1. Claude Phoebe(ManxMan)

•Chapter 23

Alpha Ace

So much time had gone by that one went to sleep feeling very content and without pain.

Until the pain came back, I groaned sitting up in bed. A cramp started in my side and I whined lowly and looked over at Claude who stirred.

"You okay?" His voice was gruff and heavy with sleep. I pouted leaning down to kiss him gently.

"Just a cramp."

"See, you didn't stretch." I chuckled and stood while he stuffed his face into my pillow while I made my way to the bathroom.

I lifted the seat rubbing my eyes and feeling a pain in my abdomen coupled with the cramps. Peeing really woke me up, I felt the burn, staring I saw the red tint to my urine and whimpered as the pain grew.

"Claude!" I called then and collapsed feeling my legs grow weak. My mate walked in rubbing his eyes and his eyes widened and he crouched, taking me into his arms.

"What happened?" I looked at the toilet seat and he saw while I whimpered at the pain expanding.

"Your burning up."

He covered me up and carried me out of the room. I held my stomach which felt tender and I looked down while Claude took me to the infirmary. I lifted my shirt and my mouth fell open, I was bruised, my abdomen was purple and I whimpered.

"Oh, god."

Claude growled running and waking the entire house with his growling before we got to the infirmary. The doctor came in right after us, putting his glasses on and smacking his mouth together until he saw my stomach.

I could hear a ringing in my ear as he checked me. My whimpering still going strong and feeling dizzy from all the pain. Claude refused to let me go even as we got an ultrasound and the doctor let us know what was happening.

"Alpha," he whimpered looking between us. "You're having a miscarriage."

My heart shattered right then and there for the first time since my brother, I felt my heart cave in on itself and my tears thickened and not from pain but from the fact that I had failed him, us, my unborn child. I had been unable to keep them alive.

"We have to open you."

"What?" My voice was so low and hollow, broken like a child being told they couldn't have the one thing that they wanted more than anything, even after being good.

I was put under and the whole time I thought to myself how. How could this have happened? Why? What had I done so wrong to bring it on? It didn't feel fair and when it was over. My abdomen was numb and I couldn't process anything.

There was talking, hidden by the ringing in my ear I heard the silent murmur of words and I felt the ghost touch of my mate while I held myself, my arms wrapped around my waist and I cried, silently and broken, I couldn't bring myself to look away from my toes.

At some point I was moved. Claude held me and I inhaled his scent hoping for comfort for assurance and yet I felt hollow, empty and alone.

How could this happen? Why did it happen? Where had I gone wrong?

"I'm sorry," I murmured into darkness, staring at the slither of light creeping into the room through the thin slit of the curtains.

"There is nothing to be sorry about." He sniffed, the scent of his tears brought more to me and I clung to him hoping for forgiveness, praying he wouldn't be disappointed in me. "This was not your fault. This was not your fault." He growled, tightening his arms around me and just like that a dam of tears broke through and I wondered if I could believe that. If it were possible.