Eloise's POV
The doctor is lying. She doesn't know what she's saying. If she did, she would know better than to say it at all because what she suggests is impossible. I know, because my benefactor promised.
And he has never been wrong before.
If he says everything will be fine, then it will be. All I have to do is be a good girl and do what he says, and he'll take care of everything else.
He'll help me keep my baby.
He wanted me to get pregnant, said it was important to preserve our bloodline. He won't let me fail.
He won't.
"You must be mistaken," I frown as Dr. Davenport finishes her examination, placing her speculum down on a tray. "My child is fine. Perfect. He's Logan's son, he's a strong pup."
"Your child is dying," Dr. Davenport sighs as she looks away, but not before
