My Hot Alpha

The sob fell from my lips as I held onto him for dear life. My emotions hit, reality seeping in. I had never been sure if I was ready to be a mom, but I never wished for anything like this to happen. My head was a mess. I still couldn't understand how I could miss something I never had but I did. Our baby was part of me, part of us and now nothing.

"I just want to go home please". I cried.

"I'm so sorry baby". He whispered kissing the top of my head. "I'm so so sorry".

I wasn't sure how long he held me, but I didn't want him to let go. As much as I was angry, he always had a way of calming me down. He moved us making sure I was comfortable, my head resting against his chest. "Is this okay for you, are you sore?".

I was but I didn't care. I didn't want to move.

He was my safe place and right now I needed him more than ever.

..

I was ready to be discharged. Well, I was discharging myself. The doctor came and went. Explaining to me and preparing me for what happens after a miscarriage.

But that wasn't the reason they wanted me to stay another night. My injuries weren't serious, but they wanted to keep me for observations. I was not doing that. If anything were to happen, I would have the pack doctor. I wasn't even sure why Jake hadn't taken me to him first. He hates hospitals, doesn't trust them and yet here we are.

"I don't think this is a good idea Leah".

Jake of course was against the idea of me discharging myself. One more night wasn't going to hurt me apparently.

"I'm fine". I just wanted to be in the comfort of my own home.

"You're not fine you can barely fucking walk". He ran a hand through his hair. I knew he was holding onto his temper for my sake. "Stay for one more night and I'll take you home in the morning". "You hate hospitals". I spoke.

"What?". He frowned.

"You hate hospitals so why are you trying to get me to stay?".

"Because you've been hurt, and I want you to get the best care. They recommend you stay another night so please just fucking listen to them".

I wasn't buying that bullshit excuse he was trying to hit me with. Was there something he wasn't telling me? Something he didn't want me to know? Him keeping things from me was nothing new. "Fine". I gave up, I wasn't going to argue about it. "But if I'm staying another night I'm staying alone".

"What, no".

"Yes".

"You're being difficult Leah".

I shrugged. I knew I was, but I didn't care. I wanted to go home; I didn't understand why he wouldn't just take me home.

"I swear to god-...". He was cut off by a knock on the door before his mom poked her head inside.

"We're staying another night and that's final".

"No, you're not".

"Oh, I can come back". She spoke.

Probably felt the tension in the air or she heard our conversation. I wasn't in the mood for visitors, nor did I want them. Not to be rude but I wasn't up for talking to anyone. What was there to talk about?

"It's fine mom. Can you sit with Leah until I make a call?".

"Of course, you go".

Great. Awkward silence because what was there to talk about? What do you say in this situation? I wasn't in the best of moods; I feared what would come out of my mouth. "So, you want to go home?". She asked.

I nodded.

"Then go home".

"Try telling your son that"

"Jake doesn't get a say in the matter. You want to go home then go home".

Oh.