Page 24 of Princess Redeemed
“No!”I shout, choking.
The pain.It’s not my heart, not my?—
“The baby!Not the baby!”
“Shit.”My father places his hand on my abdomen.“What’s going on?”
“Pain.God, Daddy, please.Fix this!Don’t let me lose—” I curl into a fetal position, instinctively protecting the life inside me.
I can’t lose Rogan’s baby.
I can’t.
It’s the only part of him I have left.He’s not mine.He never was.But his babyis.
“You were never meant to have this baby, Hannah,” my father says, wiping my forehead with a warm cloth.
Is he serious?He wants me to miscarry?
Not in this lifetime.I’ll do what I must to protect the life growing in me.My child.Rogan’s child.
“It should never have happened,” Dad continues.
It happened because you forced us together!
But the words don’t come.The pain… It consumes me, and every maternal instinct I possess rises, takes over.I force myself into a sitting position, ignoring the dull ache of my healing chest.
Hospital.
Need to get to the hospital.
Need to save my baby.
“This wasn’t meant to be.There’s too much DNA at work, Hannah.Human, vampire, lycan.The chromosomes are at odds with each other.A miscarriage was bound to happen.This baby can’t exist, and you know it.You understand the science.Itcan’t.”
I swallow hard.I could attempt to yell, to tell him to fuck off, but that would require the strength that I need to get out of here.To get to the hospital.
To save my child.
But my God… Is my father right?He knows about the science.He knew enough to trick Rogan and me into thinking we were fated mates.He knows anatomy, physiology, genetics…
I stand, willing my legs to hold me.
No.
Justno.
This babywilllive.He or she will have all the best parts of Rogan and of me.It’s a fucking miracle, and it will survive.
“Hannah, lie down,” Dad says in his low voice.“You can’t stop nature.”
“The hell I can’t!”I grit out.Chills skitter through me as I make it to the bathroom, holding on to furniture as I go.Once inside, I heave a sigh of relief.
No blood.
Miscarriages have blood.
But why all the pain?Like a sword is slicing into my uterus?
