Broken Mate (Sequel to My Cruel Mate)

Chapter 20

The next few days were hard. I decided to stay with my parents while I waited for Nate's recovery. I made sure the doctors called every day to inform me of any changes. He had woken up a few more times, each time with more energy than before.

I wanted so badly to visit him, but I decided it might be better if he didn't need to worry about me. He knew I was safe with my family.

I was nervous about the sickness, though. For two days, I assumed emotions were to blame. It has been almost a week now since the fight. I was feeling a lot better emotionally, aside from worrying about Nate, but I was still throwing up each morning.

I finally decided to tell my mom about it. She asked if I had mated with Nate yet, then suggested I was pregnant.

"What? I can't have a pup yet!" I almost shrieked, "I don't know the first thing about taking care of them!"

"Don't worry." She hugged me, "If you are, we will always be here to help."

"But what if something happens while Nate is in the hospital?" I cried, "What if he doesn't..."

She hugged me tighter as I struggled to finish my sentence. She pulled back after a few moments, "How about we got to the hospital to confirm it, before freaking out. I might be wrong."

I nodded, and the trip there was silent. I was lost in thought, and my mom didn't want to scare me with anything else. Soon after we arrived, I was in a room getting an ultrasound.

I was nervous either way. I want a pup, but I didn't think now was the right time at all. Again, minutes felt like hours. I needed to know.

Finally, the nurse spoke up, "Congradulations! You're pregnant."

I mentally screamed in fear, but stayed silent. I looked down at my belly and gently placed my hands over it. I silently promised the pup I'd protect it from anything.

As my mom and the nurse talked, I realized I had already put my pup in danger. I had run directly into danger to save my mate. My breathing quickened as the thought of failing the pup already played through my head.

My mom noticed and rushed over to me, "Hey, I'll help you every step of the way if you need it."

She brushed my cheek, assuming my panic was of raising it. I shook my head, "Mom, it was me who killed the man! He had just hurt Nate and I ran over as my wolf and killed him."

"Oh, baby..." She hugged me, not fully understanding my point.

"I put my pup in danger!" I exclaimed, "That was hours after it was concieved! How will I be able to take care of it for 18 years?"

"Hey," She soothed, "You didn't know. Now that you do, I know you can manage it. You're strong, Delilah."

I didn't feel like it. I felt weak and helpless with a new weight I needed to carry. Protecting my pup.

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Another few days went by when I got a call. Nate was awake with most of his energy back. They were sending him home. I mind linked Evan, Nate's strongest fighter, to come pick me up. I had left him in charge while I was gone, knowing he would become the future Beta after Max had killed Adam.

The ride back was quick, and I was dropped off at the house. I sniffed the air. Nate was home.