I was unable to contest his assertions. I embarrassed Laura for only following instructions. She intended to provide me with an heir.
Alas, I exhale, recognising my error. My companion… My dog…
Locate her! Cain growls menacingly. Locate her and return her to me, or by the Moon Goddess, I will obliterate all that you have established. I will eliminate every pack member if necessary, beginning with your wife.
I was aware that Cain was not joking. He would dismantle Blood Night due to my error, and I could not permit that to occur. I dismiss the physician prior to Cain seizing possession of my body and summon Zen and Marlon.
They gaze at me with trepidation while I remain at my desk with clinched fists and gritted teeth.
“Locate Laura,” I instruct, quaking as I force Cain back into the depths of my consciousness. “Your forthcoming Alpha is approaching.”
Five months later.
“How long have you and Aldo been attempting?” Dr. Rayna enquires while sanitising her hands and donning her gloves.
The antiseptic hospital area is far from pleasant, yet I don a brave grin and respond to her.
“I have been engaged in this endeavour for several months,” I falsely assert. She was unaware that Aldo had seldom made contact with me since Laura’s deception was revealed. The woman had departed, yet she continued to obstruct my path.
“Does intercourse cause pain?” she enquires.
I express my disdain by rolling my eyes at her. “No. Aldo embodies a true Alpha. He solely provides me with pleasure,” I remarked with a sneer.
Dr. Rayna offers me a disconcerting smile.
Dr. Rayna nods, examining the stirrups and directing the medical assistant to provide her with the speculum. “Please remain calm. I will conduct a brief examination and collect a few samples to ensure everything is satisfactory. Is that acceptable?”
I inflate my chest with pride. “I am in optimal health, doctor. You will observe. The Moon Goddess must be awaiting the opportune moment to bestow upon me the Pack’s heir.”
Dr. Rayna appears unconvinced, but I am indifferent to her opinion. I will soon be bearing their Alpha, and Aldo will disregard his insignificant child with Laura.
I anxiously bite my lip and recline flat on my back, counting my breaths as I sense the cold metal instrument penetrate me. A little moan escapes my lips when Dr. Rayna enlarges the instrument and scratches my walls with a huge cotton swab. She presents the samples to her assistant, who promptly stores them in glass test tubes.
Dr. Rayna thereafter inserts her gloved fingers within and delicately applies pressure to my walls.
“Hmm… There is slight oedema in this region,” she notes, adjusting her fingers slightly.
I find that unappealing, yet I promptly dismiss the notion.
Following a comprehensive assessment, the physician withdraws her fingers and readies the transvaginal ultrasound probe with gel. The probe is a robust plastic cylinder designed to get a complete view of my uterus. I lie on my back while the probe is inserted, my hands clutching the edges of the bed in anguish.
My heart races within my chest as Dr. Rayna examines my uterus.
“There is scarring on the fallopian tubes,” she states, gazing carefully at the screen. “Are you certain you have not experienced any pelvic discomfort? Any bleeding, discharge, or urination difficulties?”
“Indeed, I am certain,” I affirm vigorously. I began to feel apprehensive. “What is the significance of the scarring?”
Dr. Rayna remains silent, continuing to analyse her screen while inspecting further aspects of my uterus. I begin to have terror.
“Your Luna is communicating with you! Respond, for heaven’s sake! What does it signify?” I shout at her.
Dr. Rayna scowls at me and exhales in exasperation. “It indicates that you may very well be sterile.”
.
…. One week subsequently…
.Dr. Rayna dons her spectacles while examining my pelvic exam test findings.
“You have tested positive for gonorrhoea,” she states.
“What?” I retort in fury. “Are you accusing me of being a whore?”
A vacant expression engulfs her visage as she shrugs. “I made no statements. You arrived at that conclusion independently,” she responds.
An intense fury surges within me. She would never have spoken such a statement to Laura! Without hesitation, I elevate my hand and strike her across the face.
“Recall your audience, Doctor. I am your Luna,” I retort sharply. “I will not endure your mockery!”
“Affirmative, Luna,” Dr. Rayna murmurs quietly.
I recline in my seat and await the doctor to proceed with her evaluation.
“It seems you exhibited no symptoms of gonorrhoea, resulting in months of untreated infection,” the doctor ultimately states. “Subsequently, your infection resulted in pelvic inflammatory disease, which you exhibited no symptoms for. The absence of treatment exacerbated your infection, consequently harming your uterus and fallopian tubes.”
I comprehended none of her statements.
“What does this imply? Will taking antibiotics restore my health?” I enquire, a sour taste lingering in my lips.
“Antibiotics will eliminate the infection, but the damage is irreversible,” she states softly, taking off her spectacles. A trace of sympathy resides in her gaze as she regards me. “The damage to your fallopian tubes and uterus is irreversible. Regrettably, Luna, you will never be able to conceive.”
