5. Ruined Me.

Aurel

Shit! I want to push him off me, but I can't even lift a fucking muscle.

Of all people that could have been here, it had to be this asshole.

He pulls my head closer to his body, his scent calming my nerves, but it annoys me. I understand that because he's my Alpha, that's why my body is responding to his pheromones, but hell… I hate it.

I'm being pulled into a deep sleep, my eyes becoming heavy, my bones too weak to lift. I can hear footsteps and echoes, voices shouting my name. It's far away, like I'm underwater.

My eyes finally snap open again to a bright white ceiling. I turn my head, and the room is familiar, but I notice a red-haired girl sitting casually on the chair, phone in hand and chewing gum in a very familiar manner.

Harper. My friend.

I don't need anyone to tell me I'm in the hospital, the smell of antibiotics already flooding my nose the moment I regain consciousness.

But I can't make out a word. I stare blankly at the ceiling, my mind ripping through memories, and I push myself up suddenly from the bed.

“Harper?” I call out suddenly, worry etched on my face.

She screams in shock. “Damn it, you startled me.” She heaves a sigh of relief.

“Did we win the game?” I ask, leaning forward.

“What? Is that what's important when you just woke up after collapsing?” she grits out as she takes two short steps toward my bed. “Oh, Aurel… you've got to be kidding me.”

I ignore her response. “Well, did we fucking win the damn game?” I say, my tone serious.

I can't afford to not qualify for the championship, my mother's surgery…

The words trail through my head.

“You suddenly collapsed after winning, and Neylan Astor called for help. Care to explain what happened?”

Ah! That bastard really caught me before I hit the floor. I breathe out.

The door creaks as a woman steps in, while another man in a nursing uniform follows behind. Relief flashes across her face as she sets her eyes on me.

“Hello, Mr. Laurentis, you have your entire team breathing down my neck for the past five hours,” the woman says. I can tell she's the doctor, her crested name on her long white jacket clearly reading Doctor Rebecca Harford.

“Oh, apologies, Doctor Harford,” I say. But I didn't expect the team to follow me down here.

“It's totally fine, you collapsed from exhaustion and fatigue…” she says, but cuts herself off as she glances at Harper, who's now looking at both of us.

“Please, Madam, can you give us a moment?”

Harper's eyes widen, and she glances between both of us. “I hope he's not dying… you better not have some terminal disease.”

I snort, she can be a little bit crazy. “Don't be ridiculous… I'm totally fine.”

Hell, I'm not. I still feel this drag in my lower abdomen, the cramps are killing me.

The door clicks shut behind her, and Doctor Harford smiles back at me.

“…you need to be close to your Alpha for now. If not, this will happen again, and it's risking both your lives.”

“Both our lives? What has my fatigue got to do with an Alpha?”

“I mean, you have to be very careful with your baby. It's been under stress, and your body is not stable enough to carry a baby as a recessive Omega.”

I think I am hearing things. “Excuse me? A baby? Why the hell would I have a baby in me?”

“I assumed you'd be aware since it's already twelve weeks along. You're pregnant, Mr. Laurentis.”

The words drop on me like a hard rock.

“And right now,” the doctor continues, “your body and the baby need your Alpha’s pheromones.”

My hand moves slightly, resting against my stomach before I even realize what I’m doing.

No.

“This has to be a mistake,” I mutter. “You should check again.”

“We already have,” she says. “You need to start taking this seriously. Stress will make it worse, and staying away from your Alpha isn’t helping your condition.”

My jaw tightens at that.

Of all people…

Neylan.

I look away, dragging a hand over my face as everything settles in, whether I want it to or not.

Me? Pregnant with that jerk's baby? And I fucking need his pheromones to survive this?

I let out a humorless laugh, startling the doctor and nurse, her professional smile disappearing immediately.

“Uhmm, I'll go attend to another patient now.” I can barely even hear the words. Anger flares in my eyes.

That motherfucking shit, a horny dog who couldn't control his rut or stay the fuck away from people during it, has ruined my life.

I'm pregnant?

The finals will be in a week, and I'm freaking pregnant with my rival's child? I can't stress myself because of the baby?

Damn it, fuck… fuck, fuck.

“Hey, man…” Treyvon's voice drags me out of my thoughts. I look up, and his eyes twitch.

“What happened to you? Why do you look like this? Did the doctor say you're dying?”

“The hell is wrong with y'all, thinking I'm about to die?”

“Well? Look at the dreadful look on your face,” he says.

What do I do?

I can't tell Treyvon. He'll be disappointed… the team will surely throw me out, and that means kissing goodbye to hockey.

“Where is that bastard Neylan?”

“Oh, take it easy. He saved your life.”

Saved? You mean he completely destroyed everything I've worked so hard for over a few hours of his fucking satisfaction?

I'm going to kill him.