Chapter 75: Chapter 75
Sierra pov.
As I watch how he looks at me, I quickly avert my gaze, unwilling to meet his intense stare. He is an Alpha, and what if he knows about Williams? What will I do then?
After he walks out, a sense of relief washes over me, allowing me to finally catch my breath. I survey my surroundings, trying to comprehend the situation. What have I gotten myself into?
I wait for a while, seated in contemplation, pondering my next move. Should I run away again? But if I do, where will I go?
A shiver runs down my spine, as if a wave of coldness engulfs me, and I feel as though my heart is shattering into countless pieces.
With determination, I rise from the bed and cautiously make my way towards the door. I press my ear against it, hoping to catch any sound that may indicate someone's presence.
After a while, I notice nothing but silence, and in that moment, I realize that no one is out there.
I slowly open the door and peer into the hallway, taking in its vastness. It seems this place has a much larger hospital than the lycan pack.
Speaking softly to myself, despite being uncertain of my destination, I become apprehensive whenever I hear approaching footsteps. It feels as if my heart might burst from my chest, and my only instinct is to find a hiding place.
I know, as a pregnant woman, I shouldn't be engaging in any of these actions, but I simply want what is best for me and my child.
After taking a deep breath, I emerge from my hiding spot and allow my eyes to scan the area, attempting to calm myself. However, just as I am about to take another step, a hand grabs me from behind, pulling me back. I turn around and find myself locking eyes with the person known as Dean, who is not only a guy but also the Alpha of this pack.
My heart starts racing even faster this time, and I cannot help but gaze at him as if the entire world is on the verge of collapse.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
His words alone make me feel as though I am melting from within, as if I am about to crumble into pieces.
He steps closer, and I can feel his penetrating gaze delving deep into my soul.
Feeling overwhelmed, I cast my eyes downward, still sensing his touch, and it seems as if I could vanish at any moment.
"You need rest; you are still recovering," he says.
I want to speak, to say something, but every attempt feels choked up in my throat. The fear of speaking lingers, wondering if he is as cruel as the other Alphas, if he is anything like Williams.
Before I know it, he scoops me up effortlessly, holding me bridal style, and I simply gaze up at him in astonishment.
I felt as if I was in a romantic movie, as if a prince had just come to save my day. The sight of him was mesmerizing, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. With each step he took with me, it seemed as though the entire world was calling out my name.
As we reached the room, he gently guided me to a seat and looked at me, then down at my belly. His concerned gaze met mine, conveying a depth of understanding.
"You know, you're carrying a child inside you. It's not good for you or the baby if you stress yourself too much," he said with sincerity in his voice.
Those words resonated within me, as if I had discovered my own prince. However, doubts crept in. What if he sent me back to the Lycan pack? What if he knew about Williams?
I averted my gaze, staring at the floor, lost in thought. It was difficult for me to find the courage to speak up and express my desire to stay in his pack until I gave birth. Would he accept me?
Realizing he was waiting for me to say something, I slowly raised my eyes to meet his, filled with sadness.
"Please, Alpha, can I stay in your pack?" I asked, my words carrying the weight of all my hopes.
He remained there, looking at me intently, as if trying to discern my thoughts. "Why?" he finally uttered, causing my heart to race with fear. "Why do you want to stay here? Don't you have a pack?"
While he awaited my response, I knew I couldn't reveal that my pack was the Lycan pack. It was best to lie. "No, Alpha, I am a lone wolf."
Seeing him walk toward me, he gently took hold of my hand, and I gazed up at him, captivated by his touch.
"Then how did you get pregnant?" he inquired, a question that caught me off guard. Would he believe me if I told him the truth?
Nervously, I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked back into his eyes. "I... I..." I struggled to find the right words, feeling as though each attempt only deepened the uncertainty.
Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes, and he reached out to wipe them away with his hands.
"It's okay," he reassured me, and I simply looked at him, unwilling to revisit the painful memories and the losses they had caused me.
"It's alright if you don't feel like explaining. You can stay for as long as you like. Once you've recovered, I'll find a suitable place for you and arrange for maids to assist you and ensure your well-being," he offered compassionately.
I almost wanted to embrace him, to convey my overwhelming gratitude. I couldn't believe he was allowing me to stay. Yet, amidst my happiness, I couldn't shake off the sadness of deceiving him.
Before I knew it, he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, leaving me in stunned silence.
"Just rest, you need it," he said softly, before turning and walking away.