Raising The Alpha's Secret Babies

"I, Lawrence Knight, reject you, Camila Wilmer, as my mate." He threw the words at me, and immediately, I felt pain in my chest. Like my heart had been broken into pieces.

I placed my hand on my chest, like if I hadn't done that, I'd be bleeding by now.

Lawrence rejected me?

After all we've been through together, after everything we've shared as mates, I was thinking I've finally found the man for my heart.

"And that bastard in your womb, I need you to abort it. I can't accept to be the father of that thing." He cursed without remorse.

"You can't do this. This child is just a kid who knows nothing about us, we can't just kill him because you don't accept me as your mate anymore. He deserves to live."

"No, he doesn't, and that's a thousand reasons why you have to take it off!" He growled, and I looked away from his gaze.

"You can't be too heartless to an unborn child. You hate me, and I accept your rejection, but–"

He didn't even let me finish my words, he cut in. "No buts, you are removing that child immediately. I don't want it growing with the belief that I ever brought him to the world."

"Lawrence..."

"Guards!"

"No, Lawrence, you can't do this to an innocent child. I beg you, I'll leave but let the child be."

"Guards!" He was paying deaf ears to me, acting like I wasn't even saying a thing to him.

As the guards marched in, he ordered them to take me to the doctor's quarter. "Don't let her leave until that thing is out of her."

"Yes, sir."

"Please. Please, I beg you, don't do this to me. Don't do this to us. Lawrence, please." I cried as they dragged me to the doctor's quarter.

I felt my heart beating hard against my chest, I have never undergone an abortion before, and I've heard a lot of news about ladies who do things like this. They mostly don't survive the act.

I was staring at the doctor with tears in my eyes, hoping he'd reconsider and spare my child's life.

"How may I help you?" He asked the guards after giving me a long glance, probably studying if I had an issue with my body.

"The alpha king instructed that you should abort the child she carries in her womb. He wants that done immediately." One of them said,

The doctor looked at me again, "Are you pregnant?"

I couldn't say a word, I couldn't even blink, my eyes held tears. I don't know how to defend myself, to beg him to let me go with the angry guards who are ready to stay and carry out their tasks.

As if he had understood my situation, he asked the guards to leave.

"I'm sorry, doctor, we can't leave. The alpha king wants us to witness the operation."

"Well, this is my office, I give the orders now. But...if you want to express your loyalty to the alpha king, then I assume you two are ready to help out with the operation." He gave them a questioning look,

"Fine, we'll wait outside."

"Better."

His gaze didn't leave them until he was sure they were out of the room before he went to lock the door. Then he returned his gaze to me, "Are you ready for this..."

"Please, I don't want to do this." I pleaded.

"But this is an order from the king himself."

"I accept the fact that he hates me and doesn't want anything to do with me, but for the love of the moon goddess, don't take my child's life."

He sighed with difficulty. I understand how it feels to disobey the king's order and work contradictory to his words, but...this is an innocent life we are talking about.

And it can't be now, not when I'm already accepting the through nature of motherhood.

"I beg you, just do me this one favor. We'll fake this operation and I'll leave this pack for good. Just this one favor."

I was going to kneel for him to see how desperate I was to keep the child, but he held me halfway, "You don't have to, Miss. I understand how passionate you are for your child, and I'll help you keep it. Only if you promise me something."

I was ready to do whatever he asked me to do, as long as it resulted in the safety of both the child and myself.

"I'll do anything, doctor. I promise."

"As soon as you leave this pack, never return. Never." He warned.

"I promise." And I wasn't even thinking of facing Lawrence again. No, I'm not coming back here for any reason.

Whatever ties I have with Lawrence or the pack, ends right here. "I promise."

"So now, I want you to do me a favor. You'll have to scream when I ask you to, we need to convince the guards that something is going on in here." I nodded my head in agreement. "Get on the bed, let's start the surgery."

I felt my heart relax, and a sigh of relief washed over me as I began to feel life rush through my lungs, filling me, and giving me hope of survival.

I never knew the doctor would understand my situation, and help me find freedom when I needed it the most.

I appreciated Lawrence rejecting me. If only he knew what he'd done for me, he wouldn't have thought his rejection would seem like a failure to me.

After the doctor had arranged everything he needed to carry out the abortion, he walked up to me. Meanwhile, he had filled a basin with a reddish substance, faking it to be my blood.

I don't know how he did that, but I didn't care to ask.

He gave me a look of readiness. "Are you ready for this?"

"Yes, I am," I said, taking a deep breath.

"Now, I want you to scream." He said, which I did.

Then he injected me with a substance that ran hot through my veins, making my eyes widen in fear.

"Was he actually carrying out the abortion? Did he deceive me?" I panicked, my soul, leaving my body as I started feeling dizzy and passed out.

