Lena's POV

"Six weeks," Dr. Arden said. "Possibly six and a half."

He set the printed results across my knees and turned up the saline drip.

I stared at the word positive until the letters blurred. "The baby is alive?"

"For now." His anger was aimed past me, toward everyone who had allowed the collection. "Your blood pressure crashed, your hematocrit is dangerously low, and you are already showing uterine irritability. You need observation, fluids, and complete rest. No travel. No work. No arguments with an Alpha who has forgotten the first duty of a mate."

The last sentence broke through my shock. I folded the report and pushed the blanket away.

Dr. Arden caught my shoulder. "What did I just say?"

"Carter has to know."

"Then call him."

I had called twice while the nurse stabilized me. Both calls had gone unanswered.

"I need to see his face when I tell him."

Dr. Arden studied me with the exhausted patience of a physician who knew his patient was about to make a terrible decision. Finally, he disconnected the portable fluid bag from its stand and hooked it over my arm.

"Five minutes," he said. "Then you come back, and I arrange a transfer to a proper obstetric unit."

The corridor seemed twice as long as it had that morning. I moved slowly, one hand on the wall and the other protecting the folded report against my chest. Beneath the fear, a fragile hope insisted on breathing.

Carter had wanted an heir before sponsorships, press conferences, and Sienna's return consumed him. He had once traced the edge of my mate mark in the dark and promised our child would never have to hide. Maybe he had become lost inside the life he had built. Maybe this baby would force him to remember the man he had been.

The door to the private recovery suite stood partly open.

Carter sat beside Sienna's bed. He held the silver wolf pendant awarded to every Frosthawks captain after a championship season. I had watched him polish it before every important game. He fastened the chain around Sienna's neck, then tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You'll have the best rehabilitation staff in the league," he told her. "I'll be there through all of it."

I pushed the door open. The rubber stop struck the wall.

Carter stood so quickly the chair scraped back. "Why are you out of bed?"

"Because you ignored my calls." I stepped into the room. "We need privacy."

Sienna touched the pendant. "Carter was only helping me settle my treatment schedule."

"Leave," I said.

"She stays," Carter answered. "You lost the right to issue orders when your credentials were suspended."

The hope inside me did not die all at once. It cracked, thin line by thin line.

I held out the lab report. "I'm pregnant."

For three heartbeats, his face opened. His eyes dropped to my abdomen. The bond between us surged with shock, fear, and something that felt painfully like wonder.

Then Sienna shifted behind him, and the shutters came down.

"How convenient," he said.

I thought I had misheard. "What?"

He took the report, read the result, and checked the collection time. "You discover this the same day the league opens an investigation against you."

"I discovered it because you forced me to donate before the screening was complete."

"You knew we were under pressure. You knew Sienna's comeback determines our playoff revenue. Now you expect me to believe a pregnancy appears at exactly the moment you need leverage?"

"It did not appear today. Your child has been growing inside me for six weeks."

His mouth tightened. "Do not say that where anyone can hear you."

The command was so quiet that it frightened me more than a shout.

"That is your response?"

"My response is that you will keep this private until the investigation is resolved. If the press learns my hidden mate is pregnant while accused of sabotaging a teammate, every sponsor will assume this was a domestic feud. The team will be destroyed."

"I could lose the baby."

His gaze flicked toward the fluid bag hanging from my arm, but he did not ask what the doctor had said.

"Then follow medical instructions," he replied. "Do not turn this into another spectacle."

Sienna lowered her eyes, unable to hide the satisfaction at the corner of her mouth.

I took the report from Carter's hand. "Once my name is cleared, I am leaving you."

He stared at me. "No, you're not."

"You called our child leverage. You used my career to take blood from me. There is nothing left to discuss."

His Alpha power pressed against the room, instinctively reaching for the bond. "Lena, stop."

For the first time, I did not. I walked back into the corridor and let the door close on his command.

Dr. Arden was waiting with a wheelchair and an expression that told me he had heard enough through the thin wall.

"The obstetric unit has a bed," he said. "You are going now."

Before I could sit, Grant Thorne approached with my coat folded over one arm.

"The team leaves for Seattle in forty minutes," he said. "You are no longer cleared to treat players, but the league has not terminated your contract. You will travel with the staff and remain available for questioning."

Dr. Arden stepped between us. "She is not medically cleared to travel."

Thorne glanced at the IV bag. "Seattle is only three hours by bus. We return to Portland immediately after tomorrow's game."

"Dr. Arden said no travel at all," I corrected.

"And if she refuses?" Dr. Arden asked.

Thorne's expression did not change. "I record abandonment of duty and noncooperation in an active safety investigation."

Carter appeared at the end of the corridor. He had heard. He said nothing.

That silence made the decision for me. If I stayed, Thorne would use it as another admission. If I went, I could preserve access to the schedules, medication records, and service logs that might prove someone had framed me.

Dr. Arden made me sign a discharge against medical advice form. He wrote strict restrictions across the top in red ink, handed me emergency medication, and made Nurse Bell sit beside me on the bus.

The trip north passed in a gray blur. Every vibration traveled through my lower back. By the time we reached the Seattle Vipers' arena, the pressure in my pelvis had sharpened into a steady ache.

Thorne sent me to the visiting staff office rather than the hotel. "Sort the nonclinical incident files before tomorrow's hearing," he said. "You wanted access to the records. Now you have it."

I made it as far as the restroom.

Inside a stall, I pressed both palms to my abdomen. "Stay with me," I whispered. "Just stay with me until I can get us out."

A cramp tore through me so suddenly that my shoulder struck the partition. I bit down on a cry and waited for the pain to ease.

When it finally loosened, I reached for tissue.

Bright blood covered my fingers.

