Chapter 3

Kayla's POV

“How dare you?” He asked with his teeth clenched. He looked around and realized there were too many people outside, so he couldn't hurt me like he did in the house.

Laughter bubbled up inside me, and I gave in, holding my sides as pain shot through my body.

Like the doctor said, I needed lots of rest, but I was done taking Jackson's bullshit as well.

“You bastard, you still think you have the right to stand in front of me and speak to me rudely? After what you did to me? I gave you my all, and the best you could do was cheat on me with my sister?!” I said while hitting his chest continuously.

Gasps erupted around us, indicating that we now had an audience, but I couldn't be bothered because I was livid. He held my hand fiercely, stopping me from hitting him.

“You're making a scene,” he whispered in my ear, trying to keep a good reputation.

I chuckled, acknowledging how embarrassed he probably felt to be called out in front of his pack members.

“You asked me a few minutes ago if I didn't see the signs; well, I was so stupid being in love with my husband that I didn't bother noticing there was something wrong! You betrayed me, Jackson! You're a liar and a cheat!” I yelled at the top of my voice.

He clenched his jaw and stepped closer to me, causing me to take a step back.

We did this multiple times until my back was against the wall and he was towering over me.

He smirked and raised one of his beautifully full eyebrows. They were one of the things I loved about him.

“How dare you speak to me like this in the presence of my pack members? Have you lost it?” He whisper-yelled, his tone soft enough so the people around couldn't hear us but harsh enough to cause me to shiver and avoid his gaze.

“Is that all you care about? Can't you see that I'm hurting too?” I asked, ready to stand up for myself. I wiped my tears away and looked at him again. “You know when I woke up this morning, I was hoping everything that happened was a horrible nightmare and everything would go back to normal, but when I looked around, you were nowhere to be found, and the doctor confirmed that you never came to visit. Do I mean so little to you?”

He didn't respond and, in fact, avoided my gaze, but I wasn't done.

“Do you hate me so much now that you don't even care if I die here, or if I lose our…” I couldn't continue because there's no point telling him we were expecting a child together.

“I don't love you anymore, Kayla, and I no longer want to be with you, so pick up whatever dignity you have left and move on.” He sighed and moved away, giving me some breathing room, but I didn't notice, too broken to care.

“Did you ever love me?” I asked curiously; I needed to know the truth.

“Stop making me look like the bad person, Kayla. People fall out of love, and that's our situation right now.” My belly was beginning to hurt, and I knew that I was risking my life and my baby's.

“I love Lyra, and she's the one I want to be with now, so please don't make things difficult.”

He walked away again, but this time I didn't stop him; I couldn't because I was lost in thought.

It wasn't until someone tapped me that I snapped back to the present. Jackson was long gone, but I wasn't bothered by him anymore; I just wanted to be alone with my troubled thoughts.

“Luna, Alpha Jackson left this for you.”

With tears in my eyes, I looked up to find the doctor staring at me with pity in her eyes.

I ignored her and the envelope in her hands and started walking back to the room in a daze.

She ran after me with the wheelchair, and in a flash, I was helped into it.

I let myself be taken back into the room, and the minute they left, I picked up the envelope and signed my side, tossing it back on the bed as I rose to my feet.

The doctor had rambled on and on about the need for me to avoid stress and had even extended my stay in the hospital by a day.

But my heart was fixed, and nothing was going to change my mind.

I could no longer stay in the same space as Jackson for the sake of my mental health and my child's life.

I refused to lose everything to him.

***

I don't know how long I had been walking for, but soon I grew weary and dizzy and stopped by the side of the road, clutching my sides as pain held me in place.

Soon it eased up, and I could move around again, or so I thought, because the next minute a sharp pain assaulted my senses, and then I fell.

I used my hands in a weak attempt to protect my baby as I passed out.

*******

“Is she awake?” I heard someone ask as I regained consciousness again.

I blinked, struggling to familiarize myself with my surroundings.

I wriggled my nose as an unfamiliar yet knowing smell reached me.

As children, we were warned to avoid wolves that had that scent attached to them because they were dangerous.

Panic roused inside me, and fear for my unborn child forced me to sit up and back away from them.

“Is she okay?” Someone asked, and then he held up his hands.

“Hey, it's okay; you're safe,”

I mentally rolled my eyes at that comment and held one hand in front of me.

"Rogues" and "safety" in the same sentence was like mockery; they just didn't make sense together.

“Does it hurt anywhere?”

“Does she even speak English?” Another asked, and I finally rolled my eyes despite the anxiety weighing on me inside.

“What am I doing here? Don't you dare try to do anything funny.” I said fiercely, and they exchanged glances.

“I told you this was a bad idea. Just go get Alpha Callan to handle her, Drevan; I'm out of here.”

One by one after he spoke, they began leaving until the man, Drevan, was the only one left.

With a piercing glare, he got up and walked out of the room without saying a word.

What was that? I wondered as I watched him go, rubbing my hand over my belly absentmindedly.

The door to my room swung open, and I looked up, freezing in shock as my eyes landed on one of the men.

He had the same scent as they did, but he also had some kind of aura about him that scared people.

“You?!!! How are you here? I mean, how are you alive?” I shrieked, almost jumping off the bed in fright.

He was supposed to be dead, so how could he be standing right there in front of me?

Was I seeing things?

“Kayla?” He called, the surprise evident in his voice.