It's been five years already since I left the pack. I sat behind my desk in my office in the hospital, going through my patients' files, a lot of them.

I was so stressed out that my body hurt from the numerous working. It hasn't been quite easy for me lately, and as the day passed by, things became a lot more difficult for me.

I had packed my stuff, ready to go. It was already a few minutes past two p.m. and I needed to be at the kindergarten to pick up my kids. I will always be grateful to the doctor who never carried out the abortion and only made me look extremely feeble that day to deceive the Alpha.

Meanwhile, I had to stop by the grocery store to buy a few things; like new pairs of twin clothes and shoes, toys, and water bottles.

It hasn't been quite easy for me as a working-class mother, yet raising two adorable kids at the same time. Seeing their faces alone gives me hope, and I wouldn't have had them with me if I had listened to Lawrence.

Well, my life has been perfect without him. Ever since the day I walked out of that pack, I felt what it was like to be free. Things worked out for me. Getting my dream job was more like a testimony, I never expected I'd be what I am today, and, surprisingly, lots of hospitals have been calling me for a job offer but I couldn't accept their offer since I was waiting for a big promotion which I applied for in the hospital I work with.

Even with having this job as a medical professional, it hasn't been quite easy for me, but here I am, every patient's favorite doctor. And...I wouldn't have been in this position if not for Lawrence.

All thanks to him.

As I drove to my children's school, I came to a halt. Mrs. Monica had been phoning me to remind me that my kids were waiting for me.

Mrs. Monica was the kind of teacher who never complained. She understood my position, but she never stopped calling to let me know that my kids needed me the most.

She'd tell me how the day had been with her and the kids, how they kept saying "they are missing mummy" with that angelic voice of theirs.

"I'm close. Just give me five seconds and I'll be there." I told her before cutting the call.

I stood by the door, watching as she played with my children. She wasn't being partial, she would do the same to the other kids, making sure none was left behind. And she knows how to handle the children after the closing hours, making sure they ain't bored while waiting for the parents in the best way.

"Oh, here comes mummy." She said, pointing towards my direction.

I couldn't help but laugh as I walked towards her. "How are you doing, Mrs. Monica?" I asked,

"Oh, dear child, it's always the same every day. Well, your kids are becoming sweeter day by day. They are lucky to have you."

I chuckled. "That's all thanks to you." My children hugged me and I carried one George, while Mrs. Monica helped me carry Mira to my car. I placed them on the back seat and handed them the goodies I bought them.

They happily smiled at me and thanked me.

"Mrs. Monica, I thought I should just give you this." I gave her fifty dollars, "Just a little token from me to you."

"You don't have to, taking care of babies has always been my job." She refused, but I wasn't pleased to have that cash dipped back into my purse.

"I'll take my corrections for next time. But you still have to accept the money." I grinned.

She knew I wasn't going to let her go until she accepted the money, she had no choice.

"See you tomorrow then." I waved at her, hooping in. I started the engine, revising out of the compound.

I would glare through the rearview mirror to watch as my twins played with their toys and I would laugh, finding them quite funny.

The sound of my ringtone interrupted and I searched my bag for my phone. Picking it up, I glared at the caller ID, it was Doctor Desmond calling.

Why would he be calling me? Did something happen?

I picked up the call, placing my phone on my left ear. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Wilmer, we've got a problem."

My heart skipped a beat, "Did I do something wrong?" I asked, curious.

"No, it's an emergency call. A victim has been rushed to the hospital right now, his condition is worse and we need your attention at the moment."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Desmond, my shift is over and I'm on my way home with my babies. I can't drive back to the hospital right now. What about Ivan, he can take my place."

"I already spoke with Ivan and he agreed, but the manager insisted that you should be present too. The victim's case is worse, and we need your help."

I sighed, bringing the car to a stop. "Fine. I'll be there in ten." I said, making a rough turn as I headed back to the hospital.

I wondered how serious this situation could be that would warrant my attention.

Stopping at the hospital parking space, I asked my children to stay back in the car, walking as fast as I could to the emergency ward.

A nurse came to help me out and I asked her to keep my children company while I made my way to the emergency room as directed.

Doctor Mark just walked out, looking devastated. He sighed in relief as soon as he saw me. "Am I late?" I asked, putting on my hand gloves.

"Not really. The operation is going on, but we still haven't arrived at the main effect." He said as we walked in.

"What are we looking at?" I asked, covering my nose with the nose mask. "The victim was involved in a ghastly accident. Unfortunately, he was shot and hit by a truck. We've found two bullets, but there seems to be another only that we can't find."

I looked at the monitor, "We could clearly see a metal object displayed, but we can't find it in his body." He added.

