Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 9

Amidst the sterile white halls of the bustling hospital, a symphony of hurried footsteps and distant murmurs formed a dissonant backdrop to the unfolding emergency. The nurse’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent and trembling with the weight of the situation as she guided the resident doctor toward the accident and emergency ward, where Hazel lay, her condition hanging in the balance. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed too harsh, too unforgiving for the gravity of the moment.

Hazel was wheeled in. She lay there feebly on the hospital bed. Her swollen belly protruded beneath the hospital gown like a precious cargo, both vulnerable and resilient.

“There was an accident,” the nurse explained briefing the doctor on the way.

Hazel listened while she battled with unconsciousness, it was hard to remain awake. Weakly, she implored, “Please, save my babies.” Her words, a fragile plea, hung in the air like a prayer.

The young doctor, his eyes a mosaic of concern and compassion, approached Hazel’s bedside. His voice, calm and reassuring, served as an anchor in the sea of uncertainty. “What is your name?” he asked with a calming smile.

“Hazel,” came her weak reply.

“Don’t worry, Hazel. You’re in the hands of capable professionals.”

As he inquired further, his gentle demeanor remained unwavering. “How far along are you?” he asked, his voice softened by empathy.

“About ten months,” Hazel replied, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

his face etched with a

to a singular plea, her eyes

urgency,

fragility of life. The doctor, keenly aware of the gravity of the situation, made a swift decision. “Prepare her for surgery,” he instructed, his voice

the ward, a concerned Noah approached the doctor, his expression marked by an overwhelming sense of responsibility. “Doctor, please, do whatever it takes

get to the stage where it’s her life or that

sign. Hazel would choose her kids instead.” Noah rushed

one; he shook his head. “Whatever

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the doctor offered a candid assessment of the situation. Well, I’ll be honest with

at our disposal but you must also prepare for the stark possiblity of the worst” He stared silently grappling with the gravity of the situation,

the midst of the hospital’s

woman suddenly burst into

area, her breathless voice carrying the echoes of desperation. Noch Is she okay? Chloe panted, her words a fratic plea for

contact of hope and fear as he said. “It’s risky.

uttered sadly making

silence, his thoughts involuntary

painful memory, the most

unbor offspring in a similarly tragic

as he buried his face in his