The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 380

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.

Paul shrugged. "You attacked me. This is how the law works here."

Ramsey lunged forward, but the female officer stepped between them. "Not now," she said quietly. "Be with your wife."

Ramsey turned without another word and followed me into the ambulance.

When we arrived at the hospital, a team of doctors and nurses was already waiting to take me.

The white lights above me blurred as I tried to stay conscious. I gripped Ramsey’s hand like a lifeline. He didn’t let go, not even once.

"It’s too early," I whispered. "Ramsey... It’s too early."

"Don’t think about that now," he said. "Just breathe. We’ll get through this."

"Do you know how long gone she is?" One of the doctors had climbed onto the stretcher to check on me.

"I’ll be five months gone this Friday," I muttered.

"Are you registered somewhere? Can I see your antenatal charts?" the doctor asked again.

I saw Ramsey staring at her with confusion. Giving her the antenatal chart wasn’t the problem; the problem was that words like pup, and " cycles of the moon were all over the card. It would be difficult to explain that, so I had to lie.

"We didn’t come with it, doc," I said tiredly, trying to keep my eyes open. "We just came into this place three days ago. It’s a short trip, we didn’t think something like this would happen."

The doctor wanted to lash out at us, but she looked from me to Ramsey and sighed before asking.

"First-time parents?"

I nodded.

By this time, we had reached the ER, and a nurse turned to Ramsey, holding him back.

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

"No!" Ramsey swatted 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 except me."

"We know that, sir," the doctor said, coming down from the stretcher, giving Ramsey a kind smile. "But to be able to concentrate on saving the lives of your wife and your baby..."

"Babies," Ramsey corrected. "They’re twin."

"Makes the situation even more precarious. It’s hospital policy, hang around and let us save your wife, please."

Ramsey was about to protest when I quickly reached out to him through our mate bond.

I’ll be fine, my love. They’ll take care of me.

You’ll hear it again soon.You have to believe that.

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