After the operation went successfully, I felt relieved and sent my children home to their nanny while I stayed back in the office to complete my previous work.

Two days later, I was busy in my office when a nurse walked in, holding a box.

"Dr. Camilla, there is a package for you," one of my nurses said and dropped a beautifully wrapped box on my desk.

I thanked her as she left and took the package, thinking that as usual, Raymond, my fiance, had sent a present. We got engaged last night, it was the best night of my life.

I quickly unwrapped the package and found a document in it which got me disappointed but I quickly waved off the feeling, becoming curious.

"Has Raymond already bought the house he talked about last night?" I asked, recalling that Raymond had mentioned about purchasing a house for me.

I became excited as I took the document and quickly flipped it open to find its first page captioned with "Congratulations Dr. Camilla, you are now one of us and we will be looking forward to working with you over here in California."

"What!" I exclaimed.

"California?" my mind registered. I quickly went through the document and found out that I had been transferred from London to California upon my promotion, the hell of a place I never wanted to go back to.

Although I had applied for a promotion which required being transferred to a bigger hospital, I never had it in mind that I would be transferred to another country and not just any country but California. There were better hospitals in London, so why was I sent to California?

I had to find out, so I quickly took the document, heading to Mr Mark's office, he was the doctor in charge of our hospital.

"Good morning," I respectively said as I walked into his office after a knock.

"Dr Camilla, I guess you have gotten the welcome package from your new hospital in California," he said with a smile which I found rather annoying instead of pleasing. He already knew about it.

"Why California of all places?" I questioned, taking him by surprise. I dropped the document on his desk.

"The accident victim you saved happened to be one of our founder's sons and he decided to reward you by transferring you to California. Ain't you excited about being transferred there? You finally got the promotion you wanted and will be working as one of their surgeons," he said.

"No, Dr. Mark, I will go to any place in the world but not California. I know I have been expecting a promotion but I never had in mind to be sent out of the country," I let out and saw the excitement he had on his face disappear.

"You mean you ain't happy about being sent to California?" he asked.

"Yes, can I appeal to be transferred to another place?" I asked, hoping for positive feedback.

"That would be impossible, you have to work for at least six months in California before you can request an appeal if you don't like the hospital," he dropped the bombshell.

"Gosh, what am I going to do?" I questioned myself and slumped on the sofa in his office.

I had never dreamt of stepping foot in California and don't have it in mind, I would take my babies anywhere else but California. Not the California that held a lot of painful memories.

Not the California I left five years ago, vowing never to go back there.

"Are you okay, Dr Camilla," he asked me with concern.

"Yes, I am," I forced a smile and stood up on my feet.

"Why ain't you excited about being transferred to California, it's a great place that would be loved by your children." He spoke up, there was a questioning look in his eyes.

"For personal reasons, Dr Mark." I replied, sluggishly.

"Are you aware that you ain't just going as any doctor, but as their top surgeon? This is a great chance for you, and you should be happy." he implied, picking up the document I had dropped on his desk.

"I know Dr.Mark but I don't want to have anything to do with California," I argued.

"Do you know how many doctors apply to be transferred to California every year? I also applied in the past before I became the head of the doctors here. California has the best branch of our hospital, you should feel blessed for being sent there," he encouraged, making me feel powerless.

It wasn't like I didn't know how much of a great opportunity it was for me but I had my reasons, personal reasons to go back there.

One of my fears about going back there is meeting Lawrence and him finding out that I never aborted the babies. "What if he asks for them to be killed?"

"What if he harms the compassionate pack doctor who failed to carry out his order? What if our paths get entwined again? What if he tries to come back into my life after causing me so much pain?

I didn't want any of that to happen, I wanted to save myself from a lot of things that would occur as a result of meeting with him again but I couldn't do anything to stop what had already happened.

I just had to accept it and prepare for the worst.

"Thank you, Dr Mark," I murmured as I walked out of his office feeling very gloomy.

I would be getting separated from Raymond, my fiance who practices his profession here as one of the best lawyers in the country. I was scared my separation from him might affect our wedding which we planned to carry out in three months.

What if Lawrence comes in between us, I couldn't imagine not ending up with Raymond, after all he had done for me.

I was torn as I thought about all of this.

I had to call Raymond to tell him about the transfer even as I wasn't feeling good about it.

"Hey honey," he called out sweetly over the phone on picking up.

"Hey," I called in a weak tone which I knew he would notice.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Is everything okay?" He continued, his tone etched in uneasiness.

"I got promoted," I broke the news after a few seconds of silence.

"Finally," he squeaked over the phone in excitement.

"But," I cut him off, which I knew would make his excitement die down.

"But what?" He raised a question.

"I got transferred back to California," I dropped the bombshell.