Chapter 4 Pregnant

Nyla's POV:

I expected to feel pain after the car hit my body. But it didn't happen. The driver managed to stop at the last second.

The car door opened, and Killian got out quickly. He looked a little exasperated.

Nyla, what do you think you're doing? Do you want to die?

I lowered my head without saying a word. I knew that what I did was dangerous. But I had no choice. I had to take the risk.

I would do anything just to stay in the pack. If I was driven out, my mother and I would become rogues. Then, we would never have the chance to come back.

At this critical moment, Killian was my only hope.

So, I gritted my teeth and knelt down in front of him.

The ground was so hard that I felt pain in my knees. But I couldn't care less.

I humbly pleaded, "Mr. Cohen, I beg you. Please don't drive me out of the pack. I am willing to do anything. Please spare me."

But my begging was futile. It seemed I irritated Killian even more. He looked at me with anger in his eyes.

Nyla, before you set me up, you should have prepared yourself to bear my anger.

I wanted to retort.

I never did such a thing. I was innocent.

I wanted to tell him all this. But how could I? Everyone thought I really did it. No one would believe me. And if I refuted, I would only annoy Killian more. I might lose my chance of being saved.

I held back my tears and continued to beg him, "Mr. Cohen, please. I really can't leave. My mother is seriously ill. She is in a critical condition in the hospital."

I hoped Killian would show mercy on me. But unfortunately, he didn't believe me at all.

He looked at me with eyes full of disgust. "In the dining room, you lied that someone molested you. Then, you pretended to pass out. Now, you are here, stopping my car like crazy. Do you really think I will believe you? Don't play the victim in front of me. It's meaningless because I won't buy it."

I shook my head desperately. "Mr. Cohen, please. I just want to stay. You can do anything you want to me. Just please, let me stay."

Killian's heart didn't soften at all. He said coldly, "You can kneel there all your life."

He then turned around and was about to leave. I was so anxious that I rushed forward and held his leg.

I grabbed his leg tightly. At this moment, I forgot all about my dignity.

Mr. Cohen, please! I beg you.

But no matter how hard I begged, Killian remained unmoved. He was really ruthless.

He bent down and pried my fingers away one by one. He looked very disgusted.

I was no match for him in terms of strength. After he successfully removed all my fingers, he pushed my shoulder hard.

He shouted, "Fuck off!"

He pushed me mercilessly, and I fell heavily on the ground.

Because of Killian's attitude toward me, the werewolves present despised me even more. They looked at me ferociously and immediately ran over to throw me out.

I watched Killian leave. My heart was filled with despair. Then I ran away as fast as I could.

I kept running until I reached the hospital. My mother had to know everything that happened.

But as soon as I arrived at the hospital entrance, I saw a group of people pulling my mother out.

Mom!

I screamed hysterically, rushed to my mother crazily, and held her in my arms. Then, I raised my head and questioned the people of the hospital.

Why are you driving her out?

They looked at me disgustedly. One replied coldly, "This is the Black Moon Pack's hospital. We don't accept rogues here."

I seethed with anger upon hearing this. How could they do this to us? My mother was a patient. Could they abandon a patient because of identity?

I wanted to fight against them to defend my mother. But she gently pulled my sleeve and said in a low voice, "Nyla, forget it. Don't argue with them anymore."

I lowered my head and looked at my mother's pale and weak appearance. My tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

Mom, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I felt so weak that I collapsed to the ground with my mother in my arms. My tears couldn't stop falling, blurring my vision. Endless regret and self-blame filled my heart. I was so overwhelmed by sorrow that I couldn't complete a sentence.

Mom, this is all my fault. I'm too useless. I... I really don't know what to do... Mom...

I cried even harder, hoping to pour out the heavy feeling in my heart.

My mother brought me up alone. Although we didn't live a good life, she gave me all the love and care every child could ever wish for. But now, I couldn't do anything to save her. I could only watch her dying in my arms.

Watching her slowly lose her breath was the most heartbreaking thing for me.

But my mother still comforted me in a weak voice, "It's all right. My illness is hard to cure, anyway. So, it's okay."

My heart ached even more. Despite her condition, she still managed to comfort me. I was too sad to say anything.

At this moment, my mother raised her hand with difficulty. I held it, still at a loss.

Then I saw her spread out her hand. On her palm was a ring, inlaid with a crescent-shaped diamond. Judging from its appearance, it looked valuable.

She said in a much weaker voice, "Nyla, this ring was left by your ancestors. Keep it well. Live well..."

After saying this, she slowly closed her eyes.

Mom! Mom!

I called out desperately. But she was not responding anymore.

Her body gradually turned cold. I held her face tightly and pressed my forehead against hers while tears kept flowing down my face.

My mother was my only family in this world. But she had already left me. I wouldn't be seeing her again.

The hospital didn't accept dead bodies of rouges as well. So, I had no choice but to take my mother away. I carried her on my back and walked for a long time until I finally found a quiet and remote place to bury her.

Now that I was a rogue, I could no longer live in the pack. I had no choice but to wander around. But I didn't have much money on me. Soon, I wouldn't have anything to support me.

But I didn't care at all. Now that my mother was gone, my life was meaningless. I didn't mind dying anywhere, either.

I didn't know how long I had been wandering until I suddenly felt an irresistible nausea. My stomach churned so uncontrollably that I couldn't help but lean against the wall and vomit.

Such a strange feeling went on for several days. Then, suddenly, I realized an incomparably absurd fact.

Could it be that... I was pregnant?