Rejected by Alpha, Mated to His Alpha King Uncle

Chapter 5: The Hospital Confrontation

Chapter 5: The Hospital Confrontation

(Vivian's POV)

Hadrian released Seraphina's hand like it was burning coal. His eyes widened with shock as they fixed on me. Seraphina seemed frozen in place, her mouth slightly open.

I walked forward slowly, my gaze dropping to Seraphina's swollen belly. The sight was like a knife twisting in my heart, a cruel reminder of my own struggles to conceive.

"Vi-Vivian," Hadrian stammered, taking a step toward me.

I ignored him, focusing solely on Seraphina. Her eyes were wide with fear, tears already forming.

Before I could speak, Seraphina dropped to her knees. Her hands clasped together in front of her as tears streamed down her face.

"Please, Luna Blackwood, I'm begging you," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "Please forgive me. Please don't take my baby away!"

Her words echoed through the hospital hallway, drawing curious glances from passing nurses.

"This child is everything to me," she continued desperately. "It's my whole life!"

I stared down at her, forcing my expression to remain neutral despite the storm of emotions raging inside me.

"Whose child is it?" I asked, my voice unnaturally calm.

Seraphina's eyes darted up to Hadrian, panic clearly written across her face. Hadrian flushed red, visibly flustered by the direct question.

I turned to face him, my eyebrow raised. "Is it yours, Hadrian?"

His reaction was immediate and predictable. He shook his head vigorously, reaching for my hand.

"No! Of course not!" he exclaimed, eyes wide with manufactured innocence. "I just ran into Seraphina today and found out she was pregnant. I was helping her with her check-up, that's all."

I glanced between them, observing Seraphina's shifting expressions. Her distress seemed genuine, but there was something calculating in her eyes.

"So it was just a coincidence that you were both here?" I asked, my tone deceptively light.

"Absolute coincidence," Hadrian insisted, wrapping an arm around my waist. "What are you doing here anyway, sweetheart? Are you feeling unwell?"

I suppressed a shudder at his touch. His arm felt like a dead weight against my back. Yet I allowed it to remain, secretly enjoying the flash of anger that crossed Seraphina's face.

Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as she watched Hadrian touch me. The resentment was clear, despite her continued weeping.

"I came for a routine check-up," I replied vaguely, then turned my attention back to Seraphina. "I'm curious though. You've been using my financial support to engage in... this kind of behavior?"

Seraphina lowered her head, unable to meet my gaze.

"I've been helping you for years, paying for your education, your living expenses," I continued, my voice growing harder. "And this is how you repay that generosity?"

She remained silent, tears still flowing freely down her cheeks.

"I wonder if you still need my assistance," I mused aloud. "Since you clearly have other means of supporting yourself."

Hadrian's grip on my waist tightened slightly. I could sense his anxiety rising.

"Hadrian," I said, turning to face my husband. "I think you should stop giving her money. She's proven herself unworthy of our support."

The look of horror that crossed Seraphina's face was almost satisfying. She opened her mouth to protest but seemed to think better of it, especially with Hadrian present.

"You're absolutely right," Hadrian agreed quickly, stroking my hair. "I'll make sure she doesn't receive another penny."

He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine in what I supposed was meant to be a reassuring kiss. I barely stopped myself from recoiling.

His lips felt foreign against mine, his touch repulsive. I forced myself to remain still, to accept the gesture. Inside, my stomach churned with disgust.

How could he switch so seamlessly between mistress and wife? The man I had loved for years, the man I thought I knew better than anyone, was a complete stranger to me.

Hadrian turned to Seraphina, his expression hardening. "You heard Luna Blackwood. The financial support ends now."

Seraphina's face crumpled, but she knew better than to argue. She remained kneeling on the floor, defeated and humiliated.

Hadrian placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me away from the scene. As we turned the corner, we nearly collided with a towering figure.

"Lucian," Hadrian said, sounding surprised. "What brings you to the hospital?"

Lucian Thorne stood imposingly in the hallway, his steel-gray eyes moving between us before settling on me. His gaze was penetrating.

"Business," he replied curtly, then shifted his attention fully to me. "I saw you entering a male doctor's office earlier. Problems with the fertility treatments?"

Hadrian quickly stepped in. "Vivian is in perfect health. She was just here for a routine check-up."

Lucian's expression remained unreadable. "The Blackwood lineage is waiting, nephew. Perhaps you need some advice on the matter?"

Hadrian's jaw tightened visibly. "I appreciate the concern, Uncle, but we're handling it."

"Clearly not effectively," Lucian retorted, his tone sharp with disapproval.

I watched the exchange silently, observing the tension between the two alphas. Hadrian's discomfort was evident.

"If you'll excuse us," Hadrian said stiffly, "we were just leaving."

Lucian stepped aside, but his eyes never left me. There was something in his gaze that made my skin prickle with unease.

As I moved past him toward the restroom, a strong hand wrapped around my upper arm. Before I could react, Lucian had pulled me into a nearby stairwell.

"What are you playing at?" he demanded, his voice low but intense.

I looked up at him, trying to mask my fear. "I don't know what you mean."

"Don't play innocent with me," he growled. "I know exactly what you're doing."

His grip on my arm tightened slightly. "You think you can bear an heir for the Blackwood family? You think that will secure your position?"

I stared at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"The Blackwood family is watching," Lucian continued, ignoring my question. "Eleanor may be old, but she's not blind. And she's certainly not the only one with power in this family."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Remember who you're dealing with. The games you're playing have consequences."

I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. Lucian's eyes bored into mine, searching for something.

"Scheming against the Blackwood Family, you can't afford it," he said finally, releasing my arm.

I rubbed the spot where his fingers had dug into my skin. The warning was clear, even if I didn't fully understand the accusation.

As Lucian walked away, I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. The irony of his warning wasn't lost on me. He thought I was scheming, when in reality, I was the victim of Hadrian's deception.

What Lucian didn't know—what no one knew—was that Hadrian had a weak sperm condition. It had been diagnosed before our marriage, a secret I had kept to protect his pride.

I had never told anyone, not wanting to humiliate my mate by revealing his condition. Now, that loyalty seemed laughable.

My suspicions about Seraphina's child had begun the moment she announced her pregnancy. If Hadrian truly was the father, it would be nothing short of miraculous given his condition.

Yet another layer of complexity in this tangled web of lies and betrayal.

After I collected myself, I rejoined Hadrian in the hospital lobby. He was waiting with an anxious expression that transformed into relief when he spotted me.

"There you are," he said, rushing to my side. "I was getting worried."

The check-up completed, we walked to the car in silence. Hadrian kept shooting concerned glances my way.

"I'll cook dinner tonight," he offered as we drove home. "Whatever you want."

Once, this gesture would have warmed my heart. Now, I felt nothing but emptiness.

"That would be nice," I replied mechanically, staring out the window.

The car fell silent again, the space between us filled with unspoken words and shattered trust.