CHAPTER 6
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L E I L A N I
I stumbled through the forest, my feet aching and my lungs burning. I had been running for hours, and the sun was beginning to set.
I had no idea where I was, and the forest seemed to go on forever. But I couldn't stop.
If I stopped, they would catch me.
A branch snapped behind me, and I whipped around, my heart pounding in my chest.
But there was no one there.
I kept moving, trying to put as much distance between me and the pack. But it was getting harder.
The darkness was closing in, and the sounds of the forest seemed to be growing louder.
I tripped over a tree root, falling to the ground with a cry.
"Please..." I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Please, just let me go..."
But there was no answer.
I pushed myself to my feet and kept moving.
The moon was rising, and the forest was growing darker.
But I had to keep going.
I had to.
Suddenly, the air was filled with howls, and I knew they had found me.
"No..." I whimpered, my legs shaking.
The howls grew closer, and the sound of paws pounding the earth filled the night.
They were coming for me.
I broke into a run, my heart racing and my lungs burning.
"Please, please, please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper.
A car was driving on the road, its headlights illuminating the dark forest.
I ran towards it, my legs screaming in protest.
"Please, help me," I cried, waving my arms frantically.
The car swerved, nearly hitting me.
"s**t!" the driver yelled, slamming on the brakes.
"Please, you have to help me. They are going to kill me. I need to get out of here," I begged, my voice barely a whisper.
The driver hesitated, and for a moment, I thought they were going to leave me.
"Get in," they said, opening the passenger side door.
"Thank you, thank you so much," I said, climbing into the car.
"What are you doing out here? It's dangerous," the driver asked, concern lacing their voice.
"I... I can't tell you. Please, just take me as far away from here as you can," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.
"Are you on the run?"
"Yes."
The driver nodded and turned their attention back to the road.
"Hold on. I'll take you to yhe hospital. You're badly injured." He said, looking at me from the corner of his eyes.
"Thank you," I whispered, closing my eyes and leaning back against the seat.
"It's going to be okay," they said softly, patting my arm.
I wanted to believe them.
But I knew it was a lie.
I was never going to be safe again.
The wolves were coming for me, and they would never stop.
Until the day I died.
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I shouldn't have trusted this stranger, just in case, this was a trap. The wolves could have sent them, but what other choice did I have?
I was bleeding badly, I couldn't even fight if I wanted to. My consciousness was slowly slipping the closer we got to the hospital.
I tried to keep my eyes open, tried to stay awake. But the darkness was closing in, and I couldn't fight it anymore.
My last thought before everything went black was me praying that I hadn't made a mistake by trusting this stranger.
That they would save me and not kill me.
Because, deep down, I knew the wolves would never stop hunting me.
I was a human who escaped, and it was the ultimate sin in their eyes.
This is just the beginning.
I woke up to the sound of steady beeping. My eyelids fluttered open, and the harsh fluorescent light blinded me.
I was in a hospital room, the smell of disinfectant filling my nostrils.
"She's awake," an unfamiliar voice said, and a figure moved to my bedside.
"Where am I?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
"You're in the hospital," the voice replied. "You were in pretty bad shape when the man brought you in. What happened?"
"I... I can't remember," I lied, my mind racing.
"Do you remember your name?"
"Leila."
"Okay, Leila, we need to run some tests on you to make sure you're alright," the voice said, their tone calm and reassuring.
"Okay," I whispered, closing my eyes.
I heard the doctor talking to the nurse, but their words were lost on me. All I could think about was how close I had come to death.
The wolves were relentless. They would never stop hunting me.
The doctors and nurses were all over the place. Checking my vitals and taking samples from my body.
It was all very overwhelming, and I was grateful when they left the room and allowed me to rest.
Alone.
My mind was racing, and my heart was beating rapidly.
I had escaped.
But how long would it last?
How long until they found me? Could I finally let out a sigh of relief like all this is over? Would I be playing it safe for the rest of my life?
It was all too much to process, and I closed my eyes, trying to block out the noise and the chaos.
"Hello, Ms. Leila, I'm Dr. Jameson," the doctor introduced themselves, stepping into the room.
"Hello," I murmured, not wanting to be rude.
"I have some good news for you. But before then, the police will be here soon to take your statement."
"Police?"
"Yes. About the attack. We can't file a report without you being conscious."
The last thing I wanted was to get the police involved in this situation. I'll be doomed. These Alphas had connections everywhere, the government, police, everyone.
I'll be dragged right back into that hell hole and they would finish what they started.
"I... I can't."
"Why not? It's important for us to know who attacked you. If you don't want to press charges, we can just get the police report filed and that's it."
I shook my head, unable to form the words.
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me. The only way I can stop them from coming now is if you promise to go straight to the station as soon as,you're discharged from the hospital. Do we have a deal?"
"Yes," I whispered, knowing that was the only way to buy myself some time.
