Page 41 of The Alpha's Bullied Pregnant Mate

“Fuck that. Drop everything else you are doing and head back to the clinic NOW. I’d tell you everything as soon as I’m there. I’m counting on you, doc.”

There was a nervous pause on the other end before the doctor spoke again. “Don’t worry about it, Fannar. I’d be there. Give me a few minutes to gather my things. See you soon.” The call disconnected.

Fannar glanced at Isla and laid a hand on her thigh. A million thoughts were running wild in his head and he struggled to process anything., or focus on any one thought. A tempest was churning inside him tearing everything it came in contact with.

Isla had been marked by him. He remembered flashes of that incident from time to time but he never saw a face. His first transformation had caught him by surprise and all he remembered from it was a taste of blood in his mouth and bits of flesh snagged in his teeth. As for who or what he had bitten, he’d had no recollection.

It just had to be you, Isla, didn’t it? All the people in the world and you happen to be the exact person who is present for my transformation. What a mess.

He had a vague understanding of the bond mark, and he was hoping his mother could help him in that regard. He couldn’t understand why she would want to keep such information to herself at all. This was just another confirmation for Fannar that no matter how close they had become, he never really knew the woman.

His crisis would have to wait for now. Isla was still unconscious and that took precedence in Fannar’s mind over everything else. He drove as fast as the slippery road permitted, and was at the clinic fifteen minutes after leaving the restaurant.

The healer’s car pulled in behind Fannar’s and Petar jumped out of his truck and ran to it. “Fannar. What’s wrong? It sounded urgent. I was in the middle of—” His eyes found Isla’s limp form. He rushed around the front and scurried to Isla’s side. “What happened to her?”

Fannar helped Petar undo the seat belt even as the healer checked for a pulse. “I have no idea, doc. We were having dinner and… We got into a fight. Next thing I know, she’s unconscious. Is she going to be okay?”

Petar frowned and bit his lower lip. “I don’t know. She’s alive, but I’d need to revive her pulse and run some tests. Get her inside. Quickly.” He ran to the clinic and unlocked the front door as Fannar gathered Isla in his arms. A low moan escaped her mouth, and her eyes danced around behind her lids but remained closed.

Petar pushed the door open and scurried into the building. Fannar followed, hot on his tail and forgetting to shut the door behind him. Petar entered an examination room on his right and cleared out a narrow bed for Isla.

Fannar set her down gently and began pacing in the narrow room, biting his fingers as he did so. Petar, who had been tugging on a pair of gloves frowned at Fannar and shook his head.

“Nope. None of that. No disrespect, but I need you to leave, now. You’re going to be nothing but an annoying distraction, what with your constant fretting and relentless pacing.” Gently but firmly, he shoved Fannar back into the hallway. “She will be fine, but I need to concentrate. More than enough room for your pacing here. And please, shut the front door.”

Fannar opened his mouth to speak but Petar was back in the examination room and shut the door behind him. While he was irritated that he could not be with Isla, he knew that the healer was right. The last thing he wanted was to get in Petar’s way.

He walked to the front door and shut it. He resumed his pacing, trying his best to keep his mind blank until he knew the situation with Isla. Until she woke up, nothing else mattered to him. Not their fight, not the bond mark. Nothing.

The urge to peep into the room to find out what was going on was overwhelming, and Fannar fought it endlessly. He considered calling his mother and telling her what had happened but changed his mind. There was no point causing a panic until he understood what was going on.

Time seemed to stand still for Fannar and when the door finally opened, he felt like he had been waiting for hours, although his watch told him that only a quarter of an hour had passed so far. He jumped out of the waiting chair and watched Petar expectantly.

“Well? What happened to her? Is she awake now? Is she going to be fine?”

“The good news is, it was nothing to serious, and with a little rest, she should recover quickly. The bad news is that she’s been under a lot of stress lately, and I’m guessing your fight earlier did not help matters. You really shouldn’t stress her so much, you know? Especially not so early into her pregnancy. Come on in. I can revive her if you want—”

Fannar frowned, losing track of everything else Petar said. “Her what?”

Petar turned and looked at Fannar as if he was the dumbest man in the world. “Her pregnancy? She’s a little over two months gone. Don’t worry, her baby is fine and there’s nothing to lose sleep over? So, would you like me to revive her?”

Fannar felt his world smash into pieces around him. Isla was pregnant? How the fuck did that happen? He shook his head. You know exactly how it happened, dummy. Surprise, Fannar. You’re about to become a dad.

He followed Petar slowly into the room. “Are you… You’re sure about this?”

Petar, who had been rummaging through a cabinet, turned and looked at Fannar with exasperation. “What do you mean am I sure? Of course, I’m sure. You drag me here in the middle of the night and…” He trailed off as he noticed Fannar’s distracted expression. Petar’s eyes narrowed and his voice grew softer. “Holy shit… You didn’t know, did you?”

“Didn’t know what?”

Isla’s voice startled the two men and they both snapped their necks around to look at her. She was struggling to sit up and Petar, recovering fastest, rushed forward to help her. Fannar remained frozen, watching her with wide eyes like a deer in the headlights.

“Jeez, my head hurts furiously,” Isla said, squinting and rubbing her temple. “Where on earth am I? What’s going on here?” She looked from one man to the other, eyeing each one suspiciously.

“Let me get you some herbs for the pain in your head,” Petar said, smiling deeply. As he walked past Fannar, he raised a questioning brow.

Fannar blinked and shook his head in confusion. The whole day had been an endless procession of madness and now he was completely out of his depth. He turned to Isla and found her studying him from the bed. He swallowed hard, thinking of what to say to her.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, wincing softly. She frowned at Fannar. “What didn’t you know? Why am I in a clinic? What happened, and most importantly, how the hell did I get here?”

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