Chapter 481
Chapter 481:
Out in the hallway, Kain had finished his tests with ruthless efficiency and refused the comfortable waiting area entirely. Instead, he stood right outside the heavy door like a lethal sentinel, his massive presence and suffocating aura forming an impenetrable shield that ensured no one disturbed my vulnerable state.
After what felt like an eternity of invasive tests, I was finally allowed to dress. Kain and I sat side by side on the wide leather sofa in the VIP lounge. The silence in the room was deafening. Kain held my hand, his grip so tight it nearly bruised my bones, his thumb rhythmically stroking my knuckles. Together, we stared at the heavy oak door, waiting for Dr. Aris to return with the final verdict that would determine the fate of our dynasty.
Adelina Wolfe POV
The heavy oak door of the VIP lounge clicked open. Dr. Aris stepped inside, a relieved, professional smile spreading across his face.
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“Your reproductive health is absolutely flawless, Luna,” Dr. Aris announced, glancing at his tablet. “There is no biological defect whatsoever p>
I exhaled a shaky breath, but before the relief could fully settle in my chest, the doctor continued.
“However, werewolf reproduction is profoundly sensitive to environmental and psychological factors,” he explained gently. “The vicious rumors circulating among the Pack Elders and the elite social circles — your subconscious has internalized that immense pressure. The stress of feeling inadequate has essentially triggered a biological lockdown, suppressing your conception mechanism p>
My stomach plummeted like a lead weight.
The relief evaporated instantly, replaced by a suffocating, toxic wave of self-loathing. It wasn’t my body. It was my weak, wolfless mind. I was so fragile that the mere whispers of high society were enough to shut my body down, depriving Kain of the heir he so desperately wanted. I didn’t even possess the basic mental fortitude required of a Luna.
My wild roses and storm scent turned sour, reeking of profound despair and inadequacy.
Beside me, Kain went completely rigid. His golden eyes flashed with untamed Lycan fury as he caught the agonizing shift in my scent. He didn’t let Dr. Aris utter another clinical syllable.
“Enough,” Kain growled, the subsonic vibration rattling the medical instruments on the counter.
He snatched his heavy wool coat from the chair — the thick fabric saturated with his protective ancient cedar scent — and without asking, wrapped it tightly around my trembling shoulders, enveloping me completely in his aura. He hauled me against his side and marched me out of the sterile, suffocating room.
The ride back in the armored Maybach was agonizingly silent.
I sat huddled in the corner of the plush leather seat, staring blankly at the raised soundproof partition. Hot tears blurred my vision. I was drowning in my own mental anguish, convinced I was a broken failure.
Kain sat beside me, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked near his ear. He didn’t force me to speak. He simply let his heavy presence anchor me in the dark cabin.