Chapter 486
Chapter 486:
The heavy door clicked open. Dr. Harper, a human physician sworn to absolute discretion, walked in holding a stack of lab results. The numbers on the top page were highlighted in bold black ink. My heart stopped. I braced myself for a terminal diagnosis — for the final proof that my wolfless body was irreparably defective.
“It isn’t a tumor, Mrs. Blackwell. Nor is it stress-induced hypoglycemia,” Dr. Harper said, a warm smile breaking across her face. “You are pregnant p>
The room spun. “That’s impossible,” I breathed, the memory of Dr. Evans’s devastating diagnosis at Mount Sinai flashing through my mind. “They told me it was a ghost pregnancy. A hormonal misfire p>
“Your husband’s Lycan bloodline is ancient and overwhelmingly dominant,” Dr. Harper explained gently. “Combined with your own unique, latent genetics, it caused your early hormonal levels to fluctuate violently. Standard urine tests and early ultrasounds couldn’t properly read the supernatural biology. But this quantitative serum blood test is absolute proof. You are carrying a healthy pup p>
The crushing weight of my perceived failure evaporated, replaced by a blinding, earth-shattering euphoria. My dormant White Wolf, usually so sluggish, suddenly pulsed with a profound, fierce maternal warmth. I was going to give Kain his heir.
Blake let out a deafening shriek of joy and threw her arms around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder. “You did it, Addie! You’re having a baby p>
When Dr. Harper finally left us alone to process the news, my trembling fingers immediately reached for the encrypted satellite phone. I needed to hear Kain’s voice. I needed to feel his Lycan purr through our Mate-bond.
My thumb hovered over his name.
But in the quiet of the sterile room, Chloe Monroe’s venomous voice hissed through my mind. Feral Madness. Chained to a stone floor with lethal silver. Tearing at his own flesh.
𝗧h𝖾 𝘣es𝘵 rе𝖺𝖽𝘪n𝗀 e𝘹𝘱е𝗋іеnc𝖾 𝗈𝘯 g𝘢𝘭ո𝗼𝗏𝗲lѕ.с𝗈m
My hand froze. The pure joy in my chest collided violently with a suffocating terror. Kain’s soul was shattered. His suffocating protectiveness, his absolute need for control — it was all a desperate shield keeping his traumatized beast from fracturing again. If I dropped this monumental, life-altering news over a phone call while he was miles away, unable to physically touch or protect us, what would his Inner Wolf do? Would the overwhelming, primal instinct to guard his vulnerable heir be the very trigger that pushed his fragile mind back into the abyss of Feral Madness?
My thumb shook violently before falling away from the glowing screen.
I couldn’t tell him like this. I couldn’t risk breaking my King. I needed to look into his golden eyes and physically anchor his beast when I handed him our future.
Adelina Wolfe POV
I stared at the blank screen of my encrypted phone, my thumb hovering over the dark glass. The silence in the sterile examination suite was deafening. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t drop a bomb of this magnitude over a satellite connection while Kain was miles away. If the overwhelming, primal instinct to protect his vulnerable heir triggered his Feral Madness, he would tear his own soul apart trying to reach me. I needed to be his physical anchor.
I looked up. Blake was still pacing, her designer heels clicking frantically against the linoleum.