Page 29 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part One

She eyed the nurse suspiciously from under her lashes, which she probably didn’t need to do. The woman wasn’t paying her any attention. She was flustered and acting like a love-struck teenager because of the hulking presence in the room. It was a wonder she hadn’t stabbed her to death when she’d drawn her blood.

“I’ll run this to the lab. The doctor will see you as soon as possible,” the nurse said.

She said this directly to Jackson as if he was the one on the exam table. The nurse hadn’t addressed her at all the whole time she’d done her observations.

But she had thrown her that cold look like everyone else she had met. Would they even treat her without bias like medical professionals were supposed to do? She didn’t think so.

The nurse left the room, but not before looking towards Jackson one last time. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked like she would cum just by looking at him. Disgusting. Pathetic.

A voice in her head reminded her that was probably how she looked at Jackson, but she shoved it away. It didn’t matter how flustered or wet Jackson made her; nothing would come of that. And more importantly, that would not make her change her mind about leaving. She had been crazy to accept it in the first place, especially since she had seen all the red flags already. She was not giving him a baby!

Which left her with the little problem of making sure Brit escaped and went somewhere safe before she tried to break out of this place. She wasn’t waiting to get abused or shanked in her sleep.

“I can almost hear you thinking.”

She tensed and turned her head to look at the man who had insisted on being in the room with her. Jackson sprawled in a chair near the desk as if he owned the place. His ice-blue eyes were boring into her so intently she realised he probably hadn’t taken his eyes off her the whole time.

She looked away to inspect the posters and notices on the wall.

“Hm?”

“You’ve been looking at this place with that look on your face. I assure you, this is a state-of-the-art hospital. Nothing will go wrong here. We have the best doctors.”

She looked down at the colourful bandaid on her arm and then at the poster about silver poisoning and other things that made no damn sense.

“If you say so,” she said with a shrug.

The door opened, and a man who didn’t look much older than Jackson came in.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. There was an atta—”

“It’s okay, Doctor Richards,” Jackson cut in. “This is Layla, the woman I told you about.”

The doctor turned to her as if he hadn’t seen her sitting right in front of him and gave her a smile that looked insincere. But his words kept running through her head. She was sure he’d almost said an attack. Wolf attack? How could Jackson claim she was safe if wolves could attack her here?

“Hello, Layla,” the doctor said as he picked up a folder on the desk. “I’ll just ask a few questions and start you off on some prenatal supplements today, and then I’ll send your test results by tonight. Have a seat here, please.”

Well, at least he had confirmed that the insemination wouldn’t happen today, even if Jackson thought he would be the one to do it. That would buy her some time to make a plan. She adjusted the knife she’d slid down the waistband of her jeans before sliding off the examination table. The only available chair was right next to Jackson’s, and that close to him, she could almost feel the heat from his body and smell his aftershave. A pleasant woodsy scent made her toes curl, making her want to lick him all over, especially that eight-pack under his tank top.

It was ridiculous how much she noticed about the man when she didn’t like him.

“Any genetic defects in the family?” the doctor asked.

“What?” she asked with a frown.

Defects? She’d been to one or two doctor’s appointments in her life, but when they asked about her family history, they didn’t ask that way. Maybe Jackson had put the doctor up to this. Perhaps he wanted to create a perfect baby, and if, for whatever reason, he thought her baby wasn’t perfect, he would give it away.

“Defects,” the doctor repeated, and then listed some medical conditions as examples in a way that made her blood boil.

The nerve of the man to call himself a doctor! And Jackson wanted to put the health of her child in his hands? Never.

“None of that matters, Doctor,” Jackson said. “She’ll carry my child either way. You’ve done the blood test, so let’s wrap things up.”

She felt no relief when she heard his words. The fear for the future of the child had already taken root.

“Yes, Alph... Yes,” the doctor said, clearing his throat as he shuffled his paperwork. “Everything looks okay. Nurse Emily is preparing the prenatal supplements to be taken every day until the twelfth week of pregnancy, but we will discuss that when she becomes pregnant.”

Again, talking about her as if she wasn’t there. This place was full of the rudest, most ignorant pieces of shit she had ever seen, and she had seen plenty on her side of the tracks.

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