Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173

Violet’s POV:

The fluorescent lights of Silver Ridge Clinic blurred past as Daemon kicked through the emergency room doors. His arms locked around me with a force that made breathing difficult. My body trembled against his

chest. The warmth spreading down my thighs had stopped, but the cramping in my lower abdomen

continued in waves.

“I need a doctor now.” Daemon’s voice cut through the noise, sharp with Alpha command. The pressure of

his authority rolled through the space. I felt every wolf in the vicinity bow their heads in submission.

Within minutes, a tall woman in a white coat appeared. Dr. Helena Chase, according to her name tag. Her

sharp gray eyes assessed me with clinical efficiency. I caught the subtle flare of her nostrils as she

approached. She was testing my scent.

“Examination room three,” she said. “Mr. Blackwood, you’ll need to wait outside.”

“I’m not leaving her.” Daemon’s arms tightened around me.

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Dr. Chase’s expression didn’t change. “Hospital policy. The patient needs privacy during the examination.”

Daemon’s jaw clenched. Finally, he carried me into the examination room and set me down on the bed. “I’ll

be right outside,” he said. Then he turned and walked to the door. I noticed he positioned himself where he

could see through the small window.

The door clicked shut. Dr. Chase moved with practiced efficiency. She helped me remove my blood–stained

pants. The evidence of what I’d been hiding was laid bare under the harsh lights.

“How far along?” she asked. Her fingers moved to palpate my abdomen with gentle pressure.

“Seven weeks,” I whispered. “Is she–is my baby okay?”

Dr. Chase didn’t answer immediately. She pulled over an ultrasound machine. Cold gel touched my stomach.

The transducer pressed against my skin. Suddenly there it was on the screen. That tiny flicker of movement.

My daughter’s heartbeat, faint but present.

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“The heartbeat is there,” Dr. Chase said. Her tone was carefully neutral. “But it’s weaker than I’d like to see. Your cervix is showing signs of early dilation. This is a threatened miscarriage, Miss Goldcrest. You need immediate hospitalization. Progesterone injections and complete bed rest for at least two weeks.”

The words hit me like physical blows. I stared at the screen, at that tiny flickering light.

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“I’m going to need to inform the father,” Dr. Chase continued. She reached for the door. “Mr. Blackwood has

a right to know about-”

“No.” My hand shot out. I gripped her wrist. “Please. He’s not my mate anymore. This is my choice to make

alone.”

Dr. Chase paused. Her gray eyes studied me. I could see the conflict on her face.

“I’ll respect your decision,” she said finally. Her voice was quiet. “But as your doctor, I’m strongly advising

you to reconsider. The stress of keeping this secret alone could be just as dangerous.”

She released my wrist and moved toward the door. When she opened it, Daemon immediately straightened.

“How is she?” he demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Miss Goldcrest is suffering from severe anemia and hormonal imbalance due to acute stress,” Dr. Chase said

smoothly. “She needs to be hospitalized for observation and treatment. I’m arranging a private room for her

now.”

Daemon’s eyes narrowed slightly. But Dr. Chase met his gaze steadily. After a moment, he nodded and

pushed past her into the room.

I’d been moved to a VIP single room within the hour. A nurse had administered the first progesterone

injection. Now an IV drip fed nutrients into my system.

Daemon sat in the chair beside my bed. He’d been silent since Dr. Chase left. I could feel his gaze on me.

“You scared me tonight,” he said finally. His voice carried an edge of vulnerability I hadn’t heard in years. “I

thought-” He stopped. His jaw clenched.

His hand moved toward mine where it rested on the blanket. But the moment his skin brushed mine, I felt

my muscles tense. He must have felt it too. He redirected the gesture. He adjusted my pillow instead.

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I looked at him then. I saw the genuine concern in those blood–red eyes. For a moment, I felt my resolve

waver. Maybe I should tell him. Maybe he deserved to know about his daughter.

“Daemon,” I started. “I need to tell you some—”

My phone buzzed loudly on the bedside table. Daemon’s gaze flicked to the screen. I saw his expression

shift. The caller ID read “Celeste.”

He stared at it for several seconds. I knew what he was thinking. Celeste was hurt too. Celeste needed him

too.

I made the decision for him. “Go,” I said. My voice was ice. “She needs you.”

Daemon’s jaw clenched. “She’s injured because of tonight’s chaos,” he said. “I need to make sure-”

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