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“I won’t ask again, Arabella,” warned Sandro sternly. “Tell me who it is, or there will be consequences.”

Sandro had never used her full name before, and the tone he used was unsettling.

“I don’t know, Sandro,” she managed, her voice trembling. “I didn’t even realize I was pregnant.”

“You’re lying!” Sandro’s voice was sharp. “If you don’t give me the answers I want, I’ll find a way to make you tell the truth.”

Arabella’s heart raced at his threat. She knew Sandro was someone not to be taken lightly, and the thought of him causing her pain again sent a chill down her spine. She also understood she was too weak to resist him if he decided to confront her physically. Despite her fear, she couldn’t think of a way out.

“I’m not sure what to say,” she stammered.

“You better start figuring out your words before I come back.” Sandro hissed; he turned and exited the hospital room.

Once he was gone, an oppressive silence filled the room.

Glancing around at where she was, she realized several guards with wicked-looking guns were by the door. She hadn’t noticed them until now.

Still, she couldn’t stay. There should be a way out for her. She wondered about Orga and the rest-what they must be thinking. Perhaps they assumed she was dead, or they must have declared her missing and searched for her.

Approaching Arabella, Mrs. Mabel placed a hand on her shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry you’re dealing with this,” she said before adding, “I’ll give you some privacy now. Remember, if you need anything, just use the button on the bedside table.”

Arabella weakly nodded, her gaze following the doctor as she left. Coping with the reality of her pregnancy was overwhelming. She struggled to accept that it was truly happening to her.

Yet, here she was-pregnant and alone, her mind clouded by uncertainty about the father of her child.

An intuition she couldn’t shake told her that Blaze might be the one responsible for her pregnancy. It wasn’t based on any concrete evidence, just an instinct that ran deep. Then again, it could very well be Sandro’s child.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in an attempt to clear her thoughts. But then, it did little to help her situation.

Sometime later, Mrs. Mabel returned to Arabella’s room, breaking her train of thought.

“Doctor, you’re back so soon after leaving?” she inquired.

“The Alpha requested that I check on you again,” the doctor explained, moving to Arabella’s bedside and checking her monitors, jotting notes in her book.

Desperation compelled Arabella to ask the doctor, “Is it true? Am I really pregnant?”

Perhaps the doctor could say it was a joke and they were trying to test her patience. Maybe she could tell her the truth now, and they would laugh about it.

But she gazed at her sympathetically. “Yes, Arabella, you are indeed pregnant. You’re approximately eight weeks along.”

Once again, the reality hit Arabella hard, her heart sinking, and the hope that once surged through her while thinking it might be a joke died immediately.

The thought of carrying Sandro’s child made her feel nauseous. “I can’t go through with this,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I can’t bring a monster’s baby into this world. I want an abortion.”

Mrs. Mabel looked at Arabella with worry. “I can’t help you with that, Arabella. If the Alpha discovers I’m doing anything without his approval, he’ll be enraged. It might even cost me my life.”

“What options do I have?” Arabella asked, desperation seeping through her voice. “I’ll do anything you ask; I don’t want to keep it.”

Mrs. Mabel sighed, her expression sympathetic. “I’m sorry, Arabella, but you need to address your issues with the Alpha. He’s not as heartless as you think. He’s… complex.”

Arabella scoffed, “He is not complex? He’s a monster! He’s condemned me to imprisonment!”

“I know it might not make sense now, Arabella, but you should try to see that the alpha has his reasons. He’s not just being malicious. He’s doing what he thinks is best for his pack,” Mrs. Mabel explained gently.

Arabella shook her head. “I don’t care about his reasons. I can’t allow him to control my life like this.”

“I understand how challenging this is, Arabella, but I don’t see a way around it,” Mrs. Mabel admitted.

Arabella’s anger pushed her to channel her powers. She visualized the room crumbling, glass and wood splintering in her mind’s eye. Yet, to her dismay, nothing occurred. Her powers seemed suppressed as if restrained by an invisible barrier.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

She tried once more, shutting her eyes tight and focusing intently on her abilities-still, nothing. Arabella’s eyes flew open, her irritation growing.

Locking eyes with Mrs. Mabel, she demanded, “Why are my powers not working?”

“It’s at the Alpha’s direction to-”

“Why would you let him do this to me? Am I some caged animal?” Arabella’s voice shook with rage, interrupting her.

Mrs Mabel maintained her composure. “We didn’t lock you up, Arabella. We’re just taking precautions to ensure your safety and the baby’s well-being.”

Arabella grimaced, her lips twisting with disgust. “Well-being? How can you say that? This baby is a monster’s child. Its father is a monster!”

“I recognize the difficulty you’re facing, but you need to remain calm. Sandro is a formidable alpha, and it’s in your best interest not to defy him. Acting without his consent could put both you and the baby in danger.”

“I can’t just sit here and let this unfold!” Arabella exclaimed. “I need to escape.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to leave. The Alpha genuinely has your well-being in mind.” Mrs Mabel replied.

“You have no idea what he’s capable of. You don’t know the things he’s subjected me to, and there’s nothing caring about his nature,” Arabella countered, frustration etched on her face.

“I understand your feelings, Arabella. However, we’re bound by orders we must follow,” Mrs. Mabel reiterated.

Her repetitive response was like that of an automated machine, fueling Arabella’s anger further.

In an explosion of fury, Arabella screamed, “Alessandro De Luca, I swear I’ll take your life with my own hands. Just wait and watch!”