Page 93 of Embracing Sky
“Get up there,” the woman instructed, but when I did, they started strapping my legs and arms down.
I panicked. “N-No! Please!”
They said nothing, but worked fast. Leather straps whirred, fastening around my wrists, locking me down tight. I struggled, but to no avail.
They turned and left, leaving me alone to my pounding heartbeat. My breath came unevenly, tears brimming my lashes. I was trapped. Helpless.
It wasn’t long before Dr. Thompson strode in, his blond hair slicked back away from his face with styling gel. In another life, he might’ve been considered a handsome man, but I saw him for what he was—a monster.
“Sky, Sky, Sky…” he tittered, coming to my side. I went stiff as he lifted the front of my gown, baring my pregnant stomach, rife with fresh stretch marks. He shook his head slowly.
“Such a shame. I finally bring you home, and you’ve tainted yourself.” Our eyes met briefly before he walked over and retrieved something from a metal tray. When he returned, I saw what it was.
A scalpel.
I whimpered. “No,please!”
He chuckled and ran the blade over my bare skin. The metal kissed my flesh, cold and sharp and promising disaster.
“Please what? Please don’t cut the unborn child from your womb?” he asked, as if it wasn’t painfully obvious. “But it’s of no use to me, my darling specimen. That womb has much greater potential. I promise I’ll make it quick.”
No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. I yanked on the shackles, struggling anew. “Please!” I cried, my voice pitching as the shiny blade drew closer to my stomach. “Dr. Thompson, please, I’ll do anything! Just please don’t hurt her. Please…”
The bastard raised a thin eyebrow. “Anything?”
I realized that I’d walked right into a trap, but it was too late now. I needed to save my baby.
I nodded hurriedly. “Yes. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be good. I’ll behave. Just let me carry her to term. Let me give her to her father so he can raise her in a loving family. Please…”
“And how, exactly, can you help me, Sky?” Dr. Thompson drawled back. “What can you give me that I can’t already give myself?”
“I…” I swallowed, already hating myself. “I’ll help you catch river. We need him, right? I can lure him out, drug him… Just, please…”
I hated myself in that moment, but it was the only advantage I had.
“You don’t think I’m capable of hunting your pain in the ass brother down?” Dr. Thompson sneered, and my heart twisted.
“No!” I cried. “No, you are, but he’s surrounded by pack. It’ll be easier if we draw him out alone.” I hated my voice for shaking, for betraying me. I drew a deep breath. “Please, Dr Thompson, I?—”
“And even if we catch River, what makes you think I’ll keep my word?”
My heart froze, then sank, because he was right. There was nothing I could do to ensure that. He could easily use me to snag River, then kill the baby anyway.
But an idea came to mind.
“A contract,” I said softly.
“Hmm?”
“We both sign a contract, promising that you will have my baby delivered to Fletcher and Adam once she’s born. And I will do whatever you ask of me from then on. Just please…” My hands fisted in the straps. I could feel my baby kicking, as if she knew she was being threatened.
Finally, Dr. Thompson chuckled. “Fine. I suppose my experiments can wait a couple more months. It will give me the chance to prepare,” he said. “I’ll sign your contract, wolf, but listen to me when I tell you this.”
He leaned in close enough that I could smell the wintergreen on his breath. “If you try to stab me in the back? I will rip that child from your womb with my bare hands and I will make you watch as I tear her to pieces right in front of you. Don’t fuck with me. Do you understand?”
My breath hitched on a sob. “Y-Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now listen closely. This is what I want you to do...”
