from him for a night. That say a lot about all of you!"
He didn't reply, his jaw clenched tight. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. He drove out of the city, leaving the bright lights behind for the dark, winding roads of the countryside. We were heading back to the compound. Back to the hell I had fought so hard to escape.
"You can't take me back there," I whispered, my heart sinking. "Please."
"I'm not taking you back to Barron's pack," he said, his voice flat.
"Then… then where are you taking me?" My hopes rose, a dangerous, foolish flicker in the darkness of my despair.
"My territory," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
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