Iris’s POV

My vision swam as I fought to stay awake. I needed help immediately. Right now. I glanced at Adam to see that he was unconscious, and I felt hopeless. However, I couldn’t give up, for the sake of the child growing in me. I gritted my teeth, panting heavily as I struggled to pick my purse that was lying on the floor. I took out my phone from the purse, groaning heavily as I struggled to stay awake.

My hands were slick with blood, and they shook as I dialled Jake’s number, panting heavily as I tried to fight the feeling of unconsciousness that I was creeping in, even with the intense pain that I felt. It rang several times, but he didn’t pick the calls. Despair settled in my heart as I kept calling, but he didn’t pick.

Finally, when I was about losing hope, he picked the call.

“What is it?!” Jake snapped in annoyance.

At this point, I didn’t care about his attitude towards me. I just needed his help urgently.

I gasped for air as I tried to speak. “J-J-Jake. P-Please h-h-help.” I stammered out, feeling unconsciousness creeping in.

He scoffed in disdain. “Is this your way of trying to get attention, Iris?”

In the background, I could hear Zara’s voice.

“Hey Jake, what do you want to eat?” I heard her ask. They were no longer at the party, they were at Zara's place.

My heart clenched in pain, but I ignored everything. “J-Jake–”

He interrupted before I could say anything, his voice impatient and annoyed. “Look Iris, whatever it is, we will talk about it tomorrow.” He said dismissively. “I won’t be back tonight.” He said.

I sobbed out in frustration as I tried to explain to him, but he growled in irritation.

“After the stunt you pulled at the party, you should be happy that I decided to pick this call. Stop being an attention-seeking bitch! Even if you die outside, it has nothing to do with me!”

Then he hung up. My heart fell in hopelessness as I realized that I was alone in all these. The phone slipped from the hand, and fell to the floor as darkness closed in on me.

Just before everything faded completely, I felt the warmth of strong arms wrapping around me, as they lifting me away from the car

Then I heard a voice. It was soft, soothing, and comforting.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” the man’s voice murmured in assurance, and I felt like everything was going to be okay.

I struggled to open my eyes, using all the strength I had left. The only thing I managed to see were his eyes. They were deep, piercing green eyes that shone with genuine concern. I felt so peaceful in his arms as I finally slipped fully into unconsciousness.

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The moment I regained consciousness, the first thing I noticed were the white walls. My body felt heavy, my head kept ringing, and a dull ache throbbed in my abdomen.

My eyes squinted as they tried to get used to the bright environment around me. It took a moment to recognize where I was. My eyebrows furrowed as I realized that I was in a hospital. My mind raced as I began piecing together what I remembered – the car crash, the blood, the impalement, the pain.

Panic began to rise in my chest, and instinctively, my hand moved to my stomach. There was no way for me to know yet, but there was nagging thought in my head. That injury at my abdomen had looked so severe.

The door opened softly, and a healer stepped in, her face was calm but I could see the sorrow in her eyes. She approached the bed slowly. A chill ran down my spine at the look on her face. My voice shook as I asked her the scary question. “My baby... is my baby okay?”

Iris's POV

Her expression softened, and the sorrow in her eyes deepened. She shook her head slowly.

“I’m so sorry, Luna. There was too much damage. We did everything we could, but... the child was long gone before you were brought here.....” She revealed with a grave expression on her face.

I didn’t hear the rest. Her words echoed in my mind – my baby was gone. The little life that I had been carrying had been ripped away from me before it could even be given a chance to grow.

Tears streamed down my face, and I released a deep, gut-wrenching sob. My hands clutched the blanket, and I shook my head over and over in disbelief.

“No! No, please tell me it’s not true!” I pleaded hysterically as I sobbed in pain of what I had lost.

The healer shook her head with pity on her face, and my heart broke. It really was true, I had lost my child. My sobs echoed in the room as sorrow consumed me.

I sobbed even harder as I remembered how I had called Jake, and he had brushed me off coldly because he was with Zara.

I had begged Jake for help, and he had chosen to ignore me, and mock me. Now, I had lost the one thing in my life that was worth living for, and he wasn’t even here to know or care.

The healer excused me as I sobbed my eyes out.

I cried until there were no more tears left, and my body was completely exhausted, I could barely keep my eyes open.

Someone knocked softly at the door, and a healer walked in. He approached me with a gentle smile.

“Good morning, Luna,” he greeted softly. “How are you feeling?”

