Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Chapter 142 The DNA Test

Draven’s POV

"Ella, are you home?" I asked as soon as that unbearable woman answered the phone. "I want to take you out."

I nearly went deaf from the shriek that erupted from Ella Howard. Of course, she was ecstatic about going out with me. With this opportunity presenting itself, I put my plan into motion. I was already at her door, intending to take her for a "walk" without specifying where—straight to the hospital. If she refused, I’d have my lawyer apply pressure, but she wouldn’t leave that hospital without completing those tests. The timing was perfect; Ryan had confirmed that Howard was at the pack’s social club, clearing my path to proceed without interference.

Before long, that insufferable woman emerged from her house practically skipping, wearing a white dress and pink boots. Moon goddess, how ridiculous. When she approached, I curtly told her to get in the car.

"Sweetieee, I’m sooo excited! Where are you taking me, tell me," she started in that grating voice that made Alaric growl with irritation.

"It’s a surprise. I just need to make a quick stop somewhere," I said."But there’s one condition."

"What is it?" she asked.

"Give me your phone. I don’t want anyone interrupting us, and I know your friends call nonstop." Keeping my tone calm took effort,I just wanted to get this over with.

"But sweetie, I get absolutely sick without my phone." Her pout was almost comical.

"If you don’t give me your phone, I’ll cancel our outing. I know we’ll be interrupted, and I want to spend time just with you." I gave her a pointed look that finally made her relent. She handed over her phone, which I immediately turned off and pocketed.

When we pulled into the hospital parking lot, suspicion flashed across her face.

"What are we doing here, sweetie?"

"I need to pick something up from a colleague. It won’t take long," I lied. "Come on, I want to introduce you to him. He’ll be our child’s godfather."

She practically jumped out of the car, letting out high-pitched squeals that made Alaric whine. At Dr. Molina’s office reception, my heart nearly stopped — Eleanor and Caroline were right there.

Ella didn’t waste a second, grabbing my arm possessively, while Caroline stared with clear disgust. She looked drained, her usually bright eyes dull with fatigue.

"Carrie, are you okay?" I asked.

"I’m fine, thanks! Let’s go, Elle," Caroline said sharply, her sadness barely hidden.

"Oh, sweetie, let’s meet your friend quickly—I’m already excited for our outing," Ella shot back without missing a chance to tease her.

"Honestly, Alpha," Eleanor muttered disapprovingly as she followed Caroline past us.

"Just a moment, Dr. Molina will see you soon," the secretary said kindly.

Not long after, Dr. Molina opened his office door and invited us in, being unusually polite to Ella. We exchanged greetings, and soon two nurses arrived.

"Shall we proceed with the tests?" Molina inquired.

"What tests? I’m not doing any tests!" Ella shrieked.

"Oh, sweetie, yes you are." I looked at her with a calculated smile."Look, my lawyer informed me it’s a requirement in my father’s will. The prenuptial agreement must include health examinations to ensure we’re both in good health."

"That’s nonsense, Draven, your father is dead!" Her voice rose sharply.

"Baby, I think it’s ridiculous too, but if I don’t comply, I lose everything—the money, the estate, the company. I’ll be ruined," I said with complete conviction. "So what’s the harm? It’s just a simple blood test."

"I’m pregnant, Draven! What kind of test?" She crossed her arms.

"Just a complete blood panel and STD screening for you. For me, besides those, he also required a drug test to ensure I wasn’t using substances. As you can see, it’s absurd, but I have no choice." She eyed me suspiciously.

"I don’t like this," she muttered.

"Want to speak with the lawyer?" I reached for my phone. She nodded, and I placed the call, asking the lawyer to explain the situation. He repeated essentially what I had said, but with legal terminology that lent legitimacy to the whole charade.

"So, baby, do this for me. I don’t want to end up broke," I said, trying to sound sweet but failing. Then, feeling inspired, I smiled sweetly. "And after that, we’ll tour my family’s packhouse. It’ll be our home with our little one. Sound good?"

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