Antalya's POVThe world blurred into red and white as I screamed for help, clutching my stomach, panic rising like bile in my throat. Pain radiated through me, sharper than anything I'd felt before, and terror gnawed at my chest. I couldn't lose this baby. Not like this. Not with those two snakes—Lacie and my pathetic excuse for a roommate—waiting to watch me fall apart."Somebody, please!" I screamed, my voice cracking as I slid to the cold floor. Faces blurred above me—girls from the team, wide-eyed and useless until someone finally moved. "Get help! I need a doctor!"I barely felt the hands hauling me onto a stretcher, the bright flashes of the ambulance lights painting my eyelids. I was drifting, voices turning to static, only a distant echo of my own heartbeat reminding me I was still here—barely.As they wheeled me down a hospital corridor, I tried to focus. Don't pass out. Not now. But my thoughts tangled with memories—of Lacie smirking, of my roommate whispering venom into her
Antalya's POVAs I sat slumped against the hallway wall, pain radiating through my back and abdomen, I tried to keep my expression neutral. This was the second time I'd been hurt since arriving at camp, and I couldn't let Lacie know how much damage she'd done.She can't know about the baby, I thought desperately, even though I was pretty sure Sarah had already told her everything."Oh, did that hurt?" Lacie said with mock concern. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you were so fragile."She knows, I realized from the way she emphasized the word 'fragile.' She knows exactly what she's doing."I'm fine," I said, struggling to my feet while trying to hide the sharp pain in my lower abdomen."Of course you are," Lacie said with a smirk. "You're always fine, aren't you? Nothing ever bothers perfect little Antalya."She walked away, leaving me standing there trying not to double over from the pain. I waited until she was completely out of sight before allowing myself to lean against the wall a
Antalya's POV"Wait," I said, grabbing Dominic's arm before he could leave. "What do you mean you're handling the Lacie situation? Is she still at your house?"Dominic's expression grew uncomfortable. "Not exactly.""What does that mean?" I pressed. "Where is she?""She's..." he hesitated. "She's coming here.""Here?" My voice rose in alarm. "To the training camp?""I just found out myself," Dominic said quickly. "She somehow got herself accepted into the program."This can't be happening, I thought with growing dread. Lacie here, with me trapped for weeks?"Did you have something to do with this?" I demanded. "Did you arrange for her to come here?""Absolutely not," Dominic said firmly. "I would never put you in that position. I only learned about it this morning when Coach Martinez mentioned they had a last-minute addition to the team.""This is a disaster," I said, pacing around the small office. "She's going to make my life hell here.""I won't let that happen," Dominic promised.
Chapter 108 - Antalya's POV"Wait," I said, grabbing Dominic's arm before he could leave. "What do you mean you're handling the Lacie situation? Is she still at your house?"Dominic's expression grew uncomfortable. "Not exactly.""What does that mean?" I pressed. "Where is she?""She's..." he hesitated. "She's coming here.""Here?" My voice rose in alarm. "To the training camp?""I just found out myself," Dominic said quickly. "She somehow got herself accepted into the program."This can't be happening, I thought with growing dread. Lacie here, with me trapped for weeks?"Did you have something to do with this?" I demanded. "Did you arrange for her to come here?""Absolutely not," Dominic said firmly. "I would never put you in that position. I only learned about it this morning when Coach Martinez mentioned they had a last-minute addition to the team.""This is a disaster," I said, pacing around the small office. "She's going to make my life hell here.""I won't let that happen," Domi
Dominic's POVMy phone rang while I was reviewing pack security reports, and I recognized Coach Martinez's number immediately."Mr. Alfonso," she said when I answered. "I'm calling about Antalya."My blood ran cold. "What happened? Is she hurt?""She's not injured, but there was an incident yesterday. She got into a physical altercation with her roommate."A fight? That didn't sound like Antalya at all. She was stubborn and strong-willed, but she wasn't violent unless she was pushed beyond her limits."What kind of altercation?" I asked, already standing up and reaching for my jacket."The girls had to be physically separated," Coach Martinez explained. "There was shouting, hair-pulling, the works.""And you're calling me because...?""Because I know Antalya isn't typically aggressive. Something must have provoked this behavior, and I thought you might have some insight."Someone hurt her, I realized with growing anger. Someone pushed my pregnant mate into a fight."What did the othe
Antalya's POVMy hands were trembling as I walked toward Coach Martinez's office. Each step felt heavier than the last, and my mind raced with possible explanations for what I would say when confronted about my pregnancy.This is it, I thought desperately. My secret is out, and my dreams of competing are over.I knocked on the office door, trying to steady my breathing."Come in," Coach Martinez called from inside.I opened the door and immediately saw my worst fears confirmed. There, spread across Coach Martinez's desk, were my medical records - pregnancy test results, prenatal vitamin prescriptions, and early ultrasound images. The evidence of my secret was laid out like an accusation."Please, sit down, Antalya," Coach Martinez said, her voice serious but not as angry as I had expected.I sat down across from her, unable to take my eyes off the documents. How am I going to explain this?"I suppose you know why you're here," she said, gesturing to the papers."Coach, I can explain—"