The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 380: No heartbeat...

Lyla

The smell of fresh coffee lingered in the kitchen, but I couldn’t enjoy it. My legs trembled. I clutched the doorframe, blinking hard, trying to steady the world tilting around me. The man—what was his name again?—the mechanic, was pointing, his eyes wide with alarm.

"You’re bleeding," he said, his voice oddly muffled through the ringing in my ears.

I followed his gaze to my legs.

Blood.

A dark stream was sliding down the inside of my thighs, staining my cotton dress and pooling on the floor beneath me.

I didn’t panic—not yet. My mind refused to process what I was seeing.

"No," I whispered, one hand clutching my belly as a cramp tore through me, sharper than before.

The mechanic was already moving, his hands out. "Ma’am, you need to sit down. You need—"

A police siren screamed through the street, pulling up in front of our house.

Two officers stepped out. One of them, a woman in her late forties with short black hair and a wary gaze, scanned the property. The male officer beside her looked more eager, more aggressive.

"Is this 17 Elmsworth?" the woman asked.

The mechanic turned, shielding me slightly with his body. "Yes, but I think she’s having a medical emergency."

"We got a complaint of property destruction and possible assault. Where’s the suspect?"

I couldn’t speak. Pain lanced through me again, and I dropped to one knee, gasping.

That’s when Ramsey came barreling through the front door.

"Lyla!" His voice filled with panic.

He crossed the room in two steps and caught me just before I hit the floor. My body curled against his instinctively. I could barely register the mechanic explaining the situation to the officers or the female cop calling for an ambulance on her radio.

"I’m fine," I mumbled, clutching Ramsey’s shirt. "I’m fine. The babies—"

"Don’t talk," he said. His voice was trembling. "Just breathe. I’ve got you."

The paramedics arrived moments later. They didn’t waste time. Ramsey growled when they tried to touch me at first, but one look at my pale face calmed him. He lifted me into the stretcher himself.

As they wheeled me out, I caught a glimpse of Paul standing beside the police car, his arms folded and a smug look on his face. He hadn’t even flinched at the sight of my blood.

"You’ll regret this," Ramsey told him as they pushed me toward the ambulance.

"You attacked me. This is how the law works

female officer stepped between them. "Not now," she said quietly.

word and followed me into

hospital, a team of doctors and nurses was already waiting to take

to stay conscious. I

too early," I whispered. "Ramsey...

think about that now," he said.

how long gone she is?" One of the doctors had climbed onto the

be five months gone this Friday," I

see your antenatal charts?" the doctor asked

her the antenatal chart wasn’t the problem; the problem was that words like pup, and " cycles of the moon

my eyes open. "We just came into this place

she looked

"First-time parents?"

I nodded.

time, we had reached the ER, and a nurse turned to Ramsey,

sir, but you cannot go beyond this place. You can wait outside the ER, and if we need you, we’ll let you

stretcher came to a

a kind smile. "But to be able to concentrate on saving the lives of your

corrected. "They’re

precarious. It’s hospital policy, hang around and let us save your wife,

about to protest when I quickly reached out to him through our mate

be fine, my love. They’ll

the ER. Inside, a nurse pushed my hair out of my face, telling me to stay awake. They hooked

carrying twins indeed," I heard the doctor mutter. She was saying something else, but I couldn’t hear her again. Darkness was filling the room. I tried to call out to the nurse to tell her,

down my cheek as I gave

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hear it again soon.You have to believe

so quiet, it made my

machines, one of which had stopped entirely. I was half-sitting on the elevated bed, propped up

of my wrist. His face was blank — too blank. A practised calm that I recognised only because I’d seen him break before. His jaw was

a middle-aged man with gentle eyes, was frowning at the

I knew that look.

I stopped breathing.

double-checked the fetal monitor. We were getting strong dual readings earlier today. But now... we can’t seem to locate a

tightened around Ramsey’s

rare pregnancies — especially unusual twin gestations like yours. We need to prepare for the possibility of

whole body tensed beside me. "What the hell

doctor raised his palms. "It means the fetuses may no longer be viable. And in cases like this, we often recommend a prompt medical evacuation to protect the mother. Retaining

left my mouth like ice. I didn’t

The doctor paused.

want to be discharged." My hands were already moving to yank the IV