I groggily opened my eyes and gave him a weak nod. I didn't have the strength to speak. As he checked my vitals to make sure everything was in order, he nodded in satisfaction.

“You’re very lucky,” he said as he wrote down some things on his clipboard. “The injuries were so severe. It’s a miracle you survived.”

At his words, I furrowed my eyebrows as a faint memory flashed through my mind. I frowned in confusion as I tried to remember something that was important.

“Someone…” I murmured weakly, “Someone carried me... I remember hearing a voice. Someone brought me here. Who was it?”

The healer paused with a thoughtful expression.

“Ah, yes,” he said after a moment. “A man brought you in. He didn’t say much, just that he found you and wanted us to do all we can to make sure you were safe.”

My heart skipped a beat, and sat up with a groan. “Did he... did he say his name? Is he here?” I asked.

The healer shook his head. “No, Luna. He didn't say his name, and he isn't here. But he was so concerned about you. He stayed until we assured him that you were stable. After he was sure you were alright, he left without saying a word.”

“Was he a pack member?” I asked.

The healer shook his head again. “He wasn't a pack member. He probably came for the alpha's birthday yesterday.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Who was he? Why had he saved me? Did he know me? Why didn't he stay till I woke up?

These questions flashed through my mind, but for now, I was just grateful to be alive.

However, those green eyes flashed through my mind. I could remember the look in those eyes, how concerned they were.

My phone pinged with a message, and it was from an unknown number. I curiously opened the message to see that it was pictures—pictures of Jake and Zara, naked, and on our bed—our marital bed.

A wave of nausea coursed through me, and my heart clenched in pain. Our marital bed—the place where we had shared our love and intimacy, where he had promised to love me forever, where he had sworn to never leave me.

Tears blurred my eyes as I stared at the pictures, and my hand shook.

I didn't need to guess who had sent me these pictures. Zara was trying to make a statement—to show me that Jake was hers.

Iris's POV

I had spent almost two days in the pack clinic, but Jake never called or texted me. But it didn't hurt, I was fine with it—because I was done.

I was done with Jake, his lies, his betrayal, and his deceit. I was done with waiting for someone who saw me as nothing important.

After I was finally discharged, I first made my way to the lawyer’s office to pick up divorce papers. My hand shook slightly as I signed the documents because it meant that I was free. Now, I just needed to get Jake to sign.

Then I withdrew all my savings, and bought a plane ticket to Italy. It was far enough that Jake would not be able to trace me there easily.

When I finally got home, I made my way to the door. However, something caught my eyes. I stepped back and I studied the car. Immediately I saw the huge dent on it, my heart dropped. This was the car that had slammed into us, the car that had caused my accident, causing me to lose my unborn child.

Now I knew why it looked so familiar—this was Jake's car.

Bitterness settled in my chest. Jake had killed my baby. What happened two days ago was all Jake's fault.

I tried opening the door to the house, but it was locked. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. That was odd.

I decided to check the back entrance of the house, and it was open. I walked into the house, wondering why the front door was locked.

An odd sound reached my ears, and I followed it curiously. However, as I got closer I immediately knew what those sounds were.

It was the sound of moaning and heavy breathing. My heart pounded in my chest as I followed the noise. I knew what I was about to see, but part of me hoped and prayed that I was wrong.

I reached the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar, and quietly pushed it open. The scene before me confirmed my worst fears. Jake and Zara were having sex on our bed, completely oblivious to my presence.

My stomach twisted with disgust. This was probably the reason that Jake hadn't even cared that I wasn't around.

I stood there for a moment long as I stared at the man that I had once loved, and I had believed that he loved me too. I had trusted him with my heart and soul, and he destroyed them in the most painful way possible.

I didn’t bother letting them know that I was there. Instead, I quietly turned around and walked away. There was no need for a confrontation.

I walked out of the house, and went back to the front door of the house and began knocking. I knocked for so many minutes before the door swung open.

It was Jake, and he looked annoyed that he had been interrupted. When he saw me, he scowled in annoyance.

“Where have you been?!” He barked as though he was just realizing that I hadn't been around.

I shrugged, walking past him. “I was at the hospital,” I replied coldly as I entered the house.

He turned to me with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Why? What happened?” He asked.

I plopped down on a couch in the living room. “I had an accident.”

His eyes widened slightly, but before he could say anything, a voice interrupted.

“Hey Jake, I'm starving.” Zara grumbled from behind me.

Jake turned to me immediately.

“Go make us something to eat,” he said dismissively, waving a hand towards the kitchen.