Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203

Violet’s POV:

I dragged myself back to the apartment, exhaustion weighing down every step. The door clicked shut behind me, and I’d barely made it three steps when the cramping hit-vicious, violent contractions that seized my lower abdomen and drove me to my knees.

My hand flew to the wall for support as I felt it: warm liquid trickling down my inner thigh. Blood.

The doctor’s warning echoed through my mind with brutal clarity: Maintain emotional stability. Extreme stress triggers uterine contractions. But how was 1 supposed to stay calm when the man who’d put this baby inside me had just condemned me as a liar in front of everyone?

My phone was in my hand before conscious thought caught up. Daemon was closest he could get me to the hospital faster.

The call connected, rang once, and disconnected.

He’d rejected it. Deliberately. Immediately.

Something inside my chest went cold. Of course. Of course he wouldn’t answer.

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I couldn’t think about that. Not now.

My fingers moved mechanically, dialing emergency services as another contraction ripped through me. I gave them the address through gritted teeth, my free hand pressed against my stomach as if I could somehow hold my daughter safe through sheer force of will.

The wait felt eternal.

The emergency room was a blur of harsh lights and urgent voices. A doctor appeared-middle-aged, competent, his face growing increasingly grave as he

reviewed the monitors.

“Miss Goldcrest,” he began gently but directly, “the fetal heartbeat is present but weak. You’re experiencing significant uterine contractions with heavy bleeding. Given your condition and stress levels, I need to be honest: the probability of carrying this pregnancy to term is less than twenty percent,”

Twenty percent. The numbers settled into my chest like stones.

“I want to be hospitalized for fetal preservation,” I interrupted, my voice stronger than I felt. “Whatever the odds

baby.”

do everything possible to save this

The doctor studied me, then nodded slowly. “We’ll adsut you immediately and start protocols. However, you’ll need a designated companion present— someone to handle logistics, assist with care, sign paperwork.”

The question highlighted just how alone I was in this city. My parents were back in Wildfire territory, and the man whose child I was fighting to save had just rejected my call. Which left only one option.

I pulled out my phone with shaking hands and called Evan.

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Chapter 203

Tvan arrived within twenty minutes, going straight to the nurses station to fill out whatever forms they needed. When he finally reached my bedside in the

VIP room, I was already hooked to multiple monitors, IV fluids running.

“Why didn’t you call me first? His ice was controlled, but I heard the anger beneath-not at me, but at the situation.

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. Because the truth-that I’d tried Daemon first and been rejected-felt too raw, too humiliating to speak aloud. I just turned my face toward the window, blinking back tears.

Evan seemed to understand my silence. He sat down heavily in the chair beside my bed, exhaling a long breath. After a moment, he spoke again, his tone

more measured.

“You need to tell Marcus and Eleanor,” he said quietly. “This isn’t something you can keep hiding, Violet, It’s not a minor issue anymore-this concerns your

life and the baby’s life. Your parents need to know.”

I closed my eyes, feeling fresh tears slip out despite my best efforts. “I know,” I whispered. “Just give me a few days. Once things stabilize a bit, I’ll figure out

how to tell them.”

The thought of my father’s reaction when he found out I was pregnant with Daemon’s child after the rejection ceremony made my stomach clench. But Evan was right-I couldn’t keep this secret much longer.

“Alright,’ Evan said, though his expression suggested he wasn’t entirely satisfied with my timeline. “But don’t wait too long. And in the meantime- His voice softened slightly. “Take care of yourself. Rest. Let your body heal.”

I nodded, one hand moving instinctively to rest over my stomach. For my daughter’s sake, I would do whatever it took.

The days blurred together after that–medication schedules, monitoring, Evan’s daily visits between his clinic hours. I spent most of my time staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to tell my parents, rehearsing conversations in my head that never felt quite right.

But before I could work up the courage to make that call, fate intervened in the worst possible way.

Three days after my admission, the door to my room opened without warning, and Celeste Morrison appeared in a wheelchair, pushed by Riley.

Seated in, Celeste was skeletal and hollow-faced, her baby-blue eyes enormous in her gaunt features. She looked like death wrapped in a hospital gown.

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