chapter 2
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Chapter Two
Ava's POV
"Are you pregnant?"
The word hung in the air, sharp and heavy, as if the room itself had stopped breathing. I froze, staring at my father's hard, unyielding eyes. My mind screamed for me to deny it, but my body betrayed me. I felt my stomach churn again, and before I could answer, I bolted from my chair and rushed to the bathroom.
I leaned over the toilet, vomiting violently onto the tile floor as my knees hit it. My body heaved, and tears blurred my eyes. I heard the angry tromp of my father's feet as he approached.
By the time I straightened, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, he was framed in the doorway. His face was twisted in rage-incredulous.
"Get dressed," he growled-low and final. "We're going to the pack hospital. Now."
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I sat silent on the ride to the hospital, my hands shaking in my lap. My little sister Lily had stayed behind, but the weight of my father's anger filled the car. He didn't say a word, but it was unbearable.
By the time we got to where we were going, the pack doctor Dr. Monroe beamed at us with a bright smile that fell at my dad's expression upon entry.
"Alpha Donovan," Dr. Monroe regarded gravely with an incline of his head. "What can I do for you?"
"We need a test run," Dad cut to the point with his chin motioned towards me. "Now."
Dr. Monroe looked at me with a flicker of concern and said, "Of course. Right this way."
It didn't take that long, but it felt like an eternity. My dad paced the room, his boots thudding against the tiled floor. I sat on the exam table, my stomach in knots. I wanted to believe there was still a chance I wasn't pregnant, that all of this was just some kind of terrible misunderstanding.
But when Dr. Monroe returned with the result, it was written across his face.
"It's positive," he whispered, the clipboard shaking in his hands as his hevfear for me.
My father tensed from head to toe. "Do it again," he growled.
Dr. Monroe fumbled a moment, before he nodded. "Of course, Alpha".
Another test. Another eternity waited. When that second test finally came back, that same result was the outcome.
"It's confirmed," Dr. Monroe said. "She's pregnant.
The room seemed to tilt, and I grasped the edge of the exam table to steady myself. My father whirled on me, crimson with anger.
"Who?"
I opened my mouth and said nothing.
"Who is the father?" he yelled as if the walls needed an answer too.
I shrunk down, my heartbeat fast as I couldn't answer-not in front of him.
What should i say that the father of my child is his greatest enemy.
"I… I don't know," I lied, my voice barely above a whisper.
My father's eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare lie to me, Ava. I won't ask again. Who. Is. The. Father?"
Tears brimmed my eyes. I could feel the walls closing in on me. Finally, I broke. "It's Alpha Keal," I whispered.
The room fell deathly silent.
My father stared at me, shock and growing rage across his face. "Alpha Keal?" he repeated in that low dangerous tone again. "You mean to tell me that he, my greatest enemy, the one who has brought nothing but pain to this pack, is the father of your child?"
I nodded, unable to meet his eyes.
"You've disgraced this family," he shouted, his whole body quivering with anger. "How could you be so stupid? Do you know what you've done?"
"I didn't mean it to happen," I stammered, the words shaking out of me.
"MEANT IT TO HAPPEN?" he roared all over again. "You shamed me, shamed this pack! You messed everything we stand for!
My father turned to Dr. Monroe, his voice cold, commanding. "Schedule the procedure. I want this taken care of immediately."
My heart stopped. "What?"
"An abortion," my father said bluntly. "This child is a mistake, and I will not have it in this pack."
"No," I said, shaking my head.
His eyes snapped to mine. "What did you say?"
"I said no," I repeated, my voice firm yet shaking.
Ava, " he said cold as ice. "You will do as I say. You will get rid of this child."
My face wet with tears as I stared at him. "I won't kill my baby. I know I made a mistake but we should sort it with something else not this"
"This is not a request," he snapped. "It is an order. You do this, or you can no longer be part of this pack. Those are the choices.
My breath hitched as his words sank in. Leave the pack? My home? My family? The life I’d always known? The thought terrified me, but the idea of ending my baby’s life was worse.
I stood up, my legs shaky but my resolve strong. “I won’t kill my child, Father. I’m sorry.”
He stared at me in one long moment, his face unyielding and hard. "Then you are no daughter of mine.
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