Fight For Your Life

Chapter Six

***Bella's Pov***

The wolf struck me so hard that I crashed against the stairs and tumbled to the floor.

Pain ripped through my abdomen.

Before I could move, its massive paws pinned me down. Its claws tore into my side, and warm blood spread beneath my clothes. I screamed, struggling to shield my stomach as the beast snapped its jaws inches from my face.

Then it lunged again.

A deafening roar shook the mansion.

Another wolf charged through the entrance and slammed into my attacker, ripping it away from me. The impact sent both creatures crashing against the wall.

Adrian.

Even in his wolf form, I recognized him.

He attacked with terrifying fury, sinking his teeth into the intruder's shoulder. The other wolf twisted around, slashing Adrian's flank before breaking free. They collided again, claws scraping across the floor as their snarls filled the mansion.

I tried to push myself up.

A sharp cramp seized my abdomen.

I collapsed with a cry, blood trickling down my side.

Mara rushed toward me.

“Mrs. Blackthorn!”

She dropped beside me, but before she could touch me, Adrian drove the attacker backward. The injured wolf staggered toward the shattered window, glanced at us, then leaped through the broken glass and ran.

Adrian started after it.

“Adrian!” Mara screamed.

He stopped.

I barely saw him turn before his eyes landed on me.

Within seconds, he was human again, his chest heaving and blood running down his side. He rushed toward me and dropped to his knees.

“Bella!”

His hands hovered over my body, afraid to touch the wrong place. When he saw the blood soaking my clothes, his face changed.

“Get the car ready!” he barked at Mara.

Mara scrambled to her feet, pulling out her phone.

Adrian slid one arm behind my back and the other beneath my knees. The moment he lifted me, pain tore through my abdomen.

I gasped, gripping his shirt.

“Easy,” he muttered, holding me against his chest. “I've got you.”

My vision blurred. I could feel blood trickling beneath my clothes, and every breath seemed harder than the last.

Adrian carried me through the rear entrance.

“Move!” he shouted when we reached the car.

The driver jumped out and opened the back door. Adrian climbed in with me, cradling my body against his chest.

“Take us to Blackridge Private Hospital. Now!”

The car sped away.

I pressed my hand against my abdomen, trying to ignore the pain. Adrian held a cloth against the wound in my side, but his fingers trembled.

“Keep your eyes open,” he ordered.

I tried to look at him.

“Adrian…”

“I'm here.”

His voice sounded different. There was no coldness in it, He sounded frightened.

I had never seen him frightened.

A sudden jolt sent pain shooting through my stomach. I cried out, and Adrian immediately pulled me closer.

“Drive faster!” he roared.

“Sir, the traffic…”

“Then find another road!”

The driver swerved into a side street, narrowly avoiding another vehicle. Adrian barely noticed. His attention remained fixed on me as he brushed the damp hair from my forehead.

“Bella, look at me.”

My eyelids grew heavy and I forced them open.

“That's it,” he said. “Stay with me.”

I wanted to answer, but my mouth felt dry. The mansion, the broken window, the monstrous wolf—all of it seemed impossibly far away now.

Only Adrian's arms felt real.

The car finally turned through the hospital gates and screeched to a stop beneath the emergency entrance.

Adrian was out before the driver could open his door fully.

“Help!” he shouted.

Two medical workers rushed toward him with a stretcher. The moment they saw the blood covering my clothes, they called for more staff.

“She's been attacked,” Adrian said urgently. “She's pregnant. She's losing blood.”

They transferred me onto the stretcher.

Adrian followed as they rushed me through the emergency doors, refusing to release my hand until a nurse forced him to step aside.

“Sir, we need room to treat her.”

“Then treat her!” he snapped. “Don't stand there talking!”

A doctor hurried over, took one look at me, and immediately began issuing instructions.

“Get her into the treatment room. Check her blood pressure and prepare an emergency ultrasound. We need to assess the pregnancy.”

Hands moved around me. Someone cut away my bloodied clothes. Another person inserted a needle into my arm while a nurse pressed gauze against my side.

I tried to lift my head.

Adrian stood near the doorway, his shirt stained red, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Please,” he told the doctor, his voice rough. “Save her.”

The doctor didn't look away from me.

“We're doing everything we can. I need you to let us work.”

They wheeled me farther into the treatment room.

A bright light shone above my face. The doctor pressed a device against my abdomen while another medical worker watched the monitor.

I couldn't understand the numbers appearing on the screen.

Then the doctor's expression tightened.

“Her blood pressure is dangerously low.”

“Start the fluids.”

A nurse adjusted the equipment beside me.

I tried to speak, but only a weak sound escaped my throat.

The doctor leaned closer. “Mrs. Blackthorn, can you hear me?”

I blinked.

“Good. Keep looking at me.”

Another cramp twisted through my abdomen. My body stiffened, and a cry escaped before I could stop it.

“She's deteriorating,” the nurse warned.

The doctor immediately turned toward the monitor.

“Prepare for emergency intervention. We need to stabilize her now.”

Beyond the doorway, Adrian's voice thundered.

“What's happening?!”

No one answered him.

I wanted to call his name, but my strength was disappearing. The room swayed, and the beeping beside me grew distant.

A nurse squeezed my hand. “Stay with us Mrs Blackthorn.”

Through the narrowing gap between my eyelids, I saw Adrian push past the doorway despite the staff trying to stop him.

“Bella!”

His face was the last thing I saw clearly.

Then the monitor began screaming, the medical team rushed toward me, and Adrian's terrified voice followed me into the darkness.

“Bella, open your eyes!”