Chapter 480
Chapter 480:
Adelina Wolfe POV
I sat on the edge of the cold marble bathtub in the Aspen lodge’s master suite. The morning sun spilled across the floor, but it couldn’t thaw the ice in my veins. The single pink line on the plastic stick blurred through my tears. Months of meticulously tracking ovulation since the cruel joke of my ghost pregnancy, and still — nothing. Was my wolfless body fundamentally broken?
The heavy oak door opened. Kain’s ancient cedar scent enveloped me instantly, soothing my frayed nerves. He stepped into the bathroom and lifted me effortlessly onto the wide marble vanity, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to my forehead.
“You don’t have to prove anything to anyone, Adelina,” he murmured, his golden eyes filled with absolute devotion. “You are my only Queen p>
I gripped the lapels of his robe, a desperate sob tearing from my throat. “Please, Kain. Take me to a hospital. I need a full fertility panel. I need to know what’s wrong with me p>
His massive frame went completely rigid. His jaw clenched, the muscles ticking as his Lycan Inner Wolf recoiled. The horrific memory of the I-95 crash — the metallic stench of blood, the shrieking medical monitors — had left a deep, unhealed scar on his soul. Hospitals were a visceral trigger for his beast. But as a tear slipped down my cheek, he swallowed his primal terror.
уо𝘶𝗿 𝗱a𝗶𝘭𝗒 𝘥𝗼𝘴𝗲 𝘰𝗳 𝗇𝗈𝘷e𝗅s 𝗈𝘯
“Pack your bags,” he whispered, his voice a gravelly vow.
Hours later, the black armored Maybach slipped through the hyper-private VIP side entrance of Mount Sinai Hospital in New York, shielding us from the chaos of the human world.
The private luxury consultation suite smelled uncomfortably sterile. Dr. Aris, the top Pack reproductive endocrinologist, sat across from us with his tablet.
“Luna, Alpha King,” Dr. Aris began respectfully. “Before we proceed to the physical exams, we must discuss lifestyle and stress. Are there any external pressures p>
I looked down at my hands, my wild roses and storm scent turning sour with shame. “The Pack Elders,” I admitted softly. “And the elite social circles. The whispers about the Blackstone family lacking an heir — the rumors that I am a defective Luna. It’s a heavy weight p>
The temperature in the room plummeted to absolute zero.
Kain had spent months shielding me from Pack politics to protect my peace; he’d had no idea the venom had reached me. His ancient cedar scent spiked into a suffocating, lethal pressure.
“Rumors?” Kain repeated. His voice was a dark, subsonic rumble laced with the terrifying weight of an Alpha’s Command. His eyes blazed with untamed Lycan gold as he locked onto Dr. Aris. “If any Elder or socialite dares to question my Luna’s worth, I will personally rip their throats out p>
Dr. Aris broke into a cold sweat, his Inner Wolf completely submitting to the Lycan King’s murderous aura. He immediately set aside the psychological questionnaire. “Understood, Alpha. We will proceed directly to the physical evaluations p>
Kain stood, radiating the dark, brooding fury of an executioner, and strode into the adjacent room to provide his medical sample.
I was led into the examination room. I lay on the cold table, staring up at the sterile white ceiling tiles as the ultrasound wand glided over my stomach. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Please, Moon Goddess, I prayed silently. Please don’t let the screen show that I am irreparably broken.