Luna's Rejected Vengeful Mate
Luna’s Rejected Vengeful Mate Chapter 77

Elisabeth

I could not believe how Drake’s father treated me after he saw me lying in that room. I knew that he was angry with Drake and feared he would harm my husband.

His demeanour changed when he came to my room and saw the doctor checking the baby’s vitals. He was worried that something might happen to the baby and me. When Blake and Drake left the house, Alpha Elias was constantly by my side, making sure I felt comfortable and had anything I needed.

He was silent the first few days and that made me feel uncomfortable. The doctor must have mentioned something to him because he slowly started having conversations with me, trying to replace out how and where Drake and I had been living.

I found myself relaxing around him and without realising it, talking to Drake’s father had become a pleasant pastime. I even looked forward to his visits and hearing stories of Blake and Drake as children.

I was distraught when I realised I had been excluded from the link that connected everyone while they were taking Ace and Teresa down. The worry and anxiety overwhelmed me, affecting the baby’s and my heart’s rates. The doctor tried various ways to calm me but only Alpha Elias achieved that. He held my hand in his large palms and explained that my condition prevented me from participating in the link.

“You have come so far to bring this baby to life, Elisabeth. Don’t waste your efforts, my child. Your baby boy needs you to be strong and well. How can he fight his way out when your mind is unstable? How will you help your baby when you cannot help yourself? Think about it,” Alpha Elias told me, and how right he was.

We were hours away from labour. The baby had already positioned himself. And I had to prepare for a unique experience. I missed Drake, though. I wanted him to be close when the time came. He promised he would be there. What if something happened to him while fighting Ace? What if he could never make it back to me?

Sensing my fears, Drake’s father held my hand tighter and comforted me.

“Both my boys are strong enough to fight and win, Elisabeth. With Blake around nothing bad will happen to Drake. His older brother will protect him like he always did. And they will come back, winners. So, try to think positively, my dear.”

The first labour symptoms started with mild cramps, almost like period pains. I felt bloated, and my lower back hurt. The pain made me nauseous and I thought I would throw up.

Gradually the pain developed into intense contractions, and I winced in pain. Immediately, the doctor ran to my side and examined me, simultaneously checking the baby’s condition.

“We have started the labour process Elizabeth. I want you to work with me and help me bring the baby into the world without problems.” The light tone he had used was now cold and professional.

I could feel the contractions jolting through my body for shorter periods, with increasing intensity and duration. Initially, the contractions lasted a few seconds, and I felt them every ten minutes.

Without realising it, I started crying, sad that Drake wasn’t with me.

“Elizabeth, I want you to calm down and try to devote yourself only to the thought that soon you will hold your baby in your arms. We cannot proceed if your emotional state is like this,” the doctor told me sternly.

I nodded in understanding and stopped the sobs spilling from my mouth. The doctor was right. I had to be strong for the little soul waiting to enter the world.

Drake’s father left the room to give me time to calm down. I could tell he was uncomfortable with the entire process.

Alone in the room with the doctor, I relaxed, and every time I felt that the pain was unbearable, I screamed in pain, not caring about the volume of my voice.

In my delirium, I heard the door open and close abruptly and Drake’s voice beside me.

“Ellie, I am here, sweetie,” he whispered, caressing my face.

I opened my eyes and my husband was there next to me, holding my hand.

“Drake,” I cried and squeezed his hand tighter.

“I am here, baby. Don’t worry; everything will be fine.” He kissed my forehead.

“I was so afraid that something might happen to you, Drake. And that I would never see you again,” I whispered.

“I promised I would be back for you and our baby, Ellie. You mean everything to me, sweetie. I would never disappoint you.” he caressed my face and turned to the doctor.

“Is there something wrong, doctor?”

“Nothing, Drake. Don’t worry. I guess your baby boy has decided to show himself. Ellie is having contractions. It’s too soon for the labour to begin, though,” the doctor replied to my husband, and Drake smiled at me.

The contractions were frequent and the pain became unbearable. There was no way I could control the m***s of pain that left my mouth and I sensed Drake’s anguish and fear. That disoriented me, and I could no more cooperate with the doctor’s instructions.

The doctor called Alpha Elias into the room and asked him to bring the pack doctor. He needed help.

I heard the doctor reassure Drake that nothing was wrong, but I knew that my lack of cooperation was creating trouble for the doctor.

“Drake, could you go outside for a while? I think that your presence is upsetting Elisabeth. She might cooperate better if she is not worried about you as well,” my doctor told my husband.

Drake didn’t move, so I had to step in. Time was of the essence for the baby and me.

“Drake, do what the doctor says,” I whispered, squeezing his hand between breaths. He hesitated, but the murderous look I gave him made him turn and leave the room.

That made me feel better and my doctor patted my hand, comforting me.

“Time to concentrate, Elisabeth. The contractions are frequent, and we need the amniotic fluid to come out to begin the labour. I am going to help you with that, okay?”

I nodded and soon felt a torrent of water soaking me.

“Doctor,” I said, panicking but he patted my hand.

