The Deal With Her Alpha

Chapter 14

14

Axel's POV

I was pissed at everyone, but especially Vivian, my mate.

Calling her my mate felt a bit strange, but no matter how weird I thought it was, whenever I was around her, there was always this force that just made me want to be close to her. But now she had gone and left the house, putting the baby and herself in danger. She should have just stayed indoors. I knew why I had asked her not to go anywhere. I had enemies everywhere, and she was an easy target if they ever got the chance. And she had presented them with the perfect opportunity by leaving the house to see her grandmother and sister.

Why hadn't she just asked me if she could go? I would have figured out a way to take her to see them. But now she had run off, and I didn't know where she was. Luckily, I had an idea who had taken her, and I immediately alerted the guys. Soon, we were headed for the hideout of my most hated competitor. The place was in a whole different country, but it was only about a five-hour journey with my private jet.

We landed in the country, and it didn't take us long to find where they were keeping her. It was a small house that could pass as a tourist location, but they weren't that smart about hiding it because we found it very quickly. I was fuming as I burst the door open with a simple kick. My men were definitely stronger than them, so I watched as they took them all down. I stormed into the house right behind them, only to find her on the floor, tied up and almost unconscious. The sight of her nearly unconscious made my heart clench in pain. How dare they do this to her, especially in her condition? I was going to deal with them specially, but for now, I needed to save the life of my mate and my child.

"Hurry up! Get her into the car and take us straight to the hospital," I commanded. I watched them scramble to do as I said. The drive to the hospital wasn't long at all, and the nurses immediately took us in. I watched as they wheeled her away into the hospital room. The wait afterward was excruciatingly long. I was so nervous about what was happening behind those hospital walls. I didn't know how I would react if the news turned out to be terrible.

I was still lost in thought when the doctor finally came out of the room and walked straight towards me.

"Is everything alright, doctor?" I asked, not liking the grim look on his face at all. When he didn't respond to my first question, I asked again, "Is she alright, doctor? How's the baby?" I needed answers, and I needed them right then.

"Please come with me, sir," he said. Without waiting for a reply, he turned around and started walking back to the hospital room. I had no choice but to follow him. I entered the room after him and saw Vivian lying down on the bed, looking so tired. My heart did that thing it usually did whenever I was near her, and all I wanted to do was go to her and whisper in her ears that everything was going to be fine. But I didn't. Instead, I focused all my attention on the doctor because even though I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be alright (not that I knew it was), I was still very upset that she had decided to run away from the house when she could have simply asked for my permission. I would have figured something out.

The doctor started speaking, and all through his explanation of what was wrong, it felt like I was drowning. The baby wasn't likely to survive? What was he saying? I didn't know when I screamed, "No! The baby won't make it?"

"Well, it has a low chance of survival," the doctor replied, but I knew what he meant. The room fell silent with no one saying anything. I was boiling with rage. I didn't even know when the words came out, but I told the doctor to stop treatment on her if it was already certain the baby wasn't going to make it, and I walked out of the room without sparing a glance at her. She had caused this. The baby was very important to me and and she had gone and done this. I was starting to get a headache.

My anger was justified, but I knew I hadn't reacted the right way. However, my ego wouldn't let me take back my words. Instead, I called out to my men, and we got in the cars and left the hospital.

Throughout the ride, I couldn't stop thinking about what the doctor had said. This was entirely Vivian's fault. Why did she have to leave the house and put our child at risk? She was pregnant, for goodness' sake, and she had shown that she didn't care about the baby at all. Was that because she was not happy that the child belonged to me too? There were a lot of questions going through my mind, but the guilt of what I was about to do was much greater. This was an entirely different country. How was she going to cope if I left her alone without any money or means of livelihood?

"Turn the car around," I instructed, my voice low but he had heard me because of how silent the car was. In a louder voice, I said, "We're going back to the hospital. Inform the others." I watched him bring out the little cellphones for swift communication and he announced that we were returning to the hospital. I needed to be there for Vivian because even though she caused this, I couldn't forget that it was a mistake and not intentional, even though it could have been avoided.