He Wanted Me Gone, Now He Wants Me Back

002: The Test

ELENA’S POV

That night, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling as shadows stretched and shifted in the pale moonlight. The quiet wasn’t peaceful—it was oppressive, like a weight pressing down on my chest. I turned over, then back again, the sheets rustling in the silence.

Where was Aiden? Why hadn’t he come back?

The clock on the nightstand ticked with maddening precision. Midnight blurred into one, then two. My heart kept its own irregular tempo—a relentless drumbeat of doubt and fear.

I thought about going to find him in the guest room, but I figured he needed space to cool down, even though I was the one whose heart had been torn apart just a while ago.

When sleep finally claimed me, it was fleeting and fractured—more a reluctant surrender than a reprieve.

Morning came too soon, sunlight prying through the curtains with cruel indifference. My eyes opened to an unwelcoming sight: the empty space beside me.

The hollow ache in my chest tightened like a fist. Without thinking, I grabbed my robe and stepped into the hallway. The cold floor beneath my feet grounded me just enough to keep moving.

The guest room. Maybe he’d gone there. Maybe he needed space after last night’s argument. My fingers trembled as I pushed the door open, my breath catching.

The bed was untouched, the room sterile in its silence.

“Aiden?” My voice cracked, swallowed by the oppressive stillness as I descended the stairs. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of unanswered questions bearing down.

In the living room, one of the staff, Marisol, was straightening the cushions, her movements brisk and precise. She glanced up as I entered, her eyes flitting over me with hesitation.

“Marisol,” I began, my voice a strained whisper. “Have you seen Aiden this morning?”

Her hands paused mid-adjustment. The flicker of discomfort in her expression told me everything I didn’t want to hear.

“The Alpha left last night, Luna,” she said softly, her gaze dropping. “He hasn’t come back yet.”

Her words hit me like a blow to the chest, stealing my breath. Left. Aiden never left—not like this. Not without telling me.

I staggered into my room, my hands fumbling for my phone. The screen lit up as I dialed, the ringtone a cruel mockery of hope. Voicemail. Again. And again.

“Aiden, please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Just… call me back.”

Silence filled the house, an unwelcome guest that lingered in every corner. That morning, I sat at the table, staring at the untouched breakfast laid out before me—toast, eggs, coffee. It felt foreign, like it belonged to someone else’s life.

After finishing my meal, I remembered my doctor’s appointment. Last week, I hadn’t been feeling well, and it was Aiden who had insisted I see a doctor. His concern had felt genuine then—a far cry from the man who had walked out on me last night.

I grabbed my bag and left the house, my heart heavy with worry. As I drove to the hospital, I couldn’t shake the questions swirling in my mind. Where was Aiden? Why hadn’t he come home? And what would today’s test results reveal?

I sat in the hospital lobby, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my blouse. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the distant murmur of conversations filled the space.

Every few seconds, I glanced at my phone, willing it to buzz with a response from Aiden. Nothing. Not a text, not a call. My messages sat unanswered, and every ring to his number still went straight to voicemail.

I sighed, fighting the lump rising in my throat. The ache in my chest was unbearable, but I kept telling myself that he’d call back, that he couldn’t ignore me forever. I stared at the screen again, my finger hovering over the call button, debating whether to try him one more time.

“Elena Smith?”

The nurse’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I quickly slipped my phone into my bag and stood. “That’s me,” I said, forcing a polite smile as I followed her into the doctor’s office.

Dr. Ana greeted me with her usual warm smile, gesturing for me to sit across from her. I settled into the chair, my stomach twisting with nervous anticipation.

Aiden’s words from last night echoed in my mind, his harsh accusations still fresh and raw. What if the test results revealed something was wrong with me?

“I hope you’re feeling better,” Dr. Ana began as she opened my file.

“I am,” I said, though my voice came out quieter than I intended.

She scanned the papers for a moment before looking up at me with a smile that caught me off guard. Then she stood and extended her hand toward me.

“Congratulations, Elena,” she said warmly, her eyes shining. “You’re pregnant.”