The Protected Alpha

Chapter 6

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Emily's P.O.V

After finishing dinner, I went back upstairs to my room. The soft hum of my phone screen lit the dim space as I scrolled through aimlessly, lost in whatever held my attention. The day had been uneventful, or so I thought, until I felt a sharp twinge in my back.

“Ouch,” I winced, arching slightly in discomfort.

I pressed a hand against the sore spot, confused. "That's weird," I murmured to myself. Brushing it off as nothing, I returned my focus to the screen, determined to ignore the ache.

Minutes passed, and just as I began to settle back into the rhythm of distraction, the pain returned—this time sharper, deeper, and relentless. A strangled groan escaped my lips as I bit down hard to stifle a scream. My fingers curled around the edge of my bed, knuckles white with effort, but the pain refused to relent.

I barely had a moment to catch my breath before another wave hit—this one so excruciating it tore the control from me. A blood-curdling scream ripped from my throat, filling the room.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

My vision blurred, and I clutched at my sides, trembling. My chest heaved as I tried to breathe through the agony, but the room spun like a carousel. Then, through the haze, I saw him—my dad rushing in, his face pale with panic. His arms scooped me up as if I weighed nothing. His lips moved frantically, saying something I couldn’t hear over the deafening thud of my own heartbeat.

The last thing I saw was his face, etched with fear, before the darkness swallowed me whole.

RAYMOND'S P.O.V.

I sprinted to Emily’s room as her piercing screams echoed through the house. My heart pounded in my chest, dread tightening its grip on me. I found her crumpled on the floor, clutching her stomach, her face twisted in agony.

“Emily! Emily, stay with me!” I called out, kneeling beside her.

But it was like she couldn’t hear me. Her screams subsided as her body went limp, her eyes fluttering shut. The pain etched on her face was unbearable to see. My hands trembled as I lifted her off the floor and placed her on her bed. A wave of panic surged through me, a feeling I hadn’t experienced in years—not since that day eleven years ago.

I super-sped to my room, grabbing my phone off the bed. My fingers fumbled as I dialed Stephan’s number. It rang longer than I could tolerate before he finally picked up.

“Why didn’t you pick up sooner?” I snapped, my voice sharp with worry.

“I was... Well, it doesn’t matter. What’s wrong?”

“Emily fainted, and I need you here now,” I said, my voice cracking with urgency.

“Why? What happened?”

“I don’t know! Why do you think I called you?” I shot back, pacing the room.

Then I remembered what I’d seen earlier. “Wait. When I carried her, there were these... purple marks on her stomach.”

“Purple marks?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious. “Explain.”

I described them as best I could, every detail burned into my memory. There was a pause on his end before he muttered, “Oh, shit.”

I heard him clearly, thanks to my heightened hearing.

“What is it? What’s happening to her?”