Chapter 7 Pregnancy

Nyla's POV:

I felt disoriented as my thoughts were jumbled, and numerous images flashed before me. It was hard to distinguish if they were part of a dream or actual memories. The distressing and somber recollections, whether real or imagined, were alarming.

I faintly heard a woman's voice, resembling that of the she-wolf who had rescued me. She seemed to be engaged in conversation with another person.

I made a concerted effort to pry open my eyes, feeling an urgent need to comprehend the situation at hand. Slowly but surely, my blurred vision started to clear up. Once my sight was restored, I beheld a strikingly handsome, towering male werewolf standing before me.

Was he the one who brought me here?

Upon noticing my awakening, he appeared elated and spun around to call out, "Mom! She is awake!"

Mom?

The familiarity of the word brought tears to my eyes.

The elderly she-wolf, still possessing a remarkable beauty, approached and sat by my bedside. Despite her previous aggression toward the werewolves from the Black Moon Pack, she now gazed upon me with kind and tender eyes.

"How are you feeling now?" she inquired in a gentle tone.

I stared at her with a blank expression, but gradually, my senses returned. However, a sharp pain in my palm and discomfort in other areas of my body demanded my attention.

Despite the discomfort I felt throughout my body, I lowered my head and expressed my gratitude. "I'm feeling much better now. Thank you for saving my life. Without you, I might not have survived."

As I spoke, I noticed my voice had become hoarse and raspy.

She offered a gentle smile and introduced herself. "My name is Gracie Natt. I am the owner of the Crescent Club. This is my son, Jeffrey Natt."

Crescent Club.

I mouthed the words silently, realizing where I was. The Crescent Club was notorious for attracting rogue werewolves who had nowhere else to turn, often resorting to selling themselves as a means of survival.

Despite the club's reputation, Gracie did not fit the stereotype of someone running such a business. She regarded me with sympathy and suggested, "My dear, you are still too weak to leave. If you have nowhere else to go, you are welcome to stay here and recover."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, several werewolves standing behind her immediately voiced their objections.

"No way! The werewolves who pursued her yesterday were from the Black Moon Pack. If we shelter her, she could bring trouble upon us!" one of them exclaimed.

My heart sank at their words. It was true that I had been banished by the Black Moon Pack. Who would risk angering such a powerful pack for the sake of a mere rogue like myself?

Perhaps the three werewolves were sent by Killian himself. I had a feeling he wasn't going to let me go so easily.

Remaining here would only invite more trouble.

After weighing my options, I struggled to sit up as I spoke my mind. "Thank you for rescuing me, but I must leave now."

To my surprise, Gracie's expression suddenly turned very serious. She placed a hand on my shoulder, gently urging me back down onto the bed. "You cannot leave, my dear. You are pregnant," she revealed.

What? Pregnant?

I was stunned by her revelation. Her words felt like a bolt from the blue, catching me off guard. Overwhelmed with disbelief, I lowered my head and subconsciously placed a hand on my still-flat abdomen.

How could it be? Was I pregnant with Killian's child?

Whispers began to circulate amongst the other werewolves, causing my mind to spiral even further out of control. A buzzing sound filled my ears, leaving me feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Gracie swiftly turned around and snapped at the other werewolves, jolting me back to reality.

"Now that she's pregnant, are you all going to abandon a vulnerable pregnant woman to die?" Gracie's tone was firm, and her words had the desired effect of quieting down the other werewolves. "Have you all forgotten the reason why we established this club in the first place?"

The other werewolves lowered their heads in shame, unsure of how to respond.

Gracie took my hand and spoke with conviction. "You are safe here. This is your home now. No one will ever threaten you or your child again. I promise you."

I nodded weakly, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude wash over me. I had never felt so lost and vulnerable before, but Gracie's words gave me a glimmer of hope. I knew that I couldn't survive on my own, especially not while pregnant. "Thank you! Thank you very much!"

I felt a deep sense of gratitude toward Gracie, and her kindness and compassion reminded me of my own mother who had passed away.

However...

I couldn't help but feel uneasy as I thought about the baby growing inside me.

It was Killian's child, and if he found out, he would most likely despise me. Could he possibly harm me and the baby?