The Alpha's Unwanted Bride

Chapter 491: SURGERY

The door slammed shut behind and Loren went back, bent over Jasmine’s body.

He cleared the area and looked down on her, his hands already trembling.

”Hand me a pair of scissors,” Loren said, voice clipped.

Ned picked one from the equipment bag and handed it over without a word.

Loren neatly, but hastily, cut open her dress, slicing through the fabric with clean precision. Ned helped him peel it off her body until the entire material was gone and discarded to the side.

”Oh, Jasmine...” Nanny Nia whispered from behind, her hand trembling over her lips.

Loren bent down, checked her pulse again, then leaned in to listen for breathing.

His brows furrowed. Her breathing was shallow. Too shallow.

”Is she fine?” Nanny Nia asked, her voice cracking.

”I’ll do my best to keep her stable,” Loren said, already moving. ”But this is complicated. The child might need an operation.”

”Operation?” Nanny Nia blinked rapidly. ”But she’s not—”

”She’s bleeding,” he snapped gently. ”We need to do something drastic, or we might lose either the mother... or the child.” He hesitated. ”Or both.”

Nanny Nia’s face fell. Her knees almost buckled. She held her chest and leaned against the nearby wall as she managed to weep softly.

”I need towels. Lots of towels and hot water,” Loren barked.

”I’ll get the maids to bring them.” Nanny Nia rushed out of the room.

He heard her voice ring down the hallway, ordering people to hurry, her tone sharp and panicked. Moments later, she returned, breathless.

”What’s the towels and hot water for?” she asked.

Loren walked over and laid a massive healing leaf over Jasmine’s forehead. ”She’s going into preterm labor—her body is rejecting the pregnancy. If I don’t help the baby out now, they’ll both die.”

”Then do something!” Nanny Nia cried. ”Please, Loren...”

”I hate to say this,” he said with a heavy breath, ”but magic is needed.”

His voice was quiet. ”Jasmine wasn’t just carrying any baby. She was carrying an Alpha’s child. She’s unshifted... I’ve never done this before.”

His hands were visibly shaking now. Sweat formed at his temple.

The door suddenly flung open without warning, creaking eerily on its hinges. No one stood in the entry.

Then Marie entered, her dreadlocks swinging over her shoulders, barefoot and furious.

She looked around quickly, eyes scanning. And then her gaze fell on Jasmine’s bloody, unmoving body.

She didn’t waste time. She moved like wind—swift, focused, deadly.

She rushed over to the bed and placed both hands on Jasmine’s forehead.

”What happened?” she asked in a sharp tone.

”A guard found her this way,” Nanny Nia replied, eyes wide. ”I left her fine the previous night. Please—do something to save her.”

”Where’s Xaden?” Marie asked, frowning.

No one answered.

”Where the fuck is he?” she said louder, jaw tight.

”That’s not relevant right now,” Nanny Nia snapped, frustrated. ”Jasmine’s life is what matters. Please!”

Marie sighed, dragged her hand from Jasmine’s forehead down to her belly, and held it there.

Silence.

The room tensed. Even Loren stopped breathing.

Marie finally rose.

”Is the baby alive?” Nanny Nia asked in a panic.

”I can’t say,” Marie said. ”I’ve never understood her pregnancy. But she’s three months from full term—and yet her body’s reacting like it’s the final week. Her womb might be rejecting it... or it was never meant to carry this kind of child.”

”I thought we’d operate,” Loren offered weakly. ”But I don’t know if she or the baby would even survive the blade.”

The maids came rushing in with bowls of steaming water and stacks of clean towels.

”I’m going to use magic and force the baby out,” Marie announced. ”That’s all I can do.”

”What?!” Nanny Nia cried. ”You just said she isn’t due for months!”

”Yes. I did.” Marie’s voice was firm. ”But Jasmine’s pregnancy is not normal. If this is a wolf-child, and as Jasmine is an unshifted, then her womb may never survive the natural process. If I can force it out now, maybe she lives. Maybe.”

Nanny Nia pressed her hand over her chest, struggling to keep her panic down. But she nodded. There was no choice.

”Dampen the towels with hot water,” Marie instructed. ”Position them in between her legs. We will do what we can.”

But before anyone could move, the door flew open violently.

”What the hell is she doing in my brother’s bed?!”

It was none other than Anna standing at the door.

She stormed in, flanked by her usual servant minions, her face twisted with disgust.

Marie didn’t flinch. She kept her hand over Jasmine’s abdomen.

Anna strode to the bed and stared down at Jasmine’s broken, blood-soaked body.

”What the hell is this whore doing in my brother’s bed?” she hissed again.

Marie looked her dead in the eyes. ”Who the hell are you?”

”Who am I? Who am I?” Anna snapped. ”I’m the heiress of this pack. Alpha Xaden’s sister. And I won’t have that traitorous whore bleeding all over his bed!”

”This is all your fault!” Nanny Nia screamed in rage. ”How dare you? After everything you have done and-

”Shut up, old bitch!” Anna spat back. ”Once I’m done with Jasmine, you’re next. Get that whore OUT of here!”

Marie stood.

Her eyes went silver.

She didn’t say a word. She raised her hand, and with a flick of her fingers, Anna began to choke.

The heiress gasped, clutching her throat, her eyes wide with terror. Her knees buckled.

”You’re lucky I’m busy,” Marie growled. ”But I enjoy teaching girls like you a lesson.”

She released her hold, and Anna collapsed to the floor, coughing violently.

”Do you want me to continue?” Marie asked coldly.

Anna scrambled to her feet, humiliated.

”I’ll tell my brother. He is going to know.” Anna promised.

”I’ll be waiting.” Marie said.

Terrified and disgraced, Anna ran off . Her servants chased after her, skittish and shaken.

The room fell quiet again.

Marie turned back to Jasmine, whose lips had parted slightly in a soundless gasp. Her skin was deathly pale.

Marie climbed back onto the bed and placed both hands over Jasmine’s womb.

”Back to business,” she muttered grimly.