NOAH: Her Forbidden Beast

*CHAPTER 46*

MIA

As I moved around the bed, I felt the sting in my back. Another scar added to the three I already have.

I was by myself. Everyone left about an hour ago to let me rest. I asked for Noah, but he still has not come. It got me worrying. I hope he was okay. I wonder how he was dealing with things with what has been going on.

At that moment it dawned on me...Noah and I are married. We were eternally and public ally joined as one. The thought eased my nervousness. I am his and he is mine. Noah is my husband now. It have me pride knowing he's my mate. He is so strong. I can't wait to start a family with him. He would be such a good father.

The door opened and in walked my mate. I smiles weakly at him.

"Hey," I said with the strength I have.

He crouched beside my bed an faced me. "Hey love, how you holding up?" He whispered.

I took a deep breath and winced at the slight stung again, "I'm alive and healing, that's all that matters."

He nods his head, "Good. I'm glad."

I could see his mind was else where. His eyes drifting off as I could sense the clogs turning in that mind Of his, "What is it Noah? What's wrong?"

He clinched his jaw and closed his eyes tightly as if he was struggling with a mighty battle within himself.

I stretched my weak hand out and cupped his face. He leaned into it. I could feel he was really hot to the touch, "You can tell me Noah. Please what's wrong?"

"Something happened while Xander was fixing you up." He whispered deeply.

I nodded my head, letting him know that I was listening.

He took a deep breath and looked at me in the eyes, "He got Carrow to do a search spell on your body to make sure there were no other injuries they didn't know about."

"And...everything was okay?" I asked hesitantly.

He was silent for a minute. I could see the struggle of getting his words out like he didn't want to say it. "You didn't have any other injuries...but...they found...something."

He was silent again. He looked down and scrunched his brows together. He was blinking a lot like he was trying in his best efforts to keep tears at bay. His breathing was slightly faster. Then he raised his head and looked at me straight in the eye, "Mia, you were pregnant."

I felt the blood running down my face and out my body. I felt my heart explode. I felt my lungs shrivel, making it hard to breathe. "Were?" I whispered shakily.

Noah took a hold of my hand, "Your wounds were too great. It would have killed the pup instantly. There was no chance of survival."

I was pregnant, I was going to be a mother. Noah was going to be a father. But not anymore. My child, my baby was killed. I closed my eyes and felt the poisonous pain flow through every vein in my body. Everything hurt. I felt like I was bleeding but I wasn't. "My baby's dead," I whisper to myself. I didn't scream, I had no outburst of emotions. It was too painful for that. And I think that's the worst sort of pain...the kind that can't be shown to express the full severity of what you are feeling. My eyes fill with tears and they silently fall down my cheeks. I look at the blurred figure of Noah and see that my pain was reflecting his as well. 

 Noah leaned in and laid his forehead against my own.

"My baby," I whispered shakily. My body shook from the deep breaths I released. I could see Noah was struggling to keep it together. He held me close to him as I released my sorrow and grief.