Page 83 of Knot Your Baby

Help!

My head swims, or is it my eyes rolling into my head?

I have to tell him before I drop.

I stagger toward the door, but my legs don’t want to cooperate as the floor rushes up to meet me once again.

I collapse against the wall, sliding down until I’m sitting on the floor. My brain is screaming as I fight the black that zips across my eyesight.

I need to call out, but the words won’t come out.

My omega instincts want to scream for my alpha—for Zane, for Miller, and for Thorne—even as my rational mind reminds me he’s the last person who would want to help me once he hears how I hid his baby from him.

A sharp pain lances through my temple. I slowly lift my heavy hand and press it against my head, but this time the edges of my vision darken and don’t come back.

My throat closes as I gag for air.

In the distance, I can hear footsteps in the hallway. “H—” It’s just a whisper, not even a word as I try to call for help.

“Freya?” The voice sounds far away, muffled, but unmistakably his.

My heavy eyelids flutter closed.

“Freya.” His voice sounds more panicked now. His footsteps are heavier.

I just wish I told him the truth before I die. Will I die this time? I was told I was so close the last time.

“Fuck!” His voice is closer now and with the last of my strength, I force my eyes up, finding a silhouette crouched in front of me.

His scent spikes—strawberry, lime, and tequila—and is mixed with fear as he rushes toward me. His brawny arms catch me before I hit the floor completely. “B—”

“Freya! What happened?”

“Babe—” I say with as much strength as I can find. I need him to know before I go.

My eyes are unblinking now as I stare ahead but can’t focus.

My mouth moves, but nothing else comes out.

“Freya, stay with me. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Miller!”

The urgency in his voice is the last thing I register as my eyelids get heavy again, but this time the darkness closes in and I can’t fight it any longer.

And as consciousness slips away, I’m not scared anymore.

I’m sure he knows he’s Stone’s daddy when he envelopes me in his scent for the very last time.

Chapter 24

Thorne

“I’ll take Stone.” Zanekisses Freya on her forehead before he takes my baby out of my arms. “You need to sleep.”

“I can’t. I need to be here if she wakes up.”

I’ve been here for thirty-nine hours now, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, willing her eyes to open, but all I see is the way the harsh overhead lights of the hospital room make Freya’s normally golden face now look ghost-like.

“She will wake up,” Miller says as he stands at the foot of the bed, touching her ankle. She looks so small in the hospital bed. Fragile. “She’s getting warmer. And you need some food.”

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