The Pup He Never Wanted Chapter 02
“Why did you run off to a place like this by yourself?” Marcus moved to my left, his broad shoulders naturally blocking my line of sight.
Vivian came to my right, resting her head on my shoulder. “Our little girl is all grown up, knows how to be considerate.”
“You can’t go off alone, no matter how considerate you are,” Marcus said, pretending to be annoyed as he pinched my cheek. “You hear me, Moon?”
In that single moment, I slipped my phone, which was already recording, into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.
The movement was so natural it was almost invisible. I used the affectionate gesture as a cover, and they didn’t suspect a thing.
“I know, I know,” I said, pulling my hand back. “Marcus, can you hold my phone for me? The radiation in the exam room isn’t good for the baby.”
The implication in that sentence—that I might be pregnant—made both their eyes light up. It was a light of hope, and of calculation.
At the door to the exam room, they stood side by side, waving at me, their eyes overflowing with concern. In the past, I would have been moved to tears.
Now, I just felt a thousand ice-cold snakes slithering up my spine.
After the exam, Vivian immediately intercepted our family’s private physician.
“How is she?” she asked, her fingers trembling slightly as she took the report.
Marcus pulled out his personal notebook, where he had recorded every single one of my physical indicators and dietary restrictions for the past six years. Anyone who saw it would think they were the most dedicated parents in the werewolf world.
If I hadn’t discovered the truth.
“Marcus, Vivian, I’m just going to the restroom.”
I playfully took my phone back from Marcus’s pocket and stepped into a stall.
I had braced myself a thousand times before I played the recording. But the doctor’s first words still made my wolf let out a pained cry deep in my chest.
“Mr. and Mrs. Graymark, Miss Moon’s silver poisoning trauma has fully healed. Her reproductive system is functioning normally. She can conceive at any time. I must ask… should we stop the ‘conditioning tonic’ she’s currently taking?”
He paused, his voice hesitant.
“Long-term use of this kind of agent will permanently destroy her reproductive system,” the doctor said, his voice low, almost a confession. “Mr. Graymark… I am your family physician, but I am first and foremost a doctor licensed by the Werewolf Council. My oath—”
Marcus’s cold voice cut him off.
“Do your job, doctor. The tonic continues.”
“But—”
“No buts,” Vivian’s voice was like ice. “It’s just a child. We can adopt if we have to. It’s better than her risking her life to give birth, isn’t it?”
The doctor was silent for a few seconds.
“I must remind you both, continued use of the drug will not only affect fertility, but it will also erode the very foundation of her wolf spirit. She could… permanently lose the ability to shift.”
Permanently lose the ability to shift.
In the werewolf world, that was the equivalent of having your soul die. Losing the ability to shift meant losing your wolf—it wasn’t just a biological defect, but a fundamental severing of your existence.
“That is not your concern,” Marcus’s tone was flat. “Just make sure she appears to be recovering well. The rest is none of your business.”
The recording ended.
I sat on the toilet lid, my entire body cold, my fingers numb.
For all these years, I had cried countless times, feeling guilty that I couldn’t give Caden—the future Alpha—an heir. My parents would always hold me gently. “It’s not your fault, Moon. Fate has its own plans.”
It turns out, they were the ones planning my fate all along.
I wasn’t barren.
They just never wanted me to have Caden’s child.
Because I wasn’t worthy.
Only their pureblood, biological daughter was worthy of carrying the next Alpha.
No wonder. No wonder those bitter “tonics” never stopped for six years. I was naive enough to think they were healing me. Now I understood those drugs were a time bomb, slowly destroying the most fundamental part of me.
Hot tears streamed down my face. I bit the back of my hand, choking back the sob that was about to tear out of my throat.
“Moon?”
A sharp knock on the stall door. It was Vivian, wondering why I was taking so long.