Chapter 6

Lucy POV

His name, his look, his entire presence, it was too perfect to ignore.

Doctor Daniel exuded confidence, his tall frame looming over me as he adjusted his lab coat, without his eyes trying to get to mine.

His sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes gave him an aura of quiet authority, one that both comforted and unnerved me.

He stood by my bedside, flipping through his notepad, scribbling notes every now and then. The silence in the room was fully suffocating, and I found myself gripping the blanket tightly, my nails digging into the fabric.

I couldn't take it anymore, the slience, the tension. The longer he stayed quiet, the more my mind race with lots of question to ask.

"How's my baby, Doctor Daniel?" My voice cracked as I spoke up, and I immediately hated how desperate I sounded.

His gaze shifted from the notepad to my pale looking face, and for a fleeting moment, his expression softened. But then, he straightened his posture, his professional mask sliding back into place.

He didn’t give me an answer.

"Doctor…" My voice was louder now, trembling with anxiety.

He raised a hand, cutting me off gently but firmly.

"You need to relax, Lucy. Before you think about your child, you have to prioritize your health first. Stress will only make things worse."

His voice was warm, almost soothing, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside of me already.

Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, and I fought to keep them from spilling out already.

"Doctor Daniel," I pressed, my voice trembling with something laced with fear. "I'm strong enough to know what happened to my baby. Please, tell me."

He sighed deeply, his shoulders dropping slightly. For a moment, I thought he would relent already, but instead, he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but I can't share that with you right now. You need rest before any other thing, Lucy."

Rest? How could I rest when every fiber of my being screamed for answers was on me already?

"I waited five years for this child," I choked out, my tears falling freely now, with my eyes facing up to the celling fan.

"My entire pack depends on me to provide an heir. My husband... Andy only wants me to have a child so he can secure his title. Don’t you understand? This baby is the only thing keeping me away from depression…" I stopped myself, unable to finish the thought.

Doctor Daniel set his notepad down and pulled a chair closer to the bed, sitting down beside me. For a moment, his professional demeanor cracked, and he looked at me with genuine concern.

"Lucy," he began softly, "you’re not just a vessel for an heir or someone else’s expectations. You’re a person, and right now, that person is exhausted and overwhelmed. You need time to heal, physically and emotionally and otherwise."

His words were kind, but they felt hollow. He didn’t understand me all. No one did at this point of my life.

I turned my face away from him, staring at the pale walls of the hospital room.

"You don't know what it's like," I said, with my voice above a whisper.

He didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he stood up and walked to the window, his back to me. The silence stretched, heavy and unbearable.

"I do," he finally said, his voice quieter now. "More than you even think."

Before I could ask him what he meant, the door to the room creaked open. A nurse peeked in, her face pale with unease.

"Doctor Daniel," she said hesitantly, "we need you in the next ward. It’s urgent."

Daniel nodded, his features tightening. He turned back to me, his gaze lingering for a moment longer. "Get some rest, Lucy. I’ll be back soon."

And then he was gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I sat in silence for a while, the weight of uncertainty crushing me. My baby. My health. My future. It was all too much.

The door creaked again, and I instinctively turned my head, expecting to see Daniel. But it wasn’t him.

It was Ash.

Her smug expression sent a chill down my spine. She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

"What do you want from me now?" I spat, my voice trembling with both anger and fear.

She walked closer, her high heels clicking against the tiled floor. "Just checking on you, Luna Lucy," she said sweetly, her voice dripping with mock concern.

"Don’t call me that, from that mouth of yours," I snapped with anger.

She smirked, leaning against the edge of the bed. "Oh, but you are the Luna... for now. Though, I can’t imagine Andy will keep you around much longer. Not with me carrying his child and all."

Her words were like a dagger to my heart, but I refused to let her see me break.

"Leave," I said through gritted teeth and heavy anger.

She leaned in closer, her face inches from mine. "You think this child will save you? Think again, Lucy. Andy doesn’t need you anymore. And soon..."

She trailed off, her smirk widening into a wicked grin.

Before I could respond, she straightened up and walked to the door. Just as she reached for the handle, she paused and glanced back at me.

"You should pray for that baby of yours," she said softly, her tone suddenly serious. "Because if anything happens to it... well, let’s just say accidents happen all the time in packs."

And then she was gone, leaving me trembling with rage and fear.

I clenched my fists, vowing to protect my child no matter the cost. But deep down, a seed of doubt had already been planted.

What did she mean by accidents? And just how far was she willing to go to take everything from me?

As I lay there, replaying her words in my mind, the door creaked open once more. My heart leapt, expecting to see Doctor Daniel again.

Instead, it was a shadowy figure. They stepped inside, their face hidden in the dim light.

"Luna Lucy," the voice whispered, cold and unfamiliar. "You’re in danger."