Chapter 4

Before I could even move, she suddenly clutched her stomach and let out a sharp cry.

Hurried footsteps pounded down the hall.

Mason rushed in, his hands shaking as he supported Chloe.

"What happened?"

"Mason, my stomach hurts so much..."

In the next breath, Mason's glare pinned me to the spot, raging with fury.

"What did you do to Chloe?"

I parted my lips, wanting to say I hadn't even touched her, while the bruises from her grip still throbbed on my arm.

"I didn't—"

"Shut up."

He scooped Chloe into his arms. Before heading out, he barked an order to his guards to drag me along.

"If anything happens to my pup, you will pay for it."

The car sped toward the medical clinic.

I leaned my head against the cold window glass, Mason's endless, gentle reassurances to Chloe echoing in my ears.

Chloe gripped Mason's shirt, her voice trembling with panic.

"Mason, what if something happens to our baby?"

Mason held her protectively against his chest, turning his gaze on me with eyes as cold as ice.

"If Chloe or the pup suffers even a scratch, I will make you pay."

I lifted my heavy eyelids and offered no defense.

Whatever I said, he would never believe me anyway.

The moment the car stopped, the awaiting Healers wheeled Chloe inside.

I stood outside in the corridor, watching the scene with dead eyes.

Chloe glanced back at me, burying her face into Mason's shoulder in faux terror.

"Mason, I'm scared."

"What if there's massive hemorrhaging during delivery...?"

Mason squeezed her hand. Following her gaze, his eyes landed on me.

A chill ran down my spine as a sickening realization hit me.

"She's an Omega," Mason said flatly, stating it as an obvious fact.

"Omega blood carries innate healing properties. Take her inside."

Terror surged through me. I stumbled backward, flailing my arms to push them away, but strong hands seized me from both sides.

"Let go of me!"

I fought with everything I had, but they pinned me down into the chair.

A cold blade sliced into my wrist. Crimson blood flowed down the tube into collection containers. My wolf's regenerative ability worked frantically to close the wound, forcing the Healer to reopen the cut again and again, each incision deeper than the last.

"We've collected more than enough. Should we keep going?"

Mason cast a chilling glance over me, his voice devoid of any warmth.

"Keep going. Until I say stop."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away.

I felt the warmth and vitality draining out of my body. My wolf whimpered faintly in the depths of my consciousness. Her healing factor strained desperately to mend the damage, but the blood loss was far too rapid—too much even for a werewolf to endure.

A muffled voice echoed nearby.

"If we take any more, she won't make it... An Omega's body can't handle this volume."

No one answered.

Violent tremors took over my limbs, and my consciousness slipped into absolute darkness.

Outside the delivery room, an inexplicable dread gnawed at Mason's chest. He felt as though something vital had slipped completely out of his grasp.

He tried to tell himself it was just worry for Chloe.

After what felt like an eternity, the doors swung open.

The Healer emerged carrying a newborn bundle.

"Both mother and child are safe. It's a healthy baby boy."

Mason cradled the infant with utmost care, the heavy knot in his chest finally loosening.

Then, Vivian's face flashed across his mind.

"Bring Vivian out."

Moments later, a guard sprinted back in a panic, holding up a smartphone.

"Young Master, Miss Vivian is gone!"

"Her phone was left behind in the corner of the treatment room."

Mason took the phone. Just as his fingers closed around it, an alert flashed across the screen.

[Contract finalized. Your mating status has been officially updated.]