Page 58 of Rejected and Pregnant by the Lycan King

Her scent led me straight to the clinic, and I barreled through the door without a second thought. Dozens of eyes landed on me, and a growl ripped through the noise of the clinic. Everyone’s eyes dropped to the ground, none of them challenging me as I searched for my mate. The place wasn’t big. If I had to guess, it had about a dozen patient rooms, and my mate could be in any of them.

Someone stepped into my path with their hands raised to stop me from going further. My clothes fell from my mouth as I roared to make them move. When they didn’t, I pushed forward, indifferent to whether I hurt them or not. My mate was here, and I would find her.

“Sir! Please!” the person screamed as I shoved them aside. I could smell her scent. It was getting stronger. If I kept going, I would find her, and I could claim her as mine once again. “Sir! Those are patient rooms! Tell me who you’re looking for, and I can help you!”

No one could help me except for my mate. Neither my lycan nor I wanted anyone talking to us or touching us right now. Finding our mate was the only option, and nothing would stop us from doing this.

I followed the scent through the hall, and it ended at the very end. Bursting through the door, the rage that surged through me from not finding her yet caused another roar to escape from my throat.

She wasn’t there.

There was blood everywhere on the floor. The walls closed in once again, as I thought I was too late. This couldn’t be. How didI allow this to happen? If I had used my resources, I would have arrived sooner. There were helicopters on retainer; I could have called one to get here in time.

I threw my head back and howled mournfully as the thought of my mate being ripped from this plane of existence too soon settled in my mind. Lowering myself to the ground, I tried to accept that I was too late. I needed to get closer to her scent, and the blood was the closest thing I could find now. In the blood, the taint I couldn’t identify before still stung at me.

What the hell is this scent?

It didn’t smell like death. Not even the room had that odor. I could smell her caramel and vanilla, but there was something else—mint. My scent carried mint in it. That didn’t make any sense. It’s been far too long for the scent to still be mingled with hers. I no longer carried hers, so how could she still be carrying mine?

I heard something moving behind me. Who would dare approach me?

It was the person from the hall who tried to keep me from coming back here.

Did they know my mate was dead, and that’s why they didn’t want me back here? No one would do that to a grieving mate. But they didn’t know she was my mate before I came in here.

I needed to shift back. My lycan growled because he wanted to grip this person’s throat and rip their head from their body for trying to keep us from this room. I couldn’t let my beast do that. As much as I wanted to inflict pain on someone for this, I didn’tknow what had happened. That didn’t stop me from roaring in this person’s face as I tried to wrestle my lycan into submission long enough to shift back. He didn’t want to go back into his cage. He wanted answers about what happened to our mate.

We won’t find out if you don’t let me talk to them!I snapped.

They killed our mate! They don’t deserve to breathe!My lycan snarled in my mind.

We don’t know that! She could have gone home, and they haven’t cleaned up from what happened in here! We don’t smell death, only blood!

This caught my lycan’s attention and allowed the shift back to happen. Once I was on my feet, I did exactly what I wanted to stop my lycan from doing. I grabbed the worker’s throat and pulled him close to me. This male’s brown eyes looked terrified as I glared into them. He looked away as quickly as he could, revealing that he was not dominant enough to hold my gaze. His pupils were dilated, and I could hear his heart thumping in his chest.

He was terrified.

Good. He wouldn’t risk lying to me about where my mate was within this building. If I even sensed him lying, I would rip his throat out and destroy everything in my path until I found her.

“Where is my mate?”

The male trembled in my hand. “I’m sorry, but who is your mate?”

“Kylie! Where is Kylie?”

Recognition of my mate’s name flashed in his eyes. He knew her. That meant he knew where she was hidden.

“We haven’t received any notification that she had a mate.”

I growled and pulled him closer to my face. My anger made my power swell through the room. The male tried to shrink away from me but couldn’t because of my grasp. He swallowed hard as the sound of my snarl filled the room.

“She was taken to surgery and is in our recovery room.”

“Surgery? Why was she in surgery?”

He swallowed again as he avoided my glare. “She needed an emergency C-section.”

My hand released him as I processed what he had just said. That couldn’t mean what I thought it meant. “C-section,” I repeated the word.

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