Chapter 70: YOU ARE EXPECTING A BABY

Ellen Evans POV

The world was black. I saw it through my subconscious. And when I slowly allowed my eyes to flutter open, the world was still not as bright as I wished it to be. I felt groggy, sleepiness and tiredness clouding my eyes and dragging me down with its weight. Yet, I still tried to move my body but failed like my brain had told me that I would.

I stared up at the ceiling, the only thing that was in line of sight at the moment, the unfamiliarity of the ceiling being the first thing that I noticed. It was painted a pastel lavender. As I turned my head to the right side, I noticed that the walls of the room was also painted the same colour.

Where was I?

This was neither my bedroom in the Kane pack or my mate's bedroom. My bedroom was painted a benign blue while his was painted pure white. It was neither my bedroom at home in the Harné pack. My bedroom there was painted a jovial yellow. A continuous beeping sound caught my attention and I began to search for it with my eyes. But it was until when I turned my eyes to my left side did I see the offender.

It was a machinery, a medical machinery to be precise. I stared around once more as the smell of antiseptic finally graced my nostrils. I knew where I was now. I should be at the hospital.

But wait, what was I doing there? Inside of a hospital room? How did I come to end up here?

Then, it hit me.

All the memories from before came pouring out into my head in a rush. I winced as the happenings of earlier in the throne room came back to me. I remembered the August visitors, Sebastian with his Gamma and my brother who was the Beta. I remembered how seeing them had made me felt, the overwhelming feeling of dread and fear of the complete unknown.

I had fainted. That I remembered all too well, the moment the world had turned back before my very eyes. I remembered my mate breaking my fall, catching me in his arms. I remembered the look of worry on his face as I faded away.

Wait, where was my mate? What did he leave me here, alone?

"Dylan?" I whispered, trying to get out of bed. I succeeded this time, swinging both legs along the side of the bed and rising to my feet. And just then, a sharp pain shot through my entire frame to my head, forcing me to instantly crumble to the floor with a loud sound and a clatter. I had accidentally caused a gallipot to fall off the bedside tray.

The doors flew open as I tried my best to get out of the mess that I had put myself in. It was not possible. I did not have the strength to do that.

"Ellen," Dylan said just as his gentle hand grasped mine in his.

"Dylan, where were you?" I asked as he helped me up to my feet.

"I was just outside waiting for the doctor. He took some blood samples and went to get some tests done. I did not want to disturb you with our noise."

"I am fine Dylan," I said to him. "I only just fainted maybe because I was tired from all of the stress of planning the wedding. "I am good. Let us go home, those men are waiting."

"You passed out Ellen. You were out for approximately an hour. Let the doctor take care of you my love. The three of them whosoever they may be can wait," he told me as he helped me to lie on the bed. He adjusted the pillow and positioned my head properly, comfortably.

He was caring.

I do not think that I would regret ever getting married to Dylan, for ever since I had met me he was good to me. I had come to fall in love with him, deeply in love. I would not bear to imagine a life without my mate by my side. It would be excruciatingly painful to do that.

"What did they tell you?" I asked as fear took a free ride inside of me. I waited, anxious as he spoke.

"They did not say anything, refusing to speak till you were there. Who are they? Why did their presence upset you so much that you fainted?" He asked me. I did not speak, bidding my time as I thought of the right thing to say to him.

What should I tell him?

Should I tell him that they were from my past?

Then I would have to tell him everything that had happened in the past. They were undoubtedly memories that I did not wish to relieve, especially at this moment after I had found peace and a purpose in my life.

Why was fate so cruel?

"Ellen?" He said, calling me out of my train of thoughts. "What is the problem? My love, you can tell me anything you know?" He said to me with reassuring eyes.

I should tell him. He deserved to know.

I gathered my courage and began to speak. "I am from the Harné pack. And I have parents and siblings. I lied when I told you that I did not have one Dylan."

"There must have been a reason my love. You would not just do that, that I know. That reason, what was it?" He questioned me. I hesitated to speak because I was scared, unsure of how he was going to react to it all. "Talk to me baby, tell me everything," he urged me softly, rubbing my palms that was in his, tenderly.

"The reason I never told you was because I-"

The door to the hospital room burst open and a tall man in a laboratory coat came inside. I assumed he was the doctor that my mate had been waiting for. He had a large smile on his face as if he had just make an epic discovery of the year.

"Doctor," my mate said to him with a frown. "Where have you been?"

"I took the samples to the labs. The results are back. Oh the patient is awake?" He said the moment he came closer to me.

"Yes," I replied in a weak voice. He nodded his head.

"Welcome back, Ellen," he said to me. "I am doctor Thompson, your attending physician. As you might recall, you fainted but you are going to be fine, alright?" I nodded at his words.

"Ellen, we ran some tests while you were unconscious. There's something we need to discuss." My heart sank instantly with my mind sensing that something was amiss.

"What is it?" I asked. My voice barely audible,lower than a whisper.

"What is wrong with her doctor?" My mate asked the doctor with a concerned look on his face. The doctor waved the envelope in his hands.

"You will soon know. The test results are out though." My fingers trembled but I did not even notice. What would the test say? Did I have a recurring hereditary disease like Mother? She had died from breast cancer after being a survivor twice.

"Ellen, I am here. You are safe," my mate whispered to me softly before he lifted my palms that was in his palms to his lips and kissed the skin on the back. I was attempting a smile at him to mask my fear, but the doctor's next words shattered my fragile calm.

"Congratulations Alpha and soon to be Luna. You are expecting a baby. Ellen here is pregnant."

Those word nearly ended me.