Chapter Four: IT'S NOT MINE.

RORA’S POV

The following morning, I stayed in his bed, too tired to move, and he let me. None of my family reached out to me and I was glad. Elias had been busy with some new tasks, Stephen looked to be angry at me for some reason and Sarah was still down with a cold.

I snuggled into his sheets some more, taking in his scent, and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, it was nighttime and I had a strong arm wrapped around me.

I got up and he drew lazy signs on my hand.

“Ai had breakfast brought here. You must be hungry.”

I looked at him, thankful, and ate happily as he played with my hair.

We stayed in bed talking that night too.

The following day, I finally went home and nobody could tell that I hadn't been at home for a while, not even the servants.

Our affair continued. Stolen glances, stolen kisses and hidden sex till months passed and I fell sick.

—

Stephan held my hair back as I threw up in the toilet.

“Let it all out,” he encouraged, rubbing my back, and I did.

When I was sure I was done, he gave me some water to rinse my mouth with and then helped me get into bed.

“You need to go to the hospital. You're sick, which is strange considering you've never fallen sick in all the years I've known you, which is all your life.

“I'm fine. I must have just stressed myself too much these past few days.”

Stephan looked really worried, like he was the one throwing up his guts, and I felt comforted that he felt that way. He cared about me, always had.

“I'll get you some soup.”

He closed the door with a soft click and I buried myself in my covers. I guess I can't see Zayn today.

How would he react if he found out I was sick? Would he be as caring as Stephan or even more panicked?

My eyes began to droop as I fell asleep.

I felt a hand touch my forehead, brushing my hair aside.

I slowly opened my eyes to see Zayn staring down at me with worry in his eyes.

“Hi,” I muttered with a smile and he frowned.

“Why are you stressing yourself by talking? You should try conserving your energy,” he scolded me, and my smile only got wider.

He cared.

Then I frowned. How had he gotten in here?

“How did yo-”

“Stephan let me in.”

“He knows?” I asked, scared that our secret got out. What would Zayn think? That I told him?

“Stop with all the thoughts in your head. It's like I can see the gears turning. I came to see your father for something, and I saw him carrying a bowl of warm water with a cloth, so I asked him if Sarah was still sick, and he said no, it was you.”

“How did you end up here then?”

“He had an emergency so he begged me to take care of you till he got back. How bold of him to give such a task to his Alpha without much thought."He looked lost in thought at the last sentence but I didn't comment on it.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead but pulled back so fast.

“Fucking hell, you're burning up. Don't we need to call the doctor or something?”

“I'm fine, Zayn. I really am. You're worrying too much. I just need to sleep.”

He nodded, still looking like he didn't agree but he decided not to argue with me.

—

I miscalculated. It was the fourth day, and I was still stuck in bed with a fever and constant visits to the toilet. Elias was worried now and so was the whole household. Except Reya of course. She had always hated me.

“We need to take you to the doctor,” Elias said with a firm voice and Sarah nodded.

Stephan wasted no time in coming to my side to help me up from the bed.

I opened my mouth to protest but one sharp look from Sarah had me turning my face away. She had always been sweet but we didn't cross her. Ever.

So I had no choice but to let them bundle me up and take me to the hospital.

We got there in a short while and I was registered and given a room. My blood and urine samples were taken and I was given a sedative to make me sleep.

When I woke up, the room was empty.

I got up groggily from the bed and sat up, holding my head as I felt a headache coming on.

The doors opened and the doctor walked in, smiling at me.

“Congratulations, Miss Rora.”

No…

“You're four weeks pregnant,” he said, still smiling at me and placing the report in my hands.

His voice faded as he began to tell me things to do and not to do while pregnant and all I could think of over and over again was that I was pregnant. Aira had totally shut me out since I stopped listening to her months ago, and even in this time, she didn't come out to comfort me or scold me. Radio silence.

“You must be mistaken. I can't be pregnant.” I yelled at him and he flinched, startled.

“I'm sorry… but your report says that–”

“You will not speak a word of this to my family. Do you hear me? Or I'd snap your neck.”

He nodded, frightened and hurried out of the room. Immediately he did, Stephan walked in.

He was still looking back at the fleeing doctor so I quickly hid the report under the pillow.

“What got him so flustered?” he asked, staring at me with questions in his eyes.

“Not sure, probably my bed nest hair.” I joked and he smiled.

“What did he say?”

“He said it's a cold and they'll prescribe some drugs for me to take and I'll be fine.”

He walked up to me and pulled me in for a hug. He let out a relieved sigh and then smiled at me before stepping out.

I need to tell Zayn.

I got up from the bed and walked cautiously towards the door. There was no familiar face outside so I got out and ran till I got to the entrance of the hospital. I spotted my family, sitting not so far from where I stood so I went the other way to the emergency exit and finally got out of the building.

The palace wasn't so far away, so I went barefoot.

—

I was lucky enough to see Jacob standing outside the building. I greeted him and told him I needed to see Zayn immediately. He opened his mouth to refuse but the fear in my eyes must have made him change his mind.

He led me to Zayn's office and opened the door for me to walk in, closed it behind me and left.

Zayn's head shot up when he saw me.

“Rora? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be re–”

“I'm pregnant.”

He froze and stared at me. I was expecting joy, happiness or anything because he loved me right? He never said those words but he showed it in his actions. Maybe he'd finally reveal our relationship to the world.

Nothing prepared me for the dark look that showed on his face.

“Zayn?”

“The child is not mine.”

My world shattered as I stared at him blankly.

What the fuck was he saying? He was the only one I had been with for months so how could he spew such rubbish?

Anger coursed through my veins, and I felt the strong urge to punch him in the face, but I kept my cool.

“You're the only one I've been in bed with for fucks sake wo what nonsense are you saying?”

“Then get rid of it.”

His eyes looked dull and bored. He looked nothing like the man that I knew and fell for. I didn't know when I walked up to him and punched him square in the face till I heard a satisfying crack.