Chapter 2 Please, Answer Me!

I continued staring at my phone, feeling my heart break. It seemed like he had ignored my message. I tried to keep myself from crying, not wanting the taxi driver to see that something was making me sad.

After we arrived, I got out of the car. Hilda was already waiting for me and helped me get back into the house. She supported me on the stairs, and as soon as we entered our room, she helped me lie down on the bed where, just a few hours ago, I had lost my baby. 

There was no trace of that horrible night—the sheets were clean, and the room looked as if nothing had happened. 

"Will the Alpha return today?" Hilda asked. I nodded, but thinking about Andrew's indifference made it impossible for me to hold back my tears any longer. 

"Dear Luna, don’t take it to heart. You are still young. You have plenty of time to become a mother," she tried to comfort me. 

"Do the others know what happened?" I asked, but she shook her head. 

"No, Luna. The guards knew you had been taken to the hospital, but I told them you didn't feel well, so I thought it would be better to call the ambulance," she said, which at least calmed me a little. 

"Now, get some rest, Luna. Lunch is nearly ready, and I'm sure you will like it," she said with endless kindness in her voice. 

Soon, she left the room, and I was alone. Holding my phone, I thought about texting Andrew again, but I held back; I didn’t want to push him. 

I sighed, hoping to think about something else. I intended to watch the local news, but instead, I found myself researching the history of North Hiltonwood. 

It didn’t take long to find the case of that Luna being banished from the pack because she was unable to produce an heir for her Alpha. I came across a few black-and-white photographs from the trial and paused at one that captured the Luna’s face up close. Her expression was filled with desperation, which broke my heart. 

As I continued my search, I found a black-and-white video of the trial. It seemed to focus on the Luna. Her eyes revealed the countless tears she had cried, yet it seemed she had run out of tears by the time of the trial. Her face reflected her fear and uncertainty about what would happen to her. She often glanced at her Alpha, silently pleading for him to defend her and save her. Her expression showed the deep pain of betrayal, as the one she loved most turned his back on her, as if she were just a stranger. 

When the verdict was announced, she broke down. She was sobbing, unable to stand any longer. She sank to the floor, hopeless and defeated. Calling out her Alpha's name was her last attempt to reach him, but he remained motionless, merely listening to the proceedings without intervening. When the guards approached and pulled her off the floor, I closed the screen. For a moment, I imagined myself in her position, which brought me to tears once more.

After lunch, I managed to sleep again, but as the evening approached, I felt even heavier. I jumped when I heard the door open. Not daring to look up, I lowered my head as the familiar, intoxicating scent of my Alpha entered the room. I sensed his discomfort as he stopped when he saw me. 

He walked to the bed and sat down beside me. I finally dared to look into his eyes; they were sad but not angry at all. He sighed and pulled me into his embrace. 

I didn’t want to resist. I needed his closeness. 

"I am sorry," I cried, but he shook his head. 

"It isn’t your fault," he whispered, holding me tightly. 

It was easier to calm down in his arms than to bear the pain alone. 

"Why didn’t you call me?" he finally asked after we let each other go. 

"It happened early in the morning, and I didn’t want to disturb you," I replied, but he shook his head again. 

"I told you, Aria. I told you to let me know if anything happens, and I think this is something that definitely concerns my business as well," he said, which left me confused.

"I texted you in the morning. I waited for you to answer all day," I said. This time, he looked at me with a frown. 

"What? I haven’t received anything," he said. 

"I sent you the message around nine o'clock," I said. 

"At nine, I was in a meeting,” he replied, pulling his phone out of his pocket to show me our private chat. "I received nothing. Hilda told me what happened as soon as I entered the house," he explained. 

I took my phone and showed him the message I had sent. He sighed. 

"Perhaps it’s a different line abroad," he suggested. 

Even after torturing myself all day with the thought that he had ignored me, it was comforting to know that it was probably just a technical problem. At least I didn’t have to worry about losing my husband as well.

He stayed with me for dinner and, trying to lift my mood, told me about their business trip. Andrew, who was also a very good businessman, brought us two new, promising contracts through the negotiations. 

In the evening, he pulled me close, and it was comforting to feel him beside me. 

To my surprise, he was still there when I woke up. 

"I thought you had some work to do," I said, and he smiled at me. 

"Work can wait. I missed you, so I thought we could have breakfast together," he replied, which made me smile. It was the first time I had smiled since last night.

"Are you sure you have time?" I asked him, and he nodded. 

"Sean and Seraphina are already in the office. They are taking care of things for me until I get there," he explained, and in that moment, I appreciated that he was working with two Betas.

After breakfast, I helped him tie his tie, but memories flooded back, causing me to lower my head. I felt his index finger gently lift my chin so I would look at him.

"Get over it, Aria," he said with a sigh. 

"I really want to have your child," I admitted. 

"I want to have a child too. As soon as you get back to health, we can try again. Or if you prefer, we can take a break. It's your decision," he said before kissing my forehead. 

After he left, his words echoed in my mind: try again or take a break? I was deep in thought when my phone jolted me back to reality. The number was unknown, but I answered. 

"Good morning, my name is Dr Bryan Preston, a specialist in endocrinology. Am I speaking with Luna Aria Lennox?" 

I frowned in confusion. "Yes," I answered. 

"Luna, we received your results, and I would like to invite you in for a conversation. Would you be available today?" 

"Yes. What time can I see you?" My heart raced as I asked. 

"Could you come in now?" he inquired. 

"Yes," I replied. After disconnecting the call, I sat there for a moment, stunned. What could he want to tell me? 

I got ready and drove to the hospital. I felt well enough to drive, and my excitement grew as I made my way to his office. 

"Luna, it might not be the best time for this conversation, but I have something to tell you," he began as soon as I entered his office.