Chapter 6

Talia POV

One afternoon, I was reading a parenting book when a sharp pain suddenly spread throughout my body.

I gasped for air, tightly gripping the thin fabric of my jumpsuit. This wasn’t the usual discomfort —

I instinctively knew. It was time.

"Guard!" I shouted.

The metal door opened, and a guard rushed in, clumsily fumbling with the intercom.

"We need medical assistance — now!"

Another guard brought over a wheelchair, and they helped me sit in it. My body was squirming every few seconds with stronger and more frequent contractions.

I was quickly rushed to the hospital, where the doctor did various checks and decided to perform a C-section.

It was the best option to deliver a triplet that too of a half werewolf.

Sweat covered my face, and I felt like I was going to die. I never imagined childbirth could be so painful.

I was wheeled into the operating room and lay on the delivery table.

"Doctor, you must save my child." I said, extremely worried.

"Don’t worry. Your condition is stable now. You and the baby will be fine."

"My condition is stable?" I paused in confusion.

Why is this doctor saying something different from the one who had examined me earlier? Which one is right?

"Yes, it’s stable. You can relax." The doctor assured me.

I let out a long sigh of relief when an anesthesiologist entered the room. I looked up to find none but Abby.

"Abby, what are you doing here?

Did Damon send you? Does he know the child I’m carrying is his?"

Abby smirked. "You’re still delusional? How amusing! You sold yourself at an auction. Do you really think Damon will acknowledge your child?"

Her cruel words made my heart sink. I thought the guards were treating me with special care, possibly because Damon was helping arrange things. But now, I wasn’t so sure.

A more terrifying thought suddenly crossed my mind:

"Was he just waiting for this moment, letting me believe I could have the child, and only when I’m about to give birth, he can kill me and my babies?”

I clutched my belly, enduring the pain.

"Just give birth to your child,” Abby said, giving me a smug smile. ," She then turned to the doctor. "Start the procedure, local anesthesia."

"Local anesthesia? Why local anesthesia? Isn’t a C-section done with general anesthesia?" I asked.

Before anyone could respond, Abby’s phone ring diverted the topic.

"Alpha Damon." She respectfully answered the call with a smile, her voice honeyed. I had to admit, her smile was beautiful.

Afraid I might overhear them, she turned and walked out of the operating room.

Not long after, Abby returned to the operating table. The anesthesiologist had already administered the anesthesia. Since it was local anesthesia, my brain was still awake.

I glanced over Abby’s shoulder. Damon’s wasn’t there.

I knew he didn’t care about my life, yet for some reason, I felt a sense of loss. From the moment my children were born, they would never see their father.

A sharp pain struck my chest, and I felt the babies inside me thrashing violently.

Abby ignored me and turned to the lead surgeon instead. "Don’t worry about the depth of the incision, cut open immediately, and get the babies out within ten minutes." She said, her voice firm and clear.

"Understood." The doctor obliged.

I felt the scalpel scratching really down. My face went pale, and my heart sank.

"What… what are you planning to do with me? "

Local anesthesia, direct incision, and extracting the babies within ten minutes — Abby wanted me to die.

And what she said the next panicked me completely.

"Damon wants the babies, and he wants the healthiest ones. As for you, you don’t need to leave this operating table." She said sternly, and I tried to squirm, trying to stop them, but my numbed body didn’t support my will.

Why? Why Damon wants the babies?

Why does he still want them if he doesn’t acknowledge them as his children? Is it because of the promise he made to me?

My head was ringing. I wanted to say something, but the words didn’t roll out. I could only sense my babies being taken out one by one and then something rapidly leaving my body.

"Not good, not good! The patient is hemorrhaging!" The doctor cried in panic.

The lead surgeon had cut a major blood vessel.