Della’s POV
In my entire life, I never thought I’d come to a time when I was utterly lost, confused, and, most of all, scared. I was so scared that I didn’t even have a second to worry if I’d live the next minute or not.
“What happened? Is the princess alright?”
“No! Is that blood on her dress?”
“A lot of it!”
“That fucking scumbag!”
“Did that asshole hurt the princess?”
“What? Alpha Kylian hurt her? He’ll pay big time!
Blood and screams of terror and worry enveloped the hall… Lying down on the ground, feeling cold and stone, I did my best to look down, which brought more tears streaming down my cheeks – tears that could create a river.
My baby…
There I was, lying on the stage in my own pool of fresh red blood. The stinky metal scent lingered in my nostrils, and my heartbeat, which was beating wildly earlier, started becoming shallow and weak.
“No… This can’t happen…” I whispered in denial of the painful truth that I might actually lose my child.