Premature Labor After The Alpha Took My Hospital Bag Chapter 03
He contacted the guards and had the home’s energy supply cut from the outside.
The living room lights went out instantly.
Every piece of functioning equipment in the house shut down simultaneously.
The entire place plunged into darkness.
From the shattered crystal, his frigid warning emerged.
“Melinda, since you refuse to appreciate my kindness, you can reflect in the dark.”
“When you’re ready to apologize, that’s when I’ll turn the lights back on.”
“Don’t expect me to feel sorry for you. You brought this on yourself.”
My body curled on the floor. I bit down on my lip, refusing to let myself cry out.
I could feel the blood draining from my body with terrible clarity.
Each wave of pain in my abdomen hit harder than the last.
Reason told me I had to stay conscious. He could no longer see what I was doing.
My hands groped across the floor as I crawled toward the bathroom.
There were scissors and towels in there.
If no one came to save me, I would have to deliver this baby myself.
I’d barely reached the bathroom doorway when a light suddenly bloomed in the distance.
At some point, a communication crystal had been installed in the living room clock as well.
The glow from its projection illuminated my ashen face.
On the screen, Alina lay in a hospital bed, her complexion rosy and healthy.
She was nestled in Dennis’s arms, holding my hospital bag.
“Dennis, is Melinda upset with me?”
Alina’s voice was saccharine, laced with manufactured hurt.
“I didn’t mean to take her bag. My contractions just started so suddenly.”
“Maybe you should go back and check on her. I can manage on my own.”
Dennis tenderly wiped the tears from the corner of her eye.
“Forget about her. She just can’t stand seeing me be good to you.”
“She smashed the surveillance crystal at home. She’s probably throwing a fit somewhere right now.”
He turned toward the camera, his gaze turning sharp.
“Melinda, look at how considerate Alina is.”
“Now look at yourself—smashing things, threatening to break our bond, acting like a lunatic.”
“I’m warning you. If you make another scene and upset Alina—”
“I’ll pull the plug on your brother’s treatment tomorrow.”
My heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach.
My brother was my only family left in this world, and he was still receiving treatment at the pack’s infirmary.
All of Dennis’s devotion, all his tenderness—it was reserved for Alina, the woman who called me “sister” to my face.
Looking at that loving couple on the screen, a wave of violent nausea washed over me.
“Dennis, you make me sick.”
I screamed those words with everything I had.
On screen, Alina shrank into Dennis’s embrace in fright.
“Dennis, Melinda is so scary. My stomach hurts so badly.”
Dennis’s face went dark as iron.
“Melinda, you’re asking for death!”
“Since you love acting insane so much, then rot in there and die!”
He cut the video feed.
Immediately after, I heard a hollow sound echo through the water pipes.
He hadn’t just cut the power—he’d had someone shut off the main water valve too.
I crawled to the sink and twisted the faucet.
A few residual drops fell, then nothing.
No water. No electricity. No communication.
He had driven me to a dead end.
My back against the cold tile, I gasped for breath.
The blood beneath me had completely soaked through my dress.
The thick smell of iron permeated the cramped bathroom.
The pup inside me grew quieter and quieter.
The movements had gone from violent to faint, barely a flutter.
“Don’t be scared, baby.”
My hand pressed against my belly, and my tears finally broke free.
“Mama will save you, even if it kills me.”
Clenching my jaw, I fumbled through the cabinet beneath the sink.
My fingers found a rusted pair of scissors.
I gripped them tight.
This was my last tool for self-rescue.