Page 2 of Deadly Sweet

“W-what are you doing!” I scream, pain consuming me.

“I have to deliver the placenta. You're too weak to do it on your own.” Thankfully, the pain and pressure subsides as she pulls something out of me.

“Please.” I start to cry. “Please let me see my baby. Where is he?!” I scream. Again, I’m ignored. They continue to move around the room as if I wasn’t right fucking here.

A new feeling rushes through me, one I don’t remember ever feeling before. I’m hit with a newfound rush of energy, allowing me to sit up.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I stagger off and towards the nurses.

“Savannah!” one of them yells. “Get back into bed.”

“Let me see him,” I growl, ripping the IV out of my arm. “Let me see my son.”

While I don’t remember much about my old life or how the world works, one thing I know for sure is that nothing is more powerful than a scorned Omega. And these women are what stand between me and my son.

She tries to grab at me, but I push her away, sending her falling to the ground. The other nurse backs up, my baby bundled in a blanket, clutched to her chest as she looks at me in horror.

Good. I’ll give her something to fucking fear.

“Give him to me,” I snap, quickly scooping my baby out of her arms.

I stagger back, falling down on my ass. I hold my baby to my chest, careful not to let him get hurt.

Pulling back the blanket, I look down at his little face, smiling ear to ear, to finally be able to hold him.

“Hi, sweet baby,” I whisper, my eyes roaming over his face, but then my smile falls. “He’s blue.” I look over at the first nurse, who’s getting to her feet. “Why is he blue?”

“Give me the baby, Savannah,” she commands, walking towards me like one might a wild animal.

“Why is he blue?!” I demand, panic spiking through me.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie.” Her face morphs, filling with pity. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry about what?” I ask, looking down at his little face. He’s not moving. He’s... he’s not breathing. “He’s not breathing,” I whisper.

“No, honey. He’s not. He didn't make it.”

The ringing is back as I blink rapidly, looking down at my sweet baby boy. “He didn’t make it,” I whisper. “He’s not breathing. He didn’t make it.” I can hear myself speaking, but it doesn’t sound like it’s coming from me.

“I’m so sorry. He’s stillborn, Savannah.”

My eyes snap up to hers as she takes him from me. “Then save him!” I shout. “Get the doctor in here and save him. Please.”

She shakes her head, backing up, her face a mask of devastation. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Two men rush into the room and over to me, blocking her from view.

“Stop!” I scream as they bend down and grab me. “Stop! Come back!” I scream so loud my voice cracks. “Get back here with my baby!”

“Hold her still,” a voice demands.

I feel strong arms wrap around me in an iron-tight hold. I struggle, kicking and screaming–the definition of a feral Omega. I don’t fucking care. I want my baby. How dare she take him!

There’s a prick against my neck, and a second later, my vision goes blurry. My body slumps in the guard’s hold as I struggle to stay conscious.

They took everything away from me. My life, my sanity, and now? My baby.

As darkness takes over, I vow to kill them all. Every single last person who’s ever played a part in this sick fucked up game.

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