Creed followed his gaze to see indeed the club was now one hundred percent on fire. Bright orange flames covered every surface of the building and shot from windows with glass already blown out.
He turned away and went to Dani’s side. “I have to go for Sawyer. Is she going to be okay?” His packmates were not doctors, but they’d had to spend their fair share of time patching each other back together when necessary.
“I hope so.” Carrie, another pack member who often nursed others, was lifting Dani’s lids and examining her eyes. “Probably has a concussion and she is having trouble catching her breath. I’m worried about how long she was oxygen deprived. She needs a hospital.
“Ambulance should be here any minute.” Dante spoke from behind him.
Dani’s hand shot out and caught his arm with surprising strength. Her mouth and throat moved like she was trying to say something and couldn’t.
“Don’t try to talk, baby,” he said to her. “You need to conserve energy and rest.”
His heart hurt watching her like this. Fear and pain filled her eyes as she stared up at him making his stomach churn. He’d rather strip his own flesh than see her suffering from this kind of torment.
“Not me.” She managed to get out on a hoarse whisper. “Bab—” Her head fell back on the ground and her eyes fluttered closed before she could finish.
“Oh shit. She’s out cold.” Carrie shoved him out of the way and shoved her fingers against Dani’s neck to check for a pulse.
“Is she okay?” he asked, panic rising. “What did she say?”
“No, she is not okay dumbass. She’s barely breathing and I think she was saying baby. Is she pregnant?”
Creed staggered back as the world around him began to spin and the sirens in the distance grew louder.
“Thank fuck. Ambulance is here.” Carrie stood and waved the driver in her direction. “This one has to go first,” she shouted. “I think she’s pregnant.”
All eyes turned to Creed at Carrie’s announcement. He looked down at Dani who still wasn’t conscious, his gaze traveling to her gently rounded as always tummy. No, it couldn’t be.
It had been months since they were together and she’d not said a word. She wouldn’t keep a secret like that from him. Even Dani, who rejected his claim, understood how important children were to the pack…
The paramedics lifted her onto the stretcher and hurried her over to the ambulance.
“Go,” Dante ordered. “You need to be with her.”
Creed still hesitated, torn between saving his family and the woman who held his heart.
“Sawyer,” he started.
“I’ve got more than enough people here to sort through this. Go and be with your mate and unborn child.”
Dante’s tone struck a nerve. He might as well have publicly flogged him for not taking his responsibilities seriously. Plus, they both knew he didn’t have enough people left to hunt for band aids let alone rescue anyone.
As if he read minds, Dante narrowed his eyes. “I trust Diego. You should too. Now get your ass in the ambulance. That is an order.”
Creed felt every ounce of power Dante put into his command. While he still wanted to find Sawyer, the dominance of a pissed off alpha was impossible to ignore.
“I’ll check in as soon as we get to the hospital.” Creed didn’t wait for Dante to say any more before he hopped into the back of the ambulance and settled in next to Dani.
Her pale face and limp hands concerned him. Despite the small oxygen mask now pumping life-giving oxygen into her frail body, she was still human…
Humans were killed so easily.
He bent forward and pressed his lips to her ear. “Don’t you dare die on me, Dani. If you do, my heart goes with you and I kind of need that to survive.”
He got nothing. No reaction at all. Either she was completely out of it or too far gone from him.
Neither of which he accepted.
She would live.
If for no other reason than to explain why the hell she carried his child without his knowledge.
2
Dani cracked open her eyes against glaring light and squinted. Between the scratchy, unable to focus her vision sensation and the burn in her throat she felt like crap. The plain white walls in front of her, broken only by an unfamiliar television, didn’t help.
Where the hell was she?
She turned her head and found Creed sitting next to her, his tall, muscular body folded in what looked like an uncomfortable position in a nondescript beige chair. This was definitely not the club.
She closed and opened her eyes several times to help her vision clear and ease the gritty ache the simple act of trying to see her surroundings caused.