Two months later
Two months have went by since the rogue attack, as well as my heat. My heat lasted a whole week and a half. No other rogue attacks have occurred, which is good. Maxwell was right when he said that I wouldn’t be able to walk afterwards. I still have a limp to my step after not being able to walk for a full month and a half. It was quite embarrassing.
I was currently in the kitchen helping out with preparing lunch. All the cooks and I were making a platter of different assorted sandwiches for the pack when the smell of the food had became overwhelming, making me run to the nearest bathroom to puke up this morning’s breakfast.
One of the omegas came and knocked on the door. I opened it, and he came in to help me out. I was pleased to know that I wasn’t alone.
“Are you okay, Luna?” he asked.
“I think so. Could you take me over to the pack doctor’s office?” I said.
He nodded and guided me there. The omega, who’s name I found out is Mitch, is mates with the head warrior, Scott, and have three lovely pups; Maison, who’s 10, Bailey, who’s 4, and Harry, who’s 2. He told me how met Scott in high school. He has skipped a grade and ended up in all of Scott’s classes. What shocked me the most is that he’s 10 years older than I am, which I still couldn’t believe since he looks no over 18.
I didn’t realize that we made it to the pack doctor’s office until I was handed a clipboard with papers that needed to be filled by the nurse at the front desk. Looking at it, I was embarrassed that I had forgotten how to write since I was a child when I had to write something last. Mitch must have noticed and took it so he could fill it out for me.
“Sorry...,” I said looking down at the floor.
It’s okay hun. Must be hard since you’ve been alone for so long,” he said as he filled out what he knew about me.
“It was and still is,” I said.
Being called Luna instead of Iris is a big change for me. Something I was never referred to until after the ceremony. Mitch finished the paperwork and handed it back to the nurse at the front desk. I sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting room with Mitch next to me as I waited to be called to see the doctor, which wasn’t that long since there weren’t many people here today.
When I was called to see the doctor, Mitch helped me walk to the room that I was assigned. After that, he left claiming that he was needed at home and if I needed him, I could use the pack link. The doctor came in a couple minutes after and introduced herself as Doctor Lee.
“So I see that you haven’t been feeling well. When did this start? Doctor Lee said.
“This afternoon. The smell of food became overwhelming,” I said.
“Okay. Have you had a change in your diet?” she asked.
“No, not really. I’m still a vegan,” I replied.
She nodded and told me that I had to relax as she drew blood from me. Apparently it was a must since we didn’t know what was wrong, well more like I didn’t but she had an idea and wanted to make sure. I sat patiently on the bed as she did her thing and soon she was off to the lab to get the results of everything. Although, she was able to give me the results of my iron count and sugar levels, which were perfectly normal. So that was a good thing to know.
After 20 minutes or so, Doctor Lee returned with all my results.
“So everything came off good. You’re gaining more weight, which is good. Although you have one thing that showed in most omegas and women,” she said.
“And that would be?” I asked.
“You’re pregnant,” she said.
I looked at her in utter shock. I’m pregnant. A mother to be. And this kid belong to the only cuddly yet possessive man I’ve ever met in the 2 months that I’ve been here and that’s Max. She understood that I was processing everything in my head and decided to break the silence.
“Would you like to have a look to see how far along you are?” she asked.
I nodded, still not being able to form words, and laid down. Lifting up my shirt, the doctor put this very cold, and I mean ice cold, gel on my stomach and smeared it with a wand that allowed us to see what’s inside of me on the small screen. She moved the wand around a bit until she found what she was looking for. To me it looked like a white little blob that stood out in the black and white screen. It was no bigger than a peanut.
“There’s the little peanut,” she said.
“That white blob is the baby?” I asked.
“Yup. And from the looks of it, you’re about 8 weeks along. I’m going to go print it out a picture and you’ll be sent on your way,” she said as she snaps a picture of it before leaving the room.
I wiped off the excess gel before pulling my shirt down and waited for her to return. When she did, I was given a copy of the picture and made another appointment to come back and see how things are progressing in 2 weeks. Since the office was close by the office, I decided to walk back instead of contacting Mitch to come get me. I needed a way to tell Max as it is.
I walked out the office and headed towards the woods. The doctor did say that I could shift until I became further along into the pregnancy. Being in my feline form also calmed me the most since I’ve been in this form since I was able to turn. The woods were also the safest route.
After walking through the woods for like 20 minutes, a branch snapped somewhere nearby making me freeze in place. A rogue stepped out of the bushes and growled at me, making me hiss yet scared for my life. So I did what any other animal that felt threatened to do, run. I just ran to wherever I could since I wasn’t trying to bring the rogue near the pack house. But at the same time, I didn’t know the pack lands too much and ended running to what seemed like a tree trunk, when it really wasn’t. I didn’t get much time to see who or what it was when everything around me went black.