The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: One Hundred & Twenty Two

Valka

Lilith comes tearing into the room, eyes-wide, chest heaving. The physician is bent over me, a man in his late-fifties, brows furrowed in concentration.

Rafael stepped out a moment ago, because apparently I now reek because I’m pregnant, leaving me alone with the male.

I’m pregnant.

Somewhere, beneath the ribs that cage me, something lives.

My fingers curl with th need to touch my stomach, feel it, but the binds won’t let me.

My throat burns. The thought of Lucien, of this, of this child, another chance at the worst possible time, unravels me. He should be here. He should have been the first to know. To laugh, to touch me there, to whisper some fool promise about protecting what we made.

I swallow a sob, biting on my bottom lip until it bleeds as I watch the physician’s fingers move adeptly back and forth between my stomach and my pulse.

"Are you certain?" Lilith asks, her hands clenching the metal tightly enough to wring it. When the doctor nods, she cusses under her breath and begins pacing, biting on her nail bed until it bleeds. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she looked concerned. Or panicky.

The physician draws back. "I will need to prepare the tonics--"

"No," Lilith says, thrusting a hand forward. "The child stays."

The physician’s expression remains unchanged. "I do not answer to you. The King wants it gone, it will be gone."

"I will excuse you both for a moment."

Lilith’s fingers clench tight at the man leaves and she clenches them even harder, her head bowing. I didn’t understand her. Didn’t understand why she’d say no. All she’s ever wanted was to kill me. It didn’t make sense that she didn’t want the child gone.

"What did he offer you?" I ask, fingers curling as I keep testing the restraint, having nothing else to do.

I’d cried in the first hour after finding out. And decided I was tired of weeping.

Fight.

I began analyzing my situation. The only way I can remotely do that is if I get out of these chains. To do that, I need Rafael to stop seeing me as a threat. To think me broken enough that I have stopped fighting back. I need to gain his trust.

But I’m afraid even that won’t stop him from killing my child. Which is why I’m speaking to Lilith. I want nothing more than to stab her to death, but her expression earlier makes me think for some reason, she might be opposed to killing my baby.

I could be concerned for the reason why, but it works in my favour. For now.

"What did he offer you that was worth the privileged life you had in Ebonheart? The name and social standing of House Blackspire? Betraying your own kin?"

Her eyes lower to me, cold and hard. "Security."

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