You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 24
“Stop being so fucking dramatic. It looks worse than it is.”
“You’re a liar! I heard them screaming and begging!”
“They were begging for me to save their Alpha, which I did - when he had told me what I needed to know. He took a little persuasion, hence all of this,” he gestured to his torso, “but we got there in the end. The other screams you heard were from the damage my wolves caused and I assure you they received their punishment, I told them that no one was to get hurt. I won’t lie to you, Violet. We’ve destroyed their entire pack, everything is currently burning or ripped apart, but they lost no lives. I promise you.”
“Do you think that makes it any better? They’ve lost their homes, their livelihood! You’ve destroyed everything they ever had, and you think it’s okay because you spared a few lives? You should never have been there in the first place! You’re a monster! Why would the Moon Goddess pair me with you? I don’t live my life this way! What could he possibly have known that would have justified burning their pack to the ground?” I screamed in fright as he climbed completely in the van, closing the door behind him, and leaving us in darkness.
“Sit down, little one. I think it’s about time I told you the story of who I am. Maybe then, you might understand.”
Chapter 6
Ryssa
“My deepest condolences, Luna, the baby didn’t make it.” A silent tear rolled down my face as the pack doctor confirmed my worst fears.
Of course, Drake didn’t bother to wait for me to come around from surgery before he demanded answers from the doctor. My health and wellbeing had long since ceased to be important to him. Now was the time to secure an heir and perform my Luna duties, whatever the cost. This was our third pregnancy, and this time we had made it to the third trimester - the furthest we had ever gone. Werewolves were pregnant for six months in total and I had made it to a week off my due date. Almost six months of being unable to shift, of constant worry and fear. It had been a trying period for us all, but we had made it. Our pup had shown to be a healthy baby on every scan we had been for, and I had finally allowed myself to feel some hope. Everything happened for a reason, and though I would always grieve the babies I had lost; this was meant to be. There was a reason the Gods had permitted this baby to live, against all the odds. I knew that he was destined for great things. The closer my due date crept, the more I allowed myself to fall in love with this miracle I was growing.
The doctors had been amazing, keeping me under constant observation, and a scan the week before my due date had shown the baby was slightly behind on their growth, but nothing to be concerned about.
I had been right to be suspicious at the looks the doctors threw at each other when they thought I couldn’t see. I knew something was wrong and, as I hit twenty-three weeks, my fears were confirmed when my waters broke. Twenty-three weeks and three days, I delivered our baby via C-section. A team of professionals snatched him away, my mate following hot on their heels. They left me on the operating table, still unable to move from the anaesthetic as I heard them frantically trying to save my baby’s life. I barely registered the alarm on the young doctor’s face, I didn’t notice the blood that was pooling around me, leaking onto the floor. I felt nothing. All I could focus on was the shadows in the next room. They seemed so chaotic, so rushed. What were they doing? Why weren’t they remaining calm? This was their job! They had to save my baby; they had to!
The young doctor left in charge of sealing my wound sounded the alarm and before I could register what was happening, they injected me with a general anaesthetic, and I floated away into the darkness.
I had suffered a haemorrhage, so Drake told me. From this moment on, I would be unable to carry my own baby, the only way to save my life had been through a complete hysterectomy. Drake took pleasure in telling me the only reason they saved me was because of the mating bond. As strong as he was, if his wolf lost mine, there was no telling what he would do. At least our wolves had bonded properly, even if Drake and I could no longer stand to be in the same room. He showed me no mercy as he listed all the reasons he would have been happy to let me bleed out on the operating table, but ultimately the pack could not afford to lose their Alpha, their Luna, and the only heir to the pack all in the same day. I asked about my baby in a croaky whisper, my throat dry and hoarse from the breathing tube and dehydration.
Drake gave me a hard look and told me I had failed, that the baby was small and weak, his chances slim. My mate offered no comfort as he laid down all my faults, a huge list of everything I had done wrong in my pregnancy and the damage it had caused. As soon as he finished his shouting he stormed out of the room in search of answers regarding his son.
I flinched as I heard Drake tear apart the consultation room, his roar ripping through the entire hospital floor. Our poor baby had been starved of oxygen throughout the entire birthing process.
The doctor tried calming him down,