Chapter Four

Scarlett’s POV

My anxiety only intensified as my uncle drove me to the hospital. The thought of what could be wrong with me made me feel queasy, and the car ride felt like it would never end. When we finally arrived at the hospital, I clutched my stomach and felt like I might faint. My uncle put his hand on my shoulder, giving me a reassuring squeeze as we entered the building.

The process was quick and efficient, but it felt like it took hours. I was shuffled from room to room, taking tests and answering questions. All the while, I was silently praying that it was just a normal illness and that everything would be okay.

When we finally met with the doctor, I was so anxious that I could barely speak. The doctor handed a piece of paper to my uncle, and my heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. Why didn't the doctor tell me directly? Was it bad news? My uncle didn't say anything as we left the hospital, and I felt like I was going to explode with worry.

The drive back home was silent, and the tension in the car was palpable. I wanted to ask my uncle what was on the paper, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I was so scared of what the results might say.

When we finally arrived home, my uncle sat me down and handed me the paper. My eyes scanned the page…

"Who is the father?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "It's Prince Marcos," I said quietly.

My uncle's face twisted in shock and disbelief. "What? How? When?"

I took a deep breath and began to recount the events of that night. I told him about how I had met Prince Marcos at the bar, and how we had gone back to his place. I told him about the passion we had shared, and how I had woken up alone the next morning.

My uncle listened to me silently, his expression growing darker with every passing moment. When I finished, he exploded in anger.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" he shouted. "You've meddled in the affairs of Lycans. They can kill us, Scarlett. We Omegas are nothing to them."

"I know," I said, my voice shaking. "But I didn't plan for any of this to happen."

"That's not good enough," he snapped. "You should have known better. Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you've put us in?"

"I'm sorry," I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

"Sorry isn't good enough," he said, his voice dripping with disgust. "You've made your bed, Scarlett. Now you have to lie in it."

With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I knew that he was right. I had made a mistake, and now I was going to have to deal with the consequences. But I couldn't help feeling a sense of hopelessness and despair. How was I going to handle being a mother? And what was going to happen with Prince Marcos? I had so many questions and no answers? I really need to see Prince Marcos, but how?

Marcos’s POV

I sat in my father's chambers, listening to him drone on about the importance of continuing the family line. All he wanted was a grandson, but I wasn't ready to settle down just yet. I felt frustrated with his constant nagging and the pressure to conform to the expectations of our society.

After what seemed like an eternity, my father finally released me from his chambers. I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the frustration that had settled over me. As I walked through the halls of the palace, I couldn't help but think about Scarlett. It had been a while since I had seen her, and I couldn't stop thinking about her.

One day, I decided to go to the club where we had first met, hoping to run into her. I checked around the club, but she was nowhere to be found. Feeling unproductive, I decided to leave. As I stepped outside the club, I saw Scarlett walking down the street. She looked like she was in a hurry, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity.

"Scarlett?" I called out, jogging to catch up with her.

She turned around, and for a moment, we just stood there, looking at each other. She looked different than the last time I saw her. Her eyes were tired, and there were dark circles underneath them. She looked like she had been through a lot.

"Marcos," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep the surprise out of my voice.

"I had some things to take care of," she said, glancing away from me. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"I was just in the area," I said, not sure what else to say.

We stood there for a few more moments, the silence stretching between us. I wanted to say something, but I wasn't sure what. Finally, Scarlett spoke up.

"I need to go," she said, starting to walk away.

"Wait," I called out, grabbing her arm gently. "Is everything okay?"

She looked at me, her eyes searching mine. "No," she said finally. "But it's nothing you need to worry about."

"Scarlett, please," I said, feeling a sense of desperation creeping up on me. "Let me help you. Whatever it is, we can deal with it together."

She looked at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she nodded.

"Okay," she said softly. "Let's talk."

Scarlett’s POV

I couldn't believe my luck. After searching for Marcos for weeks, I finally stumbled upon him outside the club. I had so much to tell him, but I wasn't sure where to start. Marcos looked different from the last time I saw him. He looked a bit lost and confused, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.

"I need to talk to you," I said, my voice shaking slightly.

"Sure," Marcos said, his eyes softening. "What's going on?"

"It's about that night," I said, looking away from him. "The night we spent together."

Marcos tensed up, and I could tell he was bracing himself for the worst. "What about it?" he asked cautiously.

"I'm pregnant," I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them.

There was a moment of stunned silence as Marcos processed what I had just said. His eyes widened, and I could see the panic written all over his face.

"Pregnant?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "I went to the doctor with my uncle, and they confirmed it. I'm pregnant with your child."

Marcos looked like he was about to faint. "What are we going to do?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"I don't know," I said, feeling overwhelmed. "But we need to figure it out together. I can't do this on my own."

I was taken aback by Marcos' sudden proposal. "Marry me," he said, his eyes looking deep into mine.

"Marry you?" I repeated, incredulous. "But I'm an Omega. Marrying a Lycan is taboo."

"I'll take care of that," Marcos said, determination written all over his face. "I want to marry you, Scarlett. I want to take care of you and our child. I want us to be a family."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Marcos was attractive and charming, but I never imagined that he would want to marry me. It all felt like a dream, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was making the right decision.

"But what about your father?" I asked, my voice trembling. "He wants a grandson. What if he finds out that I'm an Omega?"

"I don't care about my father's opinions," Marcos said, his voice firm. "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Let's get married, Scarlett. Let's build a life together."

I was overwhelmed by Marcos' love and commitment. It was everything that I had ever wanted, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right.

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The wedding preparations happened so quickly that I barely had time to process what was happening. The Lycan Alpha accepted me as his son's bride, and even my uncle had no choice but to allow me to marry Marcos. Within a few weeks, we were married and I started living in the palace.

At first, everything seemed like a dream. I was living in a beautiful palace, surrounded by luxury and opulence. Marcos was attentive and loving, and he did everything to make me feel comfortable. However, with time, I started noticing that Marcos was more concerned about the baby than me.

Every day, he would ask me about the baby's health, its growth, and its well-being. He would talk about its future, how he would train it to be a strong Lycan warrior, and how he would make sure that it received the best education.

At first, I thought it was sweet that he cared so much about our child, but then I realized that he didn't seem to care about me as much. He would come home late at night, smelling of alcohol and other women's perfumes. He would be distant and aloof, and he would barely talk to me.

It was then that I knew that something was wrong. Marcos had only married me because of our child, and he didn't really care about me at all. I felt like I had been used, like I was nothing more than a vessel for his child.

I tried to talk to him about it, but he brushed me off, telling me that he had important things to attend to. I felt alone and abandoned, like I was trapped in a gilded cage.

As time went on, I began to realize that I had made a mistake. I had rushed into a marriage that I wasn't ready for, with a man who didn't really love me. I felt lost and hopeless, like there was no way out of my situation.

Suddenly one day something happened that shook me to my core….