Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! Chapter 63

Aria’s POV

Pregnant.

The word echoed in my skull. Bouncing off the walls of my brain. Refusing to make sense.

"I’m sorry?" My voice ca out strangled. "What did you just say?"

The doctor’s expression was patient. Kind. "You’re pregnant, Ms. Shadow Moon. Approximately three weeks along, based on our initial estimates."

No.

No, no, no.

This couldn’t be happening. This was a nightmare. I was still unconscious. Still floating in that dark void. This wasn’t real.

"That’s impossible." The words tumbled out. Desperate. "There must be a mistake. Run the test again."

"We ran it twice." The doctor’s voice was gentle. "Both results were positive. There’s no mistake."

The room tilted. The white walls spun around . The beeping of the machines beca a deafening roar.

My mind raced backward. Counting days. Calculating dates.

And then it hit .

That night.

The night Finn drugged . The night Kael saved . The night we...

Oh god.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

"Ms. Shadow Moon?" The doctor leaned forward. Concern creased his forehead. "Are you alright? You’ve gone very pale."

I couldn’t breathe. My chest was too tight. My lungs had forgotten how to work.

Kael’s baby.

I was carrying Kael Blood Crown’s baby.

The Alpha heir. The man who’d paid like a whore. The man who’d told we could never be together. The man who’d kissed my cheek and said goodbye like I was nothing.

His child was growing inside .

Right now.

"I need to go." The words ca out before I could think. I was already pushing back the blankets. Already swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

"Ms. Shadow Moon, please." The doctor stood. Held out a hand. "You’ve only just regained consciousness. I really think you should stay for observation—"

"I said I need to go." My feet hit the cold floor. The IV tugged at my arm. I reached for it.

"At least let remove that properly—"

"Fine. Do it. Quickly."

The doctor hesitated. Then nodded. His hands were gentle as he disconnected the IV. Pressed a cotton ball to the tiny wound.

I didn’t wait for a bandage. Just grabbed my things from the bedside table. My phone. My wallet. My dignity in shreds.

"Ms. Shadow Moon." The doctor’s voice stopped at the door. "Given your condition, you really should—"

I turned. Looked at him directly.

"You can’t tell anyone about this." My voice ca out hard. Cold. A voice I barely recognized. "Not a single word. To anyone. Do you understand?"

The doctor blinked. Surprised by my intensity.

"Well, patient confidentiality is of course—"

"I an it." I stepped closer. Let him see the desperation in my eyes. "No one can know. Not anyone."

"But the gentleman who brought you in..." The doctor glanced at his clipboard. "Mr. Blood Crown was very insistent that we keep him inford of any—"

"No!"

The word exploded from . Sharp. Panicked.

The doctor actually flinched.

"Especially not him." My hands were shaking. My whole body was shaking. "You cannot tell him. You cannot tell anyone. I don’t care what he said. I don’t care how insistent he was. This is my body. My information. And I’m telling you to keep it confidential."

The doctor stared at for a long mont.

"Of course." His voice was careful now. asured. "Your dical information is protected. I won’t share it with anyone without your explicit consent."

"Good."

I turned back toward the door. Then stopped.

"I need my records." I held out my hand. "All of them. The test results. Everything."

"Ms. Shadow Moon, those are hospital docunts—"

"I have a right to my own dical records." My voice was flat. Leaving no room for argunt. "Give them to . Now."

Another hesitation. Another mont of silent judgnt.

Then he walked to a cabinet. Pulled out a folder. Handed it to .

"You really should follow up with an OB-GYN," he said. "Prenatal care is extrely important, especially in the early stages—"

I was already gone.

The hospital corridors blurred around . White walls. Fluorescent lights. Nurses in scrubs who looked at with concern as I stumbled past.

I didn’t care.

I just needed to get out. To breathe. To think.

The automatic doors whooshed open. Cool evening air hit my face. I sucked it in like a drowning woman.

Pregnant.

I was pregnant.

With Kael’s baby.

My legs carried forward. I didn’t know where I was going. Didn’t care. Just needed to move. To put distance between myself and that sterile room and those terrible words.

The streets of ridian Territory stretched before . Familiar and foreign at the sa ti. Buildings I’d passed a thousand tis looked different now. Sharper. Realer. Like I was seeing them for the first ti.

Everything was different now.

Everything.

I walked. And walked. And walked.

My mind refused to be quiet. Thoughts crashed over like waves. Each one more devastating than the last.

A baby.

I was going to have a baby.

Kael’s baby.

The father who would never know. Who couldn’t know. Who’d made it perfectly clear he wanted nothing to do with .

What was I supposed to do?

I couldn’t keep it. Could I? A child needed two parents. Needed stability. Needed a father who actually wanted them.

Kael didn’t want . He’d said it himself. We weren’t the sa kind of people. We could never be together.

How could I bring a child into that? How could I raise a baby alone, with no money, no support, no future?

And what would happen when people found out? When his family found out?

The Blood Crown pack would never accept a half-Shadow Moon child. They’d see it as an abomination. A stain on their precious bloodline.

They’d try to take it from . Or destroy it. Or destroy .

I couldn’t let that happen.

The thought crystallized in my mind. Sharp. Clear. Terrifying.

I had to get rid of it.

It was the only way.

The only logical choice.

I stopped walking. Pressed my hand against a brick wall. Tried to steady myself.

This was the right decision. The smart decision. The decision that would protect everyone.

Including the baby that would never have a chance to live.

A sob caught in my throat.

No. I couldn’t think like that. I couldn’t let emotion cloud my judgnt. Not now. Not when so much was at stake.

I’d done this before. Made this choice before. It wasn’t easy, but it was survivable.

And then the mory hit .

"If you undergo another abortion, there’s a very real chance you may never be able to conceive again."

The words had floated past then. Abstract. aningless. What did it matter if I couldn’t have more children? I had Lilith. That was enough.

But now...

I slid down the wall. My back scraped against the rough brick. My legs gave out beneath .

Now it wasn’t abstract anymore.

Now it was real.

If I terminated this pregnancy, I might never have another child. Ever.

This could be my last chance.

My only chance.

To have a baby that was truly mine. Not born from obligation or duty or forced mating. But from sothing that had felt—even if just for one night—like more than that.

Tears spilled down my cheeks. Hot. Unstoppable.

I pressed my palm against my stomach. Flat. Unchanged. No sign of the life growing inside .

But it was there.

A tiny cluster of cells. Already dividing. Already becoming sothing. Soone.

Half . Half Kael.

A child that would have silver-grey eyes or black-gold ones. That would sll like moonflowers or ebony and frost. That would carry both our bloodlines—Shadow Moon and Blood Crown—in its veins.

A child that was impossible.

A child that shouldn’t exist.

A child I couldn’t get rid of.

But couldn’t keep either.

The sob finally escaped. Loud. Ugly. Wrenching.

I curled into myself. Right there on the sidewalk. Knees pulled to my chest. Arms wrapped around my stomach. Crying like the broken thing I was.

What was I supposed to do?

What the hell was I supposed to do?