“It’s only natural for you to feel like that, Elisabeth. From now on, I need your full cooperation and obedience, okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered and took a deep breath to handle the wave of pain that hit me.

“The cervix has dilated to ten centimetres; my doctor told the nurse. What did he mean?

I soon realised the meaning of his words as the pain made me feel that my waist would crack into pieces.

“Elisabeth, I need you to take deep breaths and start pushing. I will tell you when to push. Don’t act based on the pain you feel. We need the baby to come out safely, okay, my dear?” My doctor seemed confident and that gave me the courage to continue.

I followed the doctor’s instructions and pushed whenever he told me, ignoring the compelling feeling my body gave me to push more often. To ease the pain I felt, I held on to the thought that I would soon hold my baby in my arms.

“Elisabeth, you must stop pushing now. Start breathing like you feel constipated. We practised it before, remember? Come on, dear; we are so close now. I will tell you when to push. And when I do, you must do it wholeheartedly, understood?”

I nodded and waited until the doctor asked me to push. I did, feeling a searing pain tear through my whole body, stripping me of my last dignity.

“f**k you, Drake, I am going to kill you,” I screamed and pushed as the doctor told me, closing my eyes in distress.

A tiny cry filled the room, and I opened my eyes to see the other doctor holding my baby boy wrapped in a blanket in his arms.

“My baby,” I whispered and my doctor squeezed my hand.

“You did great, Elisabeth. The baby is fine. I need you to work with me for a while more. We have to get the placenta out.”

Before I could reply, the contractions started again, but their intensity was nothing like the previous ones. The doctor pressed my belly several times, and after he instructed me, with a slight push, the placenta was out.

That was when I noticed my sister standing in a corner wiping tears from her face. Luna Alison stood by her side. They both gave me the thumbs up, smiling. I closed my eyes, feeling exhausted.

I felt Drake’s presence in the room.

“Drake?” I whispered.

I felt him holding my hand as the doctor inserted an IV needle in my other hand.

“She is tired, Drake. She will be fine in a few hours,” the doctor said.

“Drake, check on our baby,” I whispered, closing my eyes.

I must have fallen asleep because Drake’s voice startled me.

“Baby, do you want to see our baby boy?” he whispered and I opened my eyes, giving him a tired smile.

Drake kissed me and then placed our baby boy in my arms.

“Thank you, my love. I have no words to explain how grateful I am to you for giving birth to our little boy.” He kissed me again and I smiled

“I love you, Drake,” I whispered.

“I love you too, Ellie,” he replied and I gave him the baby. I needed to sleep.

“Alpha Ray?” I heard Drake whisper. I opened my eyes abruptly and saw my father standing inside the room.

“Dad?” I whispered.

My father took a few steps towards me and then stopped. He hesitated to approach me. I could see pain in his eyes. I could not hold back and stretched out my arms to him, crying like a baby.

“Dad?” I called.

It only took him seconds to be by my side holding me in his arms after so many years. I hid my face in his chest, embarrassed to look at him, and hugged him back, as if my life depended on it.

How I missed his scent and the warmth of his embrace. I just realised how precious they were to me. The emptiness I felt inside my heart evaporated and in its place a heartwarming feeling made me forget all the pain I felt a while ago. My father’s embrace had always been my harbour of serenity in my toughest times.

“Hello, Elisabeth. I missed you, sweetie.” My father patted my pack and kissed the top of my head.

“I missed you too, dad. I am so sorry,” I cried, and he comforted me.

“It’s all in the past, baby. I am so happy to see you, sweetheart. I didn’t want to close my eyes and not see your face again. And here you are, Ellie. In my arms, having a baby of your own. I am so happy for you, my baby girl.”

My father’s sweet words made me cry louder. I did him so much harm in the past, only thinking of myself, but still, my father treated me with love and affection.

“Dad…”

“Not now, Ellie. We have plenty of time ahead of us. What’s important is for you to recuperate soon so that you can take care of your baby,” he said and looked at Drake and his grandson.

“Drake?” I called my husband, who came over to us, placing our baby in my father’s arms.

“He looks just like you, Elisabeth. The little champ is a replica of his mother and me,” he smiled proudly, knowing I had his looks.

“I guess he does,” I smiled back and touched my baby’s tiny fingers.

My father turned to Drake.

“I blamed you for taking my girl away and bringing all the misfortunes into our lives, Drake. I won’t lie that I came to the point of hating you. But seeing you with my baby girl like this, I can tell you have devoted yourself to making Elisabeth happy. And for that, I forgive you,” he said, smiling brightly at my husband.

Drake’s eyes filled with tears and he bowed to hide them. I smiled. My strong-built, sexy-a*s husband was an emotional guy who hid his true feelings under a mask of indifference.

“I only get emotional when it comes to you and now our son, sweetheart,” he mind-linked me and I smiled at him.

“I came here for a reason today, needing Blake’s advice. How I see it, I might have the solution in front of me,” my father mumbled to himself and both Drake and I looked at him, confused.

What did he mean by that?