The Wolfless Omega: The Alpha's Runaway Bride

Chapter 13

Raine's Perspective

"Congratulations. You're pregnant. Four weeks along."

The doctor smiled at me. "Where's the father? Why didn't he come with you?"

My head was buzzing. The moment the words "the father" appeared, only one face surfaced in my mind—Ronan.

He was the only man I had ever been with. The child could only be his.

But how could I say that out loud? That the father was a werewolf Alpha? That was absurd!

"...The father is busy today." I smiled awkwardly and avoided the doctor's gaze.

"Alright." The doctor nodded, accepting my explanation without question, then proceeded to explain what I should watch for during pregnancy.

"During pregnancy, keep your mood positive. Avoid eating too much spicy or cold-natured food. Don't do strenuous exercise..."

The doctor's voice came in fragments, but my mind was completely blank, lost in confusion.

I had taken contraceptives on time all these years. How had I still gotten pregnant?

Should I... get rid of the child?

Would a child born like this have a hard life? Would it be a werewolf, or wolfless? How would a werewolf fit into human society? And if wolfless, would it repeat my fate?

I couldn't bear to think further. A sour ache rose in my chest.

I lowered my head and gently placed my hand over my belly.

Strange. It was still flat, yet I could almost feel the life growing inside.

"Look—this is the baby's heartbeat. This is the gift a great mother gives them."

I held my breath and followed the doctor's finger to the image on the screen.

Walking through the hospital lobby, I noticed a woman holding a small baby. She rocked the child gently in her arms, her face radiant with happiness.

She was like an angel bathed in holy light—dazzling and enviable.

I'm sorry. After a long inner struggle, I had to admit I couldn't bear to get rid of the child. I was even looking forward to its arrival.

I imagined a soft, sweet little body tottering into my arms, calling me "Mama" in that tender voice.

This was the most precious gift heaven had given me.

Warmth welled up in my heart, and I made my decision: I would give birth to this child, bound to me by blood, and live a warm life with my parents.

As for the father—that awful man—I would simply tell everyone he had died of illness!

My parents. I wanted to see them again so badly!

They would be happy. They loved children. I had grown up in a home full of love.

I rubbed the corner of my eye and realized it was already wet.

I went into town and bought a cheap phone, then logged into the social platform I hadn't touched in five years.

After fumbling around for a while, I managed to reach an old friend.

"Oh my god—is it really you, Raine?" A shocked female voice came through the line.

"...It's me, Helena. It's really me. Raine." The moment I heard her voice, tears of joy streamed down my face. I almost couldn't hold back.

"Oh my god, Raine... five years... where have you been? We all thought you were missing."

There should have been so much to say, but I fell silent. Five years. Too much had happened—too much to explain at once, and too painful to speak of.

After a long pause, I said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I can't explain everything right now. But I didn't disappear on purpose... I thought about you all every day..."

"Okay, okay. It's alright. Where are you now? Is there anything I can help with?"

"I want to say I'll be back soon. I wanted to ask about my parents—they seem to have changed their number. How have they been these five years? Do they still live in the same place?"

"Ah... that." There was a strange silence on the other end. "Well... they're fine. I'm still here. Anyway, nothing matters more than you being alive. We even held a funeral for you back then."

A burst of noise. Then she continued.

"So just come back soon. You'll see when you get here."

"Alright. Thank you, Helena." I was deeply grateful and said goodbye.

Staring at the ended call, I couldn't shake a vague sense of unease.

Maybe it was just the pregnancy making me emotionally sensitive.

Once I saw my parents, everything would be fine.

The next day, I boarded the train home.

The scenery along the way was beautiful. It had been so long since I had relaxed and enjoyed a journey. For five years, my entire life had revolved around Ronan. Omegas had no personal freedom at all.

I gently touched my belly and murmured, "Baby, you'll meet your grandparents soon."

As the road home grew more familiar, my heart grew more anxious. After five long years, I had finally returned to my hometown—a beautiful little town called Santa.

A woman was waiting for me at the town's entrance. She hadn't changed much from what I remembered.

Tears filled my eyes as I waved at her with all my might. "Helena! I'm here!"

"Raine! Finally! God, how did you get so thin? What happened to you?!"

"I'm really fine!" I hugged her tightly. "Thank you for coming to meet me."

After a long embrace, I finally voiced the concern weighing on my heart.

"Helena, I'm going home to see my parents. Will you come with me?"

Helena's expression dimmed. Her eyes began to dart away.

"Raine, I think... there's something I need to tell you... Your parents..." She bit her lip, as if the words were too hard to say.

"What? My parents?" The words instantly set my nerves on edge.

Looking at her hesitant expression, my anxiety only grew.

"My parents—what happened to them?! Please, tell me, Helena!"

She finally gathered her courage. "Your parents passed away."

I froze. Then I let out a disbelieving laugh. "Helena, you're joking, right? It's not funny."

"No, Raine. I'm not joking." She suddenly grabbed my hand, shaking her head through tears.

"Your parents died in a car accident a year ago."