Chapter 89: My baby.
Eva.
I almost peed on my pants after hearing his last words.
The coldness in his voice, the way he had looked at me while threatening my life—it all felt terrifyingly real now. For a moment, I genuinely believed he could have killed me inside that elevator without feeling even the slightest bit of remorse.
The elevator suddenly dinged softly, the sound breaking through my frozen thoughts as the doors slowly slid open.
He stepped out calmly.
Meanwhile, I remained standing there completely still, unable to move as though he had walked away with my soul itself. My entire body felt stiff, my breathing uneven as I struggled to recover from the fear still gripping me tightly.
I mean...
He had almost killed me.
The pressure of his hand around my throat still lingered painfully in my mind, making my chest tighten all over again.
And suddenly, I understood.
Now I finally understood why the Ironclads were considered Bloodfang Pack’s greatest rivals...and why they always seemed to maintain the upper hand against everyone else.
They were brutal and completely ruthless.
Men like him didn’t bluff. They didn’t make empty threats just to scare people.
They acted.
And that realization terrified me more than I wanted to admit.
Everything in my life suddenly seemed to be going terribly wrong all at once, as though fate itself had decided to turn against me completely.
First Alex sudden cold behaviour and now this.
Even worse, I had just found out from the doctor that my pregnancy was already showing signs of being ectopic.
The thought alone made my stomach twist painfully.
Why was the Moon Goddess being so cruel to me?
What had I done to deserve all this?
My hands trembled slightly as another thought crossed my mind immediately.
Ella.
It had to be her.
She must have done something to me.
Because just a few days before she had seen Alex and me together, she had invited me out for drinks. At the time, I hadn’t thought much about it. She had acted normal—too normal.
But now?
Now everything felt suspicious.
She probably slipped something into my drink.
The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became.
"I hate you, Ella," I screamed angrily in my head, bitterness filling every corner of my mind. "You are nothing but bad luck."
Right now, everything around me felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
Both my life and my child’s life were already in danger.
And according to the doctor, my wolf was the only reason the pregnancy was still holding on at all. The little strength my wolf possessed was what was helping both me and the baby survive for now.
That realization scared me deeply.
Because what if my wolf became weak?
What if things suddenly got worse?
I swallowed hard and finally forced myself to move, my legs still shaky as I stepped out of the elevator at last.
Without looking back again, I headed straight toward the parking lot where Thomas was already waiting for me.
I couldn’t let anyone find out about the condition of my baby yet.
Especially not Thomas.
The thought alone made fear settle heavily in my chest.
Thomas had only recently started trusting me with major deals and sensitive information connected to the bigger picture, and all of that changed the moment he discovered I was pregnant. Before then, he had always been cautious around me, holding things back, watching me carefully as though waiting for proof that I could truly be useful to him.
But the pregnancy changed everything.
It made me valuable and important.
And now...telling him there was a possibility I could lose the baby felt almost the same as signing my own death sentence.
The terrifying part was that I wasn’t even exaggerating.
I knew exactly the kind of man Thomas was.
And if I eventually lost this child...
Ella would pay for it.
That thought repeated itself bitterly in my mind as I finally reached the parking lot.
My eyes immediately spotted Thomas’ car waiting not too far away. Even from a distance, the familiar black vehicle made my stomach tighten nervously.
I quickly looked around first, making sure nobody was paying attention to me before slipping into the car carefully.
The moment the door shut behind me, Thomas smiled warmly.
"Hi, sweetcakes," he greeted smoothly, his voice carrying the same charm he always used around me. "Missed you a lot, you know."
His gaze softened slightly as he continued.
"And I actually feel bad for not going to see the doctor with you."
The moment he mentioned the doctor, my entire body stiffened automatically.
Fear crawled through me instantly.
"How is my baby doing?" he asked happily, completely unaware of the panic building inside me. "Does he still need the pie?"
His playful tone should have sounded comforting but suddenly, I couldn’t hear him properly anymore.
Everything around me started feeling distant, muffled by the overwhelming pressure crushing down on my thoughts.
The doctor’s words kept replaying repeatedly inside my head.
"There are signs of an ectopic pregnancy which shows a high risk and danger." He had paused. "Possible a loss."
Everything was suddenly cornering me from every direction, tightening around me until I could barely breathe normally.
"Eva...can you hear me?"
Thomas’ voice suddenly cut through my thoughts.
I blinked and realized he was waving his hand slightly in front of me, trying to regain my attention.
And at that moment, I finally snapped back to reality.
"Here is the pie," he said gently, placing it carefully into my hands.
At the same time, his other hand moved slowly to my stomach, caressing it lightly with an almost protective tenderness.
The gesture only made my chest tighten painfully.
I lowered my gaze to the pie resting in my hands, staring at it blankly as my thoughts drifted away again despite myself.
How do I save my baby?
The question echoed repeatedly in my mind, louder than everything else around me.
