The Deal With Her Alpha

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Vivian’s POV

Every day was the same, just like in the mansion. But this time around, it was more horrible because the men kept hitting me without considering the fact that I was pregnant. They came into the room each day, asked me the same set of questions, and when I gave them the exact same answers or no reply at all because I could barely find the strength to speak, they ended up beating me up to a pulp. Every single day.

I was already anticipating my death when they were at it again one day. The door suddenly burst open, and some men that I had never seen before barged in, charging towards us and dragging the men off me. I didn’t understand who the new men were, and I was barely even breathing to really care about who they were, but I knew who they were with at least when a familiar scent filled my nostrils. Axel. He was here to save me, and that was the last thing I remembered thinking about before I entered into the darkness called unconsciousness.

Axel’s POV

She was unconscious, I immediately realized when I bent down to carry her. There were bruises all over her body, and she also smelled very badly. These monsters had the audacity to do this to someone they knew was connected to me. I was going to show them that it was totally nuts to even try to think that mere wolves like them could compete with me and stand a chance of winning. It was impossible.

I was pissed at them and even more pissed at her, but since she was unconscious, I was going to have to wait until she regained her consciousness.

“Get the car ready immediately,” I yelled to one of my men, and he ran out while I followed behind him with Vivian in my arms, leaving the remaining men to handle the three miscreants who had done this to her. Before leaving, I turned back and addressed my men, “Make sure you bring them to the base for questioning and execution.”

We drove to the hospital, and the nurses quickly came out and put her on a trolley, pushing her into the treatment ward while I waited in the waiting room, hoping that nothing went wrong, especially with the baby.

Vivian’s POV

I groaned softly at the sharp pain I felt when I tried to turn on the bed. I could see that I was in a hospital, and the lights were too bright when I tried to open my eyes properly.

“You’re awake,” a gentle and soothing voice said from above me, and I looked up to see a smiling face of a man that looked both young and old at the same time. A typical doctor's face, I thought. I nodded to his question.

“And how do you feel?” he went on to ask, and my hand went to my stomach immediately.

“I don’t feel too well, but how is my baby? Is it going to be fine?” I asked, worried sick about the baby because it was going to be a big miracle if it was fine from all the beating I got from those men.

The doctor didn’t respond; instead, he hurriedly left the room, and in a few minutes, he came back with Axel right behind him. Once I saw him, my heartbeat increased. What was he going to say about the whole situation? He must have figured by now that I had left the house in the first place. He didn’t say anything to me, though; he barely even looked at me, and I felt my heart squeeze in pain.

The doctor cleared his throat, slicing into the thickness of the tension that was in the room with us. I couldn’t help but wonder why he had not answered my questions but gone to call Axel instead.

“So, I called you in here, sir, because I want to break the news to you both at the same time,” he started speaking, and I needed no soothsayer to tell me that there was a very big problem, and Axel knew it too.

“What has happened, doctor?” he asked, his gaze lingering on me for a moment, but I focused my gaze on the doctor, not taking my eyes off him. I was so scared.

The doctor sighed. “Well, I’m very sorry to break it down to you, but due to the physical trauma that the mother has been through, the embryo has been traumatized greatly too and has a very low chance of survival.”

My ear stung as the doctor spoke. What had he just said? That my baby was not going to make it? If that was the case, then I was as good as dead also, and as if confirming my thoughts, Axel screamed, “No! That can’t be possible. The baby would not make it?”

“It has a slim chance of survival,” the doctor tried to chip in, but it was clear that he was just trying to sugarcoat the whole thing.

“If the baby won’t make it, then you should cease the treatment at once instead of wasting any more time,” he announced. His face was stone cold, and I knew that his mind was already made up.

“But, sir, if we stop the treatment, then the mother too is going to be put in harm’s way, and I don’t think we want both baby and mother to end up dead.”

“I do not care. If the baby is going to die, then she,” he paused to look at me, “is better off dead too.” Our eyes met, and I wanted to look away, but something told me not to. Maybe he was going to change his mind, but I was very wrong. “If you had not left the house that day, then you know that you wouldn’t be here, but you did, and now you have to pay the consequences of your actions,” he turned back to the doctor. “I have told you what you have to do, and I expect it to be done immediately,” he didn’t wait for anyone to say anything before he walked out of the hospital room.