Filed to story: Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna’s Death (Evelyn & Declan)
All his employees.
The lie tasted foul.
I stood at the edge of the hallway, soaked and shivering, clutching my burning child while they glowed together.
My vision tunneled. The crowd blurred, their words muffled by the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.
The only color I could see was the soft, rosy flush of Sophia’s face.
Their easy closeness, his hand on her shoulder, the way she smiled up at him-made something inside me crack.
I had stopped loving him long ago. But hate, hate still burned like a wildfire through my veins.
How dare he parade around with her while our daughter burned in my arms?
How dare he, the great Alpha of the Ironclaw pack, used his power to trample on ordinary people? Should everyone in the hospital needing treatment suffer because his love interest had an injury?.
Lana whimpered softly, her small body trembling. I looked down-and saw him in her. The same curve of her lips. The same stubborn brow.
I pressed her closer, whispering fiercely, “Don’t look, baby. Don’t you dare look at them.”
When I’d stood beside him as the Crawford Group’s lead attorney and wife, I’d never seen that warmth in his eyes.
I’d fought for him, bled for his company, and he’d cast me out like a dog.
Now I was exactly that-a stray among wolves in fine suits.
I lowered my head, my damp hair falling into my eyes, hiding the bitter smile that twisted my lips.
My plain clothes, my shaking hands, my daughter burning against my chest, everything about me screamed out of place in his world.
Lana’s fever was getting worse. Her skin burned against my palm, heat radiating like a furnace. If I didn’t get it down soon, I could lose her. The thought alone made my wolf stir anxiously inside me, pacing, whining, restless beneath my skin.
I couldn’t afford to wait another minute.
Pushing aside the hatred still smoldering in my chest for Declan, I forced myself to focus and hurried out of the hospital.
Declan’s POV
A few minutes earlier, Sophia lay sprawled across the pristine sheets of the VIP ward, her ankle elevated on a silken pillow. She looked very fragile.
She pointed at the faint scratch on her ankle, her eyes blinking pitifully. “Declan, it’s not going to get infected, is it? It hurts so much.”
I glanced at the mark and then at her scared face. My voice was low and firm as I instructed. “Get the hospital director. Tell him to bring every relevant doctor to check on Sophia.”
“Yes, Alpha Declan!” the nurse stammered before bolting from the room.
Sophia’s lips parted, her expression softening as she reached for my hand. “You’re always so serious,” she murmured, a gentle pout forming.
I didn’t take her hand. Instead, I stood beside the bed, my expression impassive, my hands clasped behind my back.
When Marcus, the hospital director, burst in moments later, his nervous scent filled the room. “Alpha Declan,” he said, his voice careful, “I’ve assembled the doctors. We’ll have Ms. Darwin examined immediately.”
He gave the wound one glance, his mouth twitching slightly, but one look at me silenced whatever thought crossed his mind. He bowed quickly and rushed to fulfill my command.
As always.
Soon, I wheeled Sophia out of the room and into the corridor as we headed to the venue for her checkup.
We met Marcus and some doctors on their way to us.
Marcus made some remarks and some light conversations were exchanged.
Just then, I spotted a figure who stood to the side.
It was a woman, she looked thin, wore worn out clothes and was clutching something small to her chest.
My pulse stuttered. A strange familiarity tugged at me.
She glanced up and I caught the faintest glimpse of her pale face. Her eyes looked gaunt and defiant.
A sharp pang stabbed at my chest, my brows furrowing.
Could that be Evelyn?
My wolf rumbled within me.
My lungs tightened painfully. My hand twitched at my side before I caught myself.
No. It couldn’t be.
I lowered my gaze, processing my thought but the next time I looked up, she wasn’t there anymore. She had vanished from sight.
At that moment, something sharp and primal tore through my chest.
Instinct, raw and undeniable.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I left Sophia and rushed off, Ignoring everyone’s startled looks, my strides long and unrelenting.
Was that really her? If it was, why can I not sense her scent? She was still my mate afterall. We haven’t severed our bond yet.
I reached the nurse’s station near the exit, my breath ragged. But she was gone, completely.
A gust of cold air swept in from the open door, tugging at my suit jacket. My wolf growled low in my chest, restless and furious. Where had she gone to?
My fists clenched, my knuckles whitening. I scanned every corner but she was nowhere.
“Evelyn…” The name slipped out before I could stop it, low and rough, barely more than a whisper.
The nurse’s voices cut through my haze.
“Poor woman. Her kid was burning up with a fever. Too bad she got caught in this mess and had to leave with her baby,” one of them murmured.
Her kid?
The words hit me harder than a punch. My head snapped toward them. The two nurses didn’t even notice me, their casual chatter spilling into the empty hallway.
For a long moment, I just stood there, frozen. My wolf went utterly still, listening, straining.
Evelyn had a child?
Declan’s POV
No. That couldn’t be right.
My pulse thundered in my ears. I rubbed at my forehead, trying to chase away the thoughts clawing through my mind.
Maybe it wasn’t her. Maybe I was losing it. Too much stress, too many sleepless nights.
That had to be it.
I exhaled slowly, forcing the tension from my shoulders. Just as I did, movement caught my attention.
Sophia being wheeled toward me, pale but composed, her gaze already locked on me.
“Not heading to the exam room?” I asked, forcing my voice into something steady. The tone felt foreign and hollow.
Sophia’s lower lip trembled, her eyes glassy with hurt. “You left me back there, Declan. You know I hate going to the hospital alone for checkups.”
Normally, I’d have reached for her hand. Said something soft. But right now, my chest still burned from the thought of all that just happened.
She frowned when I didn’t answer. “What’s wrong?”
Her question cut through me. She followed my gaze toward the doors, but of course-there was nothing there.
“I thought I saw someone I knew,” I said finally, keeping my tone cool and detached. “Guess I was wrong.”
Her shoulders relaxed slightly. “Oh. Alright.”
She nodded.
I stood there in silence, every instinct in me still coiled tight.
My wolf’s voice was a low rumble in my mind.
She was here. That woman was our mate.
I swallowed hard, my jaw tightening.
If that really was Evelyn…
