Pregnant With My Alpha Father-In-Law’s Baby
Vance, my head physician, pulled off his gloves and stepped out into the private hallway, his expression grave.
"Is she going to survive?" I demanded, my voice a lethal, low rumble that made the veteran doctor flinch. "Speak fast, Vance."
"She will live, Alpha Raymond," Vance breathed, wiping a sweat-beaded brow. "The fall caused severe physical trauma, but the primary cause of the bleeding... she suffered a miscarriage not long ago."
My jaw locked so hard my teeth ground together. "A miscarriage?"