Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

Jojo:

Someone, please stab me at the back and end this nightmare! What the hell was happening to me?! I needed to breathe, needed to suck in as much air as I possibly could, but I could not. I did not know how I had gone from the bench into the car, but having the windows up made me feel suffocated and nauseated, not to forget cold.

“The windows! Open the windows! I need air!” I managed to call out. Whoever was in charge of that seemed to be too slow to respond. Perhaps I had to let him or her – I was finding it hard to keep track of anything that was happening around me – how important the situation at hand was.

“Open the windows for fuck’s sake!” Then, I screamed at the top of my voice, I could feel the vibrations in my chest and in my lungs. I was tired, too tired to even think. I did not know what it was, but something inside me appeared to repeatedly drain my energy from me.

“Get the windows!” Another female voice called out beside me, awfully familiar by the way. Without turning to see who the speaker was, I nodded my head slowly, allowing myself to sigh in satisfaction.

Yes, at least someone understood.

It came again. The feeling of my stomach tearing into two, even to the valley between my legs. Everytime it came, I tried so hard not to scream, but the pain was almost unbelievable, utterly unbearable. I threw my head back against the leather seats of the car. My right hand was being rubbed my a soft hand, while my left hand and my back were rubbed by rougher and larger hands.

It was only then I took the pains to glace at the two people by my side. To the left, was the alpha.

My eyes widened on their own accord.

The alpha?! What in the name of the precious moon goddess was he…

“Ahhhh!” I screamed aloud, groaning in pain. The baby in me had to be some kind of martial arts specialist, perhaps a karate black belt holder, because that was the only thing that could explain the powerful kicks I was being served. The goddamn thing did not even bother to have mercy! I was the mother for crying out loud!

“Please, get this thing out of me!” I turned to look at the terror on Mrs Smith’s face. She dropped my hand, allowing me to dig my fingers into the seat of the car. Her hand found my upper back, she tried to pat it gently.

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Almost there? The only place I saw myself heading to was the grave, if they did not get the karate master in my stomach out of my belly, I was not sure I was going to make it out of this car alive.

I turned to the alpha. He did not speak. All he did was nod his head repeatedly, as if agreeing to everything that his mother… shit! I had forgotten all about that!

I pressed my lips together and shut my eyes close, fighting back my scream.

“Dear, you can let the pain out. You can scream if you want to, just let it out. It’ll make you feel better.”

I shook my head repeatedly, a solid sign for “no”.

I did not think she knew what she was talking about. If anything made me scream as loud as I really wanted to, their eardrums would burst and they would need a doctor more than I did.

Why were we not at the hospital yet?!

“We are here!” The driver called out. The car stopped immediately and the doors beside me were flung open.

The alpha helped lead me out of the car. He placed my right hand around his shoulder and slipped one of his spare hands around my waist. We began to walk into the hospital, the heat between my legs was starting to burn.

Three nurses approached us, and Lake allowed two of them hold me. While one rushed in front of us.

“We have a pregnant woman in the reception, she needs her OBGYN immediately!”

She turned to me.

“Ma’am, did you make an appointment with any doctor? We need to…”

I glanced up from the floor with whatever bit of strength I had in me.

What the fuck was she even talking about?

“Doctor Sanders! She was booked with doctor Sanders!” Mrs Smith called out behind me.

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Lake:

I had thought getting Jojo to the hospital would ease my worries, but it only helped compound and heighten them. She was in the arms of the nurses, and I could not help but pray that they knew exactly what they were doing.

I had come so close to her after such a long while. I could not afford to let her slip away from my arms so easily again, I really could not.

My mother and I continued to run behind the nurses. I noticed how my mother seemed to be more relaxed when a dark-haired middle-aged woman in ash coloured scrubs and a net-like thing on her hair rushed to us. Jojo was placed on a stretcher and led into yet another white polished and depressing room, which reeked of detergent and antiseptic.

She was placed on a small bed, my mother rushed to her left to hold her hand. I was already firmly planted by her right side, with no intention of leaving until I knew and believed she was in the best of hands.

Seeing her lay on the bed, turning her head while she cried out in sheer agony sent daggers into my heart. I wished I could touch her and absorb her pain. I had heard that childbirth was painful for women, but I had never dreamed of being present during one. Especially when it was a woman that I… that I cared so much about.

The doctor moved to my mother, I watched the two women with keen eyes.

“Would you like me to use epidurals for her or should she go through the normal procedure?” She asked.

My mother clutched Jojo’s hands firmly, her tears ran freely down her cheeks.

“Please, just use whatever is going to lessen the pain. She is so young, and… just… I don’t want it to hurt her so much.” My mother spoke, admist her tears. I was torn between consoling her and being by Jojo’s side.

“Alright, we would do our best. You must excuse us now, we need to start the process.” The doctor spoke. I watched my mother nod eagerly and let go of Jojo’s hand.

She stepped out of the room and my eyes followed her.

I was going to do same, but as soon as I took my first step forward, Jojo’s hand clasped my wrist and pulled me back.

Shocked, I turned to look at her.

She stared up at me with furious, scary, scared and determined eyes – only her two green orbs held so much emotions at once – and a deep scowl on her face.

“You’re not going anywhere.” She spoke, in between clenched teeth.

A felt a wave of shock and nausea wash over me, before I turned sharply to the doctor.

You’re going to have to stay, sir.”