It's too early to get pregnant

Scarlett POV

"You should be thanking Jayden because, if not for him, you would have received fifty strokes of that whip in his hand," he said, staring behind me. I knew he changed the topic. He wanted to say something—the frown on his face made me aware of it—but he didn't say what he wanted to.

I cried silently, already having a throbbing headache. Right now, the sunny weather wasn't helping.

I still listened to what he was saying and hoped that the man who has been my only company in my room, besides the maids, would have mercy on me.

"It's twenty out of fifty, and I doubt you'll be able to receive up to ten. You've already gotten injuries, and you aren't healing like a she-wolf should…" he began saying, but trailed off again, staring at me.

"The whip isn't made of silver, so why aren't you healing?"

He looked me straight in the eyes, demanding answers from me, who was suffering in pain.

"I'm sick," I managed to say, still crying, and my voice cracked up.

"Is that why you aren't heal