Page 66 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha
“Jules?”
My eyes snap open, and I find my son staring at me, his little hand clutching the sari that Jiya wears.
“He heard about Hannah and fought everyone tooth and nail to come here,” Jiya answers after I give her a questioning look.
I nod, unable to form any words as I bend down and open my arms. Saben instantly rushes into them, his little arms wrapping around my neck. I hold him tight, breathing in his mango custard scent, a perfect mix of mine and Hannah’s, while his little body shakes in my arms as Saben begins to cry.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter to him, my voice cracking. “I couldn’t get to her in time to stop the hunter from shooting her.”
Saben says nothing, but he tightens his arms around me, pressing closer. I comfort my son as best as I can, my heart wrenching knowing that my little boy is in pain, knowing his mama is hurt.
“You brought her home,” Saben mumbles. “Dr. Grace will fix her,” he adds.
Tears fall from my eyes at his words. He doesn’t blame me for Hannah being shot. He understands that it is part of the job of being a leader. A hand on my shoulder has me snapping my gaze to find Jiya looking at us, her brown eyes holding a tender, motherly love. She nods toward the left, and I look inthat direction, finding a waiting room with comfortable-looking chairs.
“Let’s wait there until we have news of Hannah,” she suggests.
Silently, I scoop Saben against me, rising to my feet and walking into the room. I take the first chair I see, letting Saben sit in my lap.
“Your hand is hurt,” he says, looking at the dried blood on the side of my hand.
“It’s because I was trying to get past the doors to be with your mama,” I admit, guilt creeping into my heart.
“You aren’t allowed past those doors without permission,” Jiya states, and I sigh, hanging my head.
“I know, but I couldn’t leave her alone. The bond is still screaming at me to go to her, but having Saben here is keeping me from turning feral,” I say, unable to look Jiya in the eyes.
“I understand,” the older wolf murmurs. “Dr. Grace will do everything to help Hannah, though. She has been Hannah’s doctor since the day we found out she was pregnant with Saben, so she knows Hannah inside and out, literally.”
I chuckle at her little joke, happy to know that Dr. Grace has been by Hannah’s side for the last five years, making sure Hannah and Saben are healthy all this time. Now, I will need to put my faith in her and hope that she can save my mate.
***
“Any news?” The door to the waiting area bursts open, and Claira rushes in, panic in the she-wolf’s eyes.
I shake my head, shifting Saben slightly so that I am a little more comfortable with my pup clinging to me, fast asleep, his little eyelashes wet with tears.
“It’s been two hours since you rushed her home. What the hell is taking so long?” she growls out in frustration, slamming a fist into the wall and creating a large hole.
The sound startles Saben, and he whimpers, burying his face in my neck. I give Claira a low warning growl, watching the woman stiffen before she mumbles an apology and takes a seat. By now, Mikos, Mavric, Miella, and Aidan have joined our group.
Claira had been busy debriefing all of Haven Trail’s wolves on Hannah’s situation. Now, she is curled up beside her father, holding onto him as we wait for news about Hannah.
“Good, you’re all here.” Looking back at the doorway, I see Dr. Grace walking into the room with Aileen at her side, both women looking grim.
“How is she? How is Hannah?” I ask, jolting to my feet with Saben still clinging to me.
Dr. Grace sighs, looking down at her feet, and dread washes over me. I can feel her—feel Hannah through our bond—but she has grown weak.
“We got rid of all the necrotic tissue and gave her an antidote to the drugs, but we need your help, Julian,” Dr. Grace answers, her voice wavering with desperation.
“The bullet ended up close to her heart, the drug had already been pumped through her body, and she is shutting down slowly,” Aileen says, wrapping her arms around Dr. Grace as she looks at me. “To save Hannah, we need you to mark her.”
Silence fills the room at this statement, everyone holding their breath.
“W-what?” I say in disbelief. “I… I need to mark Hannah?” I ask.
Dr. Grace nods at my question, raising her head to look at me. “If you don’t, Hannah will die within the next few hours,” she confirms, tears streaming down her porcelain face.
