Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149

“Take care of yourself, Elsa.” Miranda’s eyes lingered on me. “And

don’t be a stranger. The house isn’t the same without you.”

As if I’d ever voluntarily set foot in that pack den again. I’d rather cut

off my own foot.

Dr. Matthews was petite with graying hair and sharp eyes that missed

nothing. She reviewed my chart with pursed lips before looking up at

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“Your blood pressure is elevated, Ms. Hale,” she said. “And you’ve lost

weight since your last visit. Are you under stress?”

I laughed, the sound hollow even to my ears. “You could say that.” My

leg bounced nervously under the examination table, and I forced it to

stop.

She ran through a standard examination, her hands clinical and

impersonal as she pressed on my abdomen. I winced sharply when

she hit a tender spot, hissing through my teeth.

“Still experiencing pain since the miscarriage?” she asked.

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“Yes,” I admitted, my fingers twisting the paper gown until it tore. “Especially when…” I trailed off, heat rising to my cheeks.

“During sexual intercourse?” she supplied matter–of–factly.

I nodded, remembering Drake’s rough handling on the yacht. The mixture of pain and pleasure had been confusing, my body responding even as my mind rebelled. “It’s like being stabbed with a hot poker when he… when anyone…” I stammered, unable to finish.

“Ms. Hale,” Dr. Matthews set down her clipboard, her expression serious. “Your chart indicates you experienced a miscarriage three months ago. Did you follow the aftercare instructions?”

The guilt hit me like a physical blow. I’d been so caught up in work, in keeping Drake at arm’s length while fulfilling my contract obligations, that I’d skipped the follow–up appointments. I’d taken the antibiotics but ignored the rest.

“Not exactly,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. I stared at my

hands, unable to meet her eyes.

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Dr. Matthews sighed. “You need to reduce your stress levels, Ms. Hale. And avoid pulling all–nighters, which I suspect you’ve been doing based on those dark circles under your eyes.”

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I nodded mechanically, my throat tight. My fingers twisted a loose

thread on my shirt until it snapped.

“But what concerns me most,” she continued, her voice dropping, “is

the condition of your uterine lining. The scarring from the miscarriage, combined with your history of endometriosis, has

created complications.”

My mouth went dry, and I swallowed hard, tasting copper. “What kind of complications?” My voice cracked on the last word.

Her eyes held mine, sympathy mixing with professional detachment. “You already had a predisposition that made conception difficult. After a miscarriage like yours, followed by inadequate recovery… I have to be honest with you. If you want to become pregnant in the future, the difficulty level will be significantly higher.”

The room seemed to tilt. My ears rang, and for a moment I thought I might pass out. “Are you saying I can’t have children?” The words scraped my throat like broken glass.

“Not impossible,” she clarified, “but much more challenging. You’d likely need medical intervention, and even then, the success rates would be lower than average.”

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