Chapter Three
Escaping him
“She’s a few weeks pregnant, Alpha.” The gray-haired and bearded doctor says, bowing in fright and backing away from me.
Cold shivers wind up my nerves at the news. My hand drops shakily to my stomach and picturing that a child is growing in there makes my heart flip in horror.
Because it isn't just any child. It's the child of the man who ruined my damn life. How can I be carrying his seed? It's the most heart-wrenching ending to our gruesome story. It's like a resounding slap to my face, helping him grow his lineage when he literally ended mine by killing my mate.
Nothing about this is comforting or exciting. Maybe years back, I pictured how thrilled I'd be when I got pregnant with my first child. But right now, there's no thrill in me. Not even the tiniest.
“Leave us,” Diego says the words and in the next few seconds, the doctor already scurried off.
“I'm not keeping this child.” I seethe, staring daggers at him. But my vision of his ruggedly handsome but terrifying face gets blurred by hot tears.
“You have no choice, Sofia. You're gonna keep it.”
“I'm not!”
“You will!” He snaps, stomping a foot. “You know why? Because that's gonna be my heir and you don't wanna mess with it!”
“Have your heir with someone else!” I didn't mean to shriek but this whole thing is slowly driving me crazy. “I can barely stand the sight of you. What makes you think I'm gonna think of this child any nicer?”
His face knots and his eyes squint. He glances at the door of my room and back at me. I realized a little too late he was just trying to control a surging anger.
I guess my words struck a nerve. Or it's just him being a beast and having reckless anger issues.
“You can't stand the sight of me?” He repeats, his voice is terrifyingly husky as he takes a step at a time to the edge of the bed where I'm seated.
I lean back, sucking in sharp breaths and swallowing the lump in my throat. I hate him being this close to me. Not just because I find him repulsing but because my heart seems to spiral at our proximity. My body tends to crave the sick things he'd done to me since he trapped me here. In his hell.
“Why? Because I'm really repulsive or…” his voice drops an octave as his fingers trail my thighs, drawing an imaginary circle on the spot. “...or are you just lying to yourself?”
My breathing is labored, and I push his hand off, but he grabs my face instead, yanking it closer.
“You're staying here, Sofia. Don't fucking fight it. You'll stay here and have my child. So you might as well get comfortable with my presence.”
His eyes linger on my lips, and he tries to lean in, but I force my face out of his grip and look away. But that's never stopped him from forcefully kissing me.
He stays for seconds and then moves back; thankfully, he goes closer to the door and leaves the room.
His exit calms my heart heavily. Did he say to get comfortable? Never. Be it today, tomorrow, or in a month, I'll leave. I get the hell out of here. I swear it.
NINE MONTHS LATER…
“Congratulations, Ma'am. You just gave birth to twins. A boy and a girl…”
The doctor smiles at me as I stare at the two baby cots with exhaustion. Tears melt my eyes knowing I can never not undo their existence. But if given a choice, I wouldn't want to.
I haven't even held them in my arms yet but I already love them. I'm not considering hurting them. But I most certainly can't take them back to that hellish mansion with me.
They deserve so much more than to grow up in a place as toxic and terrifying as that mansion. I don't care if they're his kids, they're also mine. And as their mother, I should try to get them a better life. Something far better than what I have and it's not in that mansion.
“You should rest, Ma'am. The Alpha is on his way…”
“Please, please, don't tell him anything.” I plead in tears, holding the doctor's hands. “Don't tell him that I already gave birth. Don't tell him about the babies…”
“I'm sorry, Ma'am. But I already did.” The doctor replies, swiftly taking my hand off his body. He has a bland but genuine apologetic smile on his face. It makes me unable to lash out at him for being a blabbermouth. I mean, he's very much terrified of Diego, and he won't wanna do anything to get him on Diego's bad side; I understand that.
But what do I do now? Tears leave my eyes as I stare at my babies again. How do I save them from their monster of a father?
“I'm really sorry, Ma'am.” The doctor bows and takes counted steps out of the room.
My head turns to the side as I mourn for my pending agony. An agony I just may never escape from…
“Do you really wanna get away from him?” A voice, deep and unsettling, startles me. I turn and there's another doctor. I mean, he has the outlook (white robe and all), but he's young. Handsome and has a warm glint in his eyes. A bit of contrast to the coldness that lies in Diego's eyes.
I take a sharp breath, still staring at him. “What…what did you say?”
“Do you really wanna get away from him?” He repeated the same question, proving that I wasn't hallucinating.
“From…who?” I stutter.
“Alpha Diego.” He replies, standing in front of me. My silence stretches, and he must have taken it as a ‘yes’ because, in the next second, he smiles and softly brushes his fingers on my forehead.
“I can help you escape from this hospital. I can take you far away from him. I can do that if you let me.”
His words are too good to be true. Who is he? How did he know that I wanna run away? And why does he seem enthusiastic to help me? Why doesn't he seem to have the usual terror for Diego that everyone else's have?
“Who are you?” I ask, hating how quickly I'm already considering taking on his offer. I must be really desperate.
“You can stay here and interrogate me. Or you can come with me already and I'll answer your questions on the way. Make a choice and be fast. Alpha Diego and his men will be here soon.”
Those words send me into a frenzy, and the next minute, I'm up and grabbing my baby girl. He grabs the boy and we sneak out of the room. He seems to know the hospital very well as he takes me through isolated routes, back doors, and an elevator and then we were out of the building and hurrying into his car.
I turn around and spot Diego's entourage coming into the hospital premises. But we are driving away at a speed.
I take a deep breath the second we pass the borders, leaving Diego's pack. I hope I never see him again.