Lena's POV

The blood did not stop.

I folded several layers of paper towel into my underwear, washed my hands, and called Dr. Arden. The call went straight to voicemail. I left a message with my location, then tried Carter.

He answered after the third ring. The roar of warm-ups filled the line.

"Make it quick," he said.

I gripped the sink with my free hand. "I'm bleeding. Dr. Arden said this could become an emergency. I need someone to take me to the hospital."

A whistle shrieked in the background. Carter lowered his voice. "Where are you?"

"The staff restroom near the visiting medical storage room."

"Why are you wandering around after you were told to rest?"

"Thorne ordered me to sort the incident files. Carter, listen to me. The baby—"

A crash exploded through the phone, followed by frantic voices.

"Sienna can't breathe," someone shouted.

Carter swore. "I have to go."

"Call arena medical first. Tell them I'm hemorrhaging."

The line went dead.

For one second, I stared at my own reflection. My skin looked almost translucent beneath the restroom lights. The mate mark under my collarbone pulsed once, a warning from a bond that should have carried my fear directly to him.

Either Carter felt it and ignored me, or he had trained himself not to feel me at all.

I opened the stall and tried the emergency number posted beside the sink. My fingers slipped twice before I completed the call. The dispatcher asked me to remain where I was, but the restroom sat behind a coded staff door. I needed to reach the main corridor before I collapsed.

The first cramp stopped me halfway across the room. I bent over the counter until the shaking eased, then forced one foot in front of the other.

The corridor outside had erupted into chaos.

Carter ran toward me carrying Sienna. She wore half her hockey gear, her shoulder pads unfastened and her face pressed against his neck. Coaches and equipment staff followed them toward the Vipers' medical suite.

He slowed when he saw me.

My gray skirt was soaked at the center. Blood ran in a thin line down my calf and pooled above the edge of my shoe.

Carter's eyes flashed gold. His wolf recognized the scent even if the man refused to accept what it meant.

"Help me," I said.

Sienna clutched his jersey. "My chest is burning. I can't feel my hand."

"Put her on the nearest gurney and call the emergency physician," I told him. "Then stay with me until the ambulance arrives."

His gaze moved from the blood on my clothes to my face. Fear broke through for a fraction of a second.

Then Sienna made a choking sound.

"She has a history of lunar nerve collapse," Carter said, as if explaining his choice to himself. "Her heart could stop."

"Her vitals were stable before we left Portland. Mine are not."

"You walked here. You called me. You are conscious."

"I am losing our child."

The words struck him. His grip tightened around Sienna, but he did not move toward me.

"Did you hurt yourself to force this?" he asked.

I could not understand the question. "What?"

"You knew she might have another episode. You knew I would be responsible for her on game night. Did you make yourself bleed so I would leave her?"

The last fragile piece of my marriage broke without a sound.

"You think I would injure our baby for your attention?"

"I think you've been desperate since Sienna came back."

Another contraction folded me against the wall. I caught the handrail before I fell.

"Carter," I whispered. "Choose carefully. You will have to live with what happens next."

Sienna whimpered his name.

He turned away.

"Arena medical is inside," he said over his shoulder. "Stop making this harder than it has to be."

He carried her through the double doors and let them close between us.

My knees gave out.

I landed on the cold floor, one arm wrapped around my stomach. The distant crowd began chanting the Frosthawks' name. Somewhere beyond the wall, Carter was preparing to lead his team onto the ice.

Footsteps pounded toward me.

Two Vipers medics dropped beside me. One pressed gloved fingers to my neck while the other called for an obstetric response.

"Stay with me, Doctor," the older medic said. "How far along are you?"

"Six weeks. Recent blood donation. Threatened loss."

His expression sharpened. "Who cleared you to travel?"

"No one."

They lifted me onto a gurney. As the ceiling lights blurred above me, my phone vibrated in my hand. The game feed had started automatically. Carter's face filled the screen during the captain introduction.

I shut it off.

At Harborview, the emergency team moved quickly. Fluids. Ultrasound. Medication. Questions I answered from very far away.

The physician finally turned the monitor away from me.

"Lena, I'm sorry," she said. "There is no cardiac activity, and the bleeding is continuing. We need to complete the miscarriage to protect you from further blood loss."

I nodded once. I had already known in the arena corridor, when Carter's back disappeared through those doors.

The procedure ended before the game did.

Near midnight, Carter entered my recovery room in his suit, his collar open and his hair damp from the postgame press conference. He stopped when he saw the empty ultrasound screen and the transfusion line in my arm.

"Lena."

I looked at the scoreboard notification glowing on his phone. "You won."

He flinched. "I didn't know it was this bad."

"I told you I was hemorrhaging."

"Sienna's oxygen level dropped. The medical staff said—"

"Her oxygen level recovered before you reached the treatment room. You still stayed for the first period."

His silence answered me.

He approached the bed with both hands open. "We can try again. When you're stronger, I'll find specialists. I'll fix this."

"You cannot fix a child you chose not to save."

I took the papers the Alpha Council liaison had brought while I was in recovery and placed them on the blanket between us. The heading read Emergency Petition for Mate-Bond Dissolution.

Carter stared at it. "No."

I removed my wedding ring. Dried blood marked the inside of the band. I set it on the signature line.

"The legal divorce can follow. Sign the bond release now."

His eyes burned gold. "You are grieving. You don't know what you're asking."

"I know exactly what I am ending."

"I will not release you."

The door opened behind him.

"You may not have a choice," said Kaelen Rowan, the League's senior ethics arbiter and the Alpha Council's appointed bond judge.

He entered carrying a sealed silver folder.

"Under emergency mate-protection law," Kaelen said, "Lena Hart has the right to sever this bond tonight."