"Good. Now, onto the good news. Your vitals are normal, your hcg levels are high and we did a scan to check the baby. Congratulations, you're pregnant."
I stared at him, uncomprehending.
"Baby?" I forced out, feeling like world was closing in on me. No way. There's absolutely no way I was pregnant. I must be hearing things. It must be the drugs.
"Yes. You're approximately two weeks pregnant."
"That's impossible," I whispered, the reality of the situation finally sinking in.
"Why is that?"
"Because... because... the wolves..."
"Wolves?" the doctor questioned, his brows furrowing.
"N-no, I mean I've only had s*x once in my life. There's no way I got pregnant from that," I blurted out, a blush creeping up my cheeks.
"Oh, well, that's not entirely uncommon. Some women do get pregnant on their first time. It's not unheard of."
"No, no, no," I repeated, shaking my head.
"You're definitely pregnant, Leila," the doctor said, his voice soft.
"I can't be. I can't," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.
"It's going to be alright. I know it's a lot to take in. But if I may ask, are you married?"
"No," I choked out, tears streaming down my face.
"Do you know the father?"
Yes I do, doctor. The father of this baby I just found out about is a werewolf who I absolutely despise and want nothing to do with because of the torture that him and his kind had put me through for the past year.
"He was a one night stand. Definitely not ready to be a father and I'm not ready to be a mother either." I lied instead.
"I see," the doctor said, his expression sympathetic.
"What am I going to do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"We have a few resources available for women in your situation. But I would suggest that you find a support system. A family member or a friend that you can rely on. This is a big decision, and you shouldn't have to make it alone."
"I have no one."
"That's okay. You can still seek help and counseling. We have several options for those who aren't ready to become parents yet. Adoption is a viable option."
Adoption.
It was a word that I never thought I would hear. And now, it was staring me in the face.
"Can I think about it?"
"Of course. We'll keep an eye on your progress. If you decide you want to keep the baby, then we'll be here for you every step of the way."
"Thank you," I said, my mind whirling.
The doctor excused himself, and I was left alone with my thoughts.
Adoption.
I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing there's a part of me out there with someone. My decision might be considered selfish, but just wanted no connections with wolves. Bearing a wolf's child would be a reminder of what they did to me and all the pain they have caused.
They were monsters, and I wanted nothing to do with them.
I needed to cut all ties and start over.
Abortion. I never thought that word would ever cross my mind. But here I was, contemplating on ending a life, my own flesh and blood.
Could I do it?
Could I live with myself knowing that I killed the last shred of innocence that I have left in me?
And could I ever forgive myself for it?
The answer was clear.
I couldn't.
But could I bring a baby into this world knowing that it would grow up in a world full of pain and suffering?
And my decision was final.
I will get an abortion.
But the question was, would I have enough time to do it?
Would the wolves find me before then?
Would the doctor honor his promise and protect me?
Would the police help me or would they turn a blind eye?
All these questions were running through my mind, and I didn't have the answers to any of them.
But there was one thing that I was certain of.
My life was never going to be the same.
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I have finally made up my mind.
And here I was, in the abortion ward two weeks later, ready to get rid of the baby.
This is the only way to start over and have a normal life. This is the only way to keep myself and my baby safe. And this is the only way to prevent another wolf from coming into this world.
And so, as the nurse took me to the room where the procedure would take place, I felt a strange sense of calm.
I was doing the right thing.
The doctor walked in, and laid me on the abortion table. I left the first hospital I was admitted to because they were quite expensive and kept pressuring me to make a police report. I knew if I hadn't left there, they would file a police report without my consent, and put me in a bigger danger than I already was.
I was still under observation, but the hospital had agreed to perform the abortion, even though it wasn't legal in their state.
But what choice did I have?
The doctor explained the procedure to me, and I listened intently.
"It'll hurt. But it's the only way," he assured me, patting my hand.
"I know," I said, my voice trembling slightly.
I had slept in cheap motels for two weeks, using the money left in my bank account that i hadnt used in a year since I got kidnapped.
The abortion hospital wasn't licensed by government, but they were what I could afford, and they seemed to be clean.
But the fear of getting caught was ever-present.
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said, trying to sound brave.
"We'll give you some painkillers, but you'll have to endure the procedure without anesthesia."
"I understand," I said, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.
I closed my eyes, praying that I came out of this without any complications, praying that the wolves wouldn't find me, and praying that my decision was the right one.
They gave me the pain killers, which I popped into my mouth and swallowed, waiting for the relief.
And as the doctor placed my legs on the stirrups, I braced myself.
This was it.
Just as I felt the pain and pressure of the doctor's instrument in my v****a, I heard a commotion outside the door.
"We're going to have to ask you to leave, sir," a woman's voice said, sounding frantic.
"Get the f**k out of my way!" a male voice snarled, and the door to the operating room was thrown open.
Fenrir’s eyes met mine, and they were blazing as he roared, lunging for the doctor.
I froze, terror flooding my veins.
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