Page 95 of Dark Sold Mate

Elle nodded, and the doctor delicately removed the fabric that covered the wound, exposing the injury underneath.

It was ugly—a jagged cut four inches deep in the left side of Elle, just under the ribcage.

“It is not as bad as it looks,” Helen explained. “It is deep enough to cause a lot of blood loss, but it did not hit anything important. It will

require some stitches, though, and I will check that there is no internal hemorrhage.”

What followed was thirty minutes of cleaning and stitches. Helen carefully described every step she took. Maybe she knew Elle was the type of person who dealt better with her fear when she knew what was happening.

Silas tightened his grip on her hand. His presence was like an anchor. He also paid close attention. He was almost hovering.

When Helen finally finished, she drew back, staring at her work. “You’re lucky. No significant harm, no marks of infection. The stitches will heal in a week or two. You will also have a scar. That should heal up nicely as well.”

“Thanks,” Elle replied.

“You will have to make sure she rests for a couple of days,” she said, facing Silas. “No strenuous activity. No training. Nothing.”

“Yeah, she will not be doing any of that. I will make sure of it.”

Helen smiled. “Good. Now I will grant you two some privacy. Elle, call me at once should the pain become more severe.”

Then she left, shutting the door behind her and leaving Elle and Silas in silence.

Neither of them said anything for a while. Silas simply stared at her, and his eyes flickered from her face to her bandaged side, her hands still in his hand, almost reminding him that she was alive.

“You scared me,” Silas finally spoke, his voice thick with emotion. “When I saw you bleeding, I thought I had lost you. I-I cannot lose you, Elle. I can’t. I’m not sure I’d be able to survive it.”

“But you did not lose me. I’m right here. I’m okay.”

“You almost weren’t.” Silas raised her hand to his mouth and planted a kiss. “You ran off alone, into danger. You discovered that auction all by yourself. You could have been killed.”

“But I wasn’t. And we rescued fifteen women because of that.” She used her free hand to cup his face. “It was worth the risk.”

“Not to me,” Silas said fiercely. “Not if I lose you. Nothing is worth that.”

Elle felt her heart skip a beat. This fierce, protective Alpha, who had been the bane of her existence, had become the person she trusted most in the world. The person she loved more than she’d ever thought possible, and she was carrying his child. Speaking of, she still hadn’t told him she was pregnant. But looking at Silas now, the fear and love in his eyes, the way the bond pulsed between them, the way he wore his heart on his sleeve, it made Elle realize she couldn’t hide it from him any longer.

“Uhm,” she cleared her throat. “There is but something I must tell you.”

“What’s wrong? Is it the wound? Did the healer overlook anything?”

“No, nothing like that. I’m fine. Better than fine, actually.” Elle took in a shaky breath. “I’m pregnant.”

Silas went completely still. He did not move or react. Elle wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. He just stared at her blankly.

Elle’s heart started to race. Was he angry? Upset? Did he not want a child? Did her fear of telling him come to pass?

“Say something. Please.”

“You’re... we’re... there’s a baby?”

“Yes. The pack healer said I am about four weeks long.” Her eyes searched his face. “I found out a few days ago. There was too much going on, and I didn’t know how you’d react, and I thought—hmph.”

Silas kissed her, cutting off her anxious rambling. It was soft and sweet and full of so much emotion that Elle felt tears start to fall.

When he drew away, he was sporting a huge ass smile, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. “We are having a baby. Shit. You’re carrying our child.”

“You’re not upset?”