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.

shrugged. "You attacked me. This is how the

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

turned without another word and followed me

at the hospital, a team of doctors and nurses

I gripped Ramsey’s hand like a lifeline. He

I whispered. "Ramsey... It’s

now," he said. "Just breathe. We’ll get

how long gone she is?" One of the

months gone this

I see

was that words like pup, and " cycles of the moon were all over

my eyes open. "We just came into this place three days ago. It’s a short trip,

us, but she looked from me to Ramsey

"First-time parents?"

I nodded.

ER, and a nurse turned to Ramsey, holding him

can wait outside the ER, and if we need you,

her hand away, reaching for the rolling stretcher. The stretcher came to a halt at once. "I must be with her. She has no one here

that, sir," the doctor said, coming down from the stretcher, giving Ramsey a kind smile. "But to be able to concentrate on saving

corrected. "They’re

hospital policy,

protest when I quickly reached out to him

be fine, my love.

of the stretcher, and they wheeled me inside the ER. Inside, a nurse pushed my hair out of my face, telling me

was saying something else, but I couldn’t hear her again. Darkness was filling the room. I tried to call out to the

my cheek as I gave in to

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hear it again soon.You have

room was so quiet, it

the rhythmic beeping of machines, one of which had stopped entirely. I was half-sitting on the elevated bed, propped up by pillows, a gel-covered strap fastened around my belly and leads from the

tightly, his thumb stroking the inside of my wrist. His face was blank — too blank. A practised calm that I recognised only because I’d seen him

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

I knew that look.

I stopped breathing.

Mr. Kincaid... I’ve double-checked the fetal monitor. We were getting strong dual readings earlier

tightened around

sorry," he continued, "but this does sometimes happen in rare pregnancies — especially unusual twin

beside me. "What the hell

in cases like this, we often

my mouth like ice. I didn’t shout it. I didn’t

The doctor paused.

hands were already moving to yank the