C6 Hidden Truth

Iris pov

The only feeling that ran across my entire body as I was being rushed over to the hospital was regret. Why had I not been able to resist this man enough? So that I didn't even get pregnant for him in the first place?

Now, not only that, but I had taken such a risky abortion that left me bleeding so intensely. The only thing that I could catch from the world was his constant groans and grunts. Apart from that, I wouldn't have even noticed if somebody amputated my leg while I was in that unfortunate state.

It was when I was placed on a stretcher that I could no longer feel his presence or hear his voice that I finally lost consciousness. After a while, I regained my consciousness, and the smell of antiseptic feeled my nostrils.

My eyes have barely been able to open because of how heavy their lids had been slowly strolled from one side of the room to another.

It took them a while to confirm that these were truly unfamiliar surroundings, and after everything that I had been through recently, I couldn't just shrug lightly and shut my eyes after waking up in unfamiliar surrounding.

I tried to sit up, a futile action as I was barely able to move even my thumb without sending waves of pain all over my entire body in an instant.

"That hurts…" I grunted the obvious to myself and decided to look around a little more.

"You're in a hospital…"

A voice suddenly popped out of the blue, and I was almost tempted to jump right out of my skin because of the shock of the unfamiliar voice speaking to me. I turned my face around, and then I saw a short man that had stubby brown hair.

The white coat that he had strapped around him gave me the idea that he was a doctor along with what he had just said.

"How did I end up here?" I had to ask my memory beginning to feel blurry the only thing I remembered was ending up at the doorstep and then collapsing into a heap shamelessly and then I remember his face completely drained of colour when he saw me.

How have you been feeling? I asked myself as I crumpled up my bed sheet into my fingers, balling it into fist.

"... Probably disgust…"

This is what I said to myself quietly, and I felt like the doctors eyes were on me.

"He looked worried about you when he brought you in here…".

I instantly stiffened, and then an awkward laugh just left my lips. I could imagine him feeling a million different things for me, and worry was still not going to be one of them.

Unless he was worried that the abortion was not successful.

My chest burned, and the image of my own blood pooling up came racing in my mind.

"What happened to the baby?"

I asked, trying to sound all aloof and cold, but deep down inside, I was screaming and cursing at the Alpha. If he had not pushed me to do this and then at myself for doing it anyway,

The doctor took a dramatic pause and asked.

"What do you think happened?" He asked me, and my throat felt like it was all closed up. He had responded and at the same time still not answered my question.

"I ..I…"

My throat felt dry, and sobs were threatening to come along with heavy tears as I lay there and battled hard to fight them back because I was tired of being so pathetic and weak.

"...you are lucky that you were brought in here the moment that you showed up…any time wasted and…"

He paused again, and my heart jumped in response to how he dragged out his words, not knowing that he was making me all the more tense with how he spoke.

I almost felt like laughing derisively when the doctor called me lucky, I had been anything in my entire life other than lucky.

After all, what was lucky about getting seduced and then rejected by a man that would never be within my league? Distance between us was just so far apart that even if he wanted things to work out between the two of us, it would have still been nothing more than a ridiculous wish and nothing more than that.

It hurt, but what was the use of lying to myself, especially now that the baby was dea-

"Your baby survived Ma'am

I stared at the doctor completely speechless, I was searching for what to say, but instead of talking, I found myself gapping at him like an idiot.

"Really?"

I said, hearing the disbelief that was loud in my voice. The doctor must have heard it too. Maybe that was why he was wearing that disapproving look all over his face.

"You don't look so disappointed that you weren't able to get what you wanted…"

He said, and his words pricked at my heart like needles.

"Especially since you went so far to get i -"

"The Father doesn't want the baby!" I found myself yelling out helplessly, and then my voice became a little quieter like a mouse.

"...the father doesn't want the child, and I can barely even take care of myself to talk less of another living creature…"

The doctor gazed at me, and I could see the pity that was painted in his eyes.

"It doesn't look that way to me…I think you should try talking things out with him…"

I felt cold all over, if this man knows half of what Kristen has put me through he would give me a ticket on the next flight to the other side of the world instead of asking me to talk it out with that man.

"You can't tell him…" I said, pleading with everything that I had inside of me.

"..let me tell you something.." I didn't feel comfortable telling my life story to a stranger.

But I had no choice.

Kristen could never find out about this baby.