MALLORY
“Mmm.” Dr. Chris looked away from me and raised the medical report in his hand. “You’re two weeks pregnant, which I assumed. You have been unconscious for more than two weeks, and we all assumed—”
He frowned and looked at me.
“No one is expected to have survived that long in the forest, among rogues. You are indeed tougher than you look. If only I could believe this story of yours. But unfortunately, I don’t, so you will have to wait to meet with our Alpha for him to make the final decision about you.”
Dr. Chris turned around to leave with the female nurse, who peered at me with concern.
“Doctor, how about my pregnancy? Can I request to abort it?” I asked Dr. Chris nervously, and he paused. He didn’t turn to meet my gaze.
“Abortion is a punishable offense in this pack. So I
