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 came 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 me. The beeping of the machines became a deafening roar.

My mind raced backward. Counting days. Calculating dates. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

And then it hit me.

That night.

The night Finn drugged me. The night Kael saved me. 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 me like a whore. The man who’d told me we could never be together. The man who’d kissed my cheek and said goodbye like I was nothing.

His child was growing inside me.

Right now.

"I need to go." The words came 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 me 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 me at the door. "Given your condition, you really should—"

I turned. Looked at him directly.

"You can’t tell anyone about this." My voice came 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 mean 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 informed of any—"

"No!"

The word exploded from me. 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 me for a long moment.

"Of course." His voice was careful now. Measured. "Your medical 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 documents—"

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

Another hesitation. Another moment of silent judgment.

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

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

I was already gone.

The hospital corridors blurred around me. White walls. Fluorescent lights. Nurses in scrubs who looked at me 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 me 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 Meridian Territory stretched before me. Familiar and foreign at the same time. Buildings I’d passed a thousand times looked different now. Sharper. Realer. Like I was seeing them for the first time.

Everything was different now.

Everything.

I walked. And walked. And walked.

My mind refused to be quiet. Thoughts crashed over me 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 me.

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 me. He’d said it himself. We weren’t the same 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 me. Or destroy it. Or destroy me.

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 judgment. 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 memory hit me.

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

The words had floated past me then. Abstract. Meaningless. 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 me.

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 something 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 me.

But it was there.

A tiny cluster of cells. Already dividing. Already becoming something. Someone.

Half me. Half Kael.

A child that would have silver-grey eyes or black-gold ones. That would smell 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?