Free Web NovelChapter 25: I wasn’t Born Like This
[SERGEI]
"What happened?" Sergei asked.
He had been growling like a feral, trying to free himself, but then the chains were stuck, stronger than he could ever be, and the silver was slowing him down fast. Every emotion from him was a trigger.
And Anya stood and watched, like she had seen this version of him before.
Even when Sergei gurgled right at her face, she didn’t flinch. Even when the alpha clawed the air around Anya, the woman didn’t flinch, because she knew.
Even in his most feral state, even when he was bleeding like a mad dog, even when he was so scary, and his eyes all read that the doctors in the distance had the heartbeats skiing, Anya stayed.
She didn’t try to reason with him.
Didn’t tell him to calm down.
She let him rage.
Let him shout and do whatever need it was for him.
Because stopping Sergei Moskowsky in moments like these was more dangerous than letting him work through it in the only way he knew how.
Anyone else would have been terrified seeing Sergei like that. Eyes all red, his claws showing one too many times, his growls shaking the entire penthouse.
But not Anya.
Maybe because she knew that he would never.
So, when Sergei calmed down an hour later, when he had tears and sweat dripping down his face, when he had bruised fingers and toenails that had been ripped off, when the bed was broken to pieces and the floor he had been standing and pacing on reduced to a messy unfinished housing floor project, Anya just smiled at him sadly.
"Are we going to talk civilly, or do you still want to rage?" Anya asked tiredly.
She didn’t fault him for his reaction, but they had emergencies to deal with, and with Sergei feral, the only other option was to put him down again while she and the doctors sorted everything else out.
Sergei could read between the lines.
So, he watched.
As calm as he could be, even though there wasn’t much proof of his calm state.
"He is my lifeline, Anya," Sergei breathed raggedly, his voice hoarse from too much use.
He was scared; Anya could see that.
"I can’t lose him," Sergei added in defeat.
"You need to take a seat, if you want to save his life," Anya said, like it were that simple.
But Sergei did fight her.
Didn’t complain about this.
Instead, he looked straight for a seat, only to realize he had trashed the entire room.
The only seat left was the one right behind Anya. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
And he couldn’t take it.
"I’ll sit on the floor," Sergei said instead, and Anya sat before she stared at him again.
"I was doing your stalking for you since you were sedated," Anya began, as if she couldn’t believe what she had been reduced to.
Sergei’s eyes softened in appreciation.
Still, he didn’t say a word.
"Today, on the day of the anniversary, Katya got confirmation of the pregnancy at the family’s OB-GYN. He went home to share the news with Yaro and found him cheating with Milan.
"He left minutes later, disoriented, which was expected. But he walked right into traffic without even noticing," Anya said carefully, like she was trying to manage the situation.
Sergei stiffened.
His fists clenched at the information, and his mind whirred with so much rage, but he had to keep steady. Because he knew for a fact that if he interrupted Anya, this woman wouldn’t give him the version of things as he needed.
Plus, he couldn’t exactly force her.
"I was in your weird apartment at the time, so I went after him, before another car hit him. When I got there, he was... he was already miscarrying. I couldn’t take him to the hospital because that would alert Yaroslav.
"...and I doubt Katya wants to see his cheating husband. So I brought him here. The doctors have been trying to fix him, but it’s getting serious. There are so many logistics needed.
"I found a private hostile that we can silence and make sure doesn’t get word to Yaroslav. I was going to take him there when I heard you waking up. Now here we are," Anya finished.
Sergei stared at her like his world had just been burned before his eyes, and honestly, he couldn’t be blamed. That was his lifeline they were talking about.
He did appreciate what Anya had done, but it still didn’t make it any easier for him to accept. He had seen that Katya had hidden everything, and now, on the day that was supposedly the happiest for him, Katya was in pain.
"Release me," Sergei said quietly.
He didn’t beg. Didn’t command.
Just spoke like a man who was slowly embracing his grief.
"Sergei..."
"I... I just want to see him. I won’t cause trouble. Not to him. Never to him," Sergei added calmly.
"The doctors are scared of you. Promise me, Sergei..."
"I would never hurt someone trying to make my Solnyshka better, Anya. I am not that wicked," Sergei argued, and Naya believed him.
When it came to Katya, there was nothing that Sergei wouldn’t do. Maybe that was a strip of belief, but right now, they both needed that more than anything, because nothing looked good.
Everything was fucked, and there wasn’t even a sane way to do this.
"Go take a shower," Anya said.
Sergei growled slowly.
"No. I need to see him, Anya. I have to see him," Sergei insisted, and Anya sighed.
She couldn’t keep him away anymore. She knew she would lose, this time, and that wasn’t a state she wanted Sergei to be in. So reluctantly she grabbed the keys from her pocket, and unlocked the chins, one by one.
Sergei didn’t move an inch.
He waited patiently as Anya freed him.
When the chains hit the floor, Sergei pulled Anya into a sudden hug, before holding toward the distressed citrus scent that was now clearer for him.
The guestroom door was open wide when Sergei reached there, and when he saw the doctor and his Solnyshka, Sergei faltered.
He had never thought there would come a day when he would see Katya like that. Not in the way that Katya was so spared, bleeding profusely while the doctors tried their best to stop the bleeding.
But it was too much.
"Solnyshka," Sergi breathed.
The doctors stiffened, instantly stepping back from Katya.
Maybe it was stupid move seeing as they were here only in case keeping the omega from bleeding out. But Sergei was here, and the devil of Frolo was not an enemy anyone who lived wanted.
"Don’t..." Sergei strained before adding;
"Please don’t run away from me, not when you’re the only ones who can make my Solnyshka better."
The doctors stared at each other before stepping closer.
When Sergei asked about the omega’s condition, they didn’t hide shit from him.
They told him of the blood loss, of how he was hanging between life and death, and how there was no nearby facility that would be as secretive to fix him without causing a storm.
"We would take him to Aslava, but Miss Anya spoke of privacy, so there isn’t much we can do just yet," the doctor said, and Segi stared at the most beautiful omega he had ever laid his eyes on.
There were dry tears on his face, his pretty pouty lips were chapped, and he looked dehydrated.
Katya Gamov looked like he was so close to death, and Sergei would die first before he lost him.
"Prep him for transport to Aslava," Sergei said, and the doctors looked at the man. He looked like he had been through the very gates of hell himself, but then he didn’t argue. Instead, they prepared Katya for transport.
When the medical chopper came, Sergei holed up with the doctors and his Solnyshka.
He still looked like he had escaped hell.
But as he looked at his beloved unconscious and so frail on that damn stretcher, Sergei swore he would make the payment.
He would rip them all apart.
"A twenty-seven-year-old omega lost a lot of blood from a miscarriage that is still ongoing. Urgent care needed asap," Sergei heard when they got to the helipad.
And when Katya disappeared through the operating room doors, Sergei Moskowsky cried his heart out in the washrooms of Aslava hospital, the promise of retribution still hot on his face even as his ears burned through his sanity.
"Sir, you need to be checked too," someone said when Sergei stepped out of the washrooms.
Sergei staggered, his heart in his stomach as he looked around the hospital desperately.
"I’m fine. But if he dies, I’m taking all of you to hell with me."
