Chapter 5

Neoma’s POV

I didn’t waste a second after stepping out of that room. My heart was racing in my chest as I walked fast, almost running, down the hallway of the hospital. I didn’t dare look back.

A weird, secret fear clawed at me—the fear that the intimidating werewolf might stop me from leaving. That man, the so-called father of my unborn child, had an aura too powerful to ignore. Even though he hadn’t physically stopped me back there, I could still feel his presence lingering over me like a dark shadow.

As soon as I reached the hospital entrance, I paused, taking in deep gulps of air. The evening air seems to calm me down. My body shuddered slightly, not from the air, but from everything that had happened today.

What should I do now? I thought, looking around the busy street.

Going home was my only option, even though I wasn’t sure if Patrick had left as I’d told him.

I was exhausted—mentally and physically.

Today had turned into a nightmare, and I needed rest. After a few moments of hesitation, I decided to follow my gut feeling and boarded a bus heading to my apartment. I had nowhere else to go, no one else to run to. I had always been a loner, keeping to myself, and if my father weren’t in a nursing home, I would have gone straight to him. But he had been there for as long as I could remember.

When the bus stopped at my junction, I stepped off, silently praying that Patrick had left.

Please, let him be gone, I thought.

I had told him to leave in anger, but I wasn’t sure if he had actually done it. The last thing I wanted was to face him again—not after what he had done, not after his cruel words.

I stood outside my house for ten minutes, unable to move. Finally, I gathered my courage and climbed the staircase. My heart hammered against my ribs as I reached for the door handle.

The door wasn’t even locked.

“Goodness…” I murmured, already knowing what I would find inside.

I pushed the door open, and the sight before me confirmed my worst fears. My apartment was completely trashed. Furniture was overturned, papers were scattered everywhere, and my belongings lay broken on the floor.

I felt sick.

Patrick did this. This was his way of paying me back for kicking him out.

I took slow steps into the disaster that was once my home, carefully not to step on any trash that might be a valuable item.

How could I have loved such a man? How had I been so blind to his true nature?

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I walked straight to my bedroom, hoping at least that he hadn’t touched my emergency savings.

But of course, he had.

I searched my drawer, my hands shaking. The money was gone. He had taken every last bit of it.

Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to cry. I will not cry for that bastard, I told myself, biting my lower lip hard to keep the tears at bay. Shaking my head, I forced myself to push away the pain.

I headed to the bathroom and took a long, scalding shower, letting the hot water wash away the exhaustion clinging to my body. My mind raced as I replayed the events of the day—the betrayal, the pregnancy news, the werewolf who claimed to be my child’s father.

His face flashed in my mind, and I shivered.

His eyes, filled with dominance, had held me captive in that office. His commanding tone had stirs something strange.

Does all alpha werewolf have that aura? I wondered.

I shook my head, pushing away the thought. It doesn’t matter. Tomorrow, I’ll fix this mess.

Ignoring the wreckage of my apartment, I crawled into bed, covering myself with the blanket. Sleep came quickly, and slowly I slipped into it.

The next morning, I woke up feeling more resolved than ever. I needed to proceed with my plan before anything else went wrong. Without sparing a second glance at the mess in my apartment, I got ready. After a quick breakfast, I searched online for a hospital to replace Dr. Phil’s. He had betrayed me—choosing to side with that werewolf instead of respecting my decision.

Finally, I found a clinic that seemed promising. It was cheap, and they had an open slot for today. Perfect.

An hour later, I arrived at the clinic and was led to the doctor’s office. He was a middle-aged man with a few graying hairs, his glasses resting low on his nose. I wasn’t sure about his experience, but at this point, I didn’t care.

“So, you’re here for a termination?” he asked, flipping through a file.

“Yes,” I said firmly.

The doctor nodded. “We’ll have to run a few tests before the procedure—”

A loud knock interrupted him. Before either of us could react, the door burst open.

My heart leaped into my throat.

Standing in the doorway was him.

The alpha werewolf.

Two other men flanked him, their expressions were unreadable. But the alpha? He was furious. His jaw was clenched, his grey eyes darkened with anger.

I stiffened. How did he find me?

Before I could ask, a nurse rushed in, looking panicked. “I’m sorry, doctor! I tried to stop them, but they were too fast!” She quickly scurried away, clearly afraid.

The doctor looked just as surprised as I was. “Who are you, and why did you barge in here?”

The alpha didn’t even glance at him. He walked forward with slow, deliberate steps, his presence filling the room. Then, he pointed at me. “Family matters.”

My mouth fell open. “Family? Who the hell are you calling family?”

Ignoring me, he pulled out a thick bundle of cash and dropped it on the doctor’s desk. “For your trouble.”

The doctor stared at the money, wide-eyed, before quickly standing up and leaving the room, not wanting to get involved.

I turned to the alpha, my blood boiling. “How did you find me? And what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he studied me from head to toe, his gaze lingering on my stomach. “I see you’re very stubborn.”

I scoffed. “Damn right I am! You think you can just walk in here and—”

Before I could finish, one of his men grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

“Put me down, you asshole!” I screamed, kicking and thrashing. But it was useless—he was too strong.

Within moments, we were outside. The sunlight blinded me as I struggled. “Let me go!”

They didn’t. Instead, they threw me into a black van, slamming the door shut.

Panic surged through me. Did they just kidnap me?!