Chapter 3

Amarok’s POV (Thirty minutes before)

I sat inside Dr. Phil’s office, I leaned back in the chair, tapping my fingers on the polished desk. Patience had never been my strong suit, but today, I was unusually calm. The secretary had said he was busy, but I could wait.

After all, today was the day I sealed my plans.

Finally, I have decided to go through with this ridiculous surrogate idea. The old alphas had cornered me, their wrinkled faces full of disdain, practically demanding I produce an heir before they would even consider my candidacy for mayor.

“Pathetic fools,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists at the thought of their smug expressions.

They were relics of an outdated era, clinging to their power and traditions. I will show them soon enough.

I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to relax. My jaw unclenched as I reminded myself why I was here.

Lucy—smart; my good, dependable friend Lucy had offered to carry my child. Although I was skeptical at first, even suspicious, but looking at it now, her logic was flawless. I wasn’t surprised when she brought up the idea, she has always been very witty.

Having an artificial insemination was clean, discreet, and efficient. Also, I won’t be forced to be attached to anyone one, not after losing Stacy, the woman I truly loved.

Come to think of it, Lucy was someone I could trust. She wasn’t just another sycophant, but a true friend. She understood what was at stake.

The door creaked open, pulling me from my thoughts. Dr. Phil walked in, his face lighting up when he saw me. “Amarok! I wasn’t expecting you today. Have you made your decision?” he asked, a smile stretching across his face.

I nodded. “I have. Lucy will be here tomorrow to start the procedure. I trust everything is in order?”

Dr. Phil chuckled as he moved behind his desk.“Of course. Your sample is secured, no need to worry.” He picked up the phone, dialing with practiced ease. “I’ll have the lab double-check its storage.”

I watched him closely as he spoke on the phone, the corner of my mouth twitching into a small smirk. He was indeed a man who knows his work. When he was done talking, he dropped the phone and smiled at me.

“I told them to double check, are you sure Lucy will still go with the plan?”

“Of course, she will. She understands the stakes here, especially with my new move into politics. I wouldn’t have anyone do this for me except her, you know it has to be a top secret.”

Dr. Phil nodded sympathetically, the sigh. “The pressure from the old alphas is still unfair, Amarok. They’re using tradition to hold you back. Did they truly do that back in their days?”

I shrugged, masking my irritation. “I doubt they do. I know their tactics, but I’m not one to crumble under pressure, I will give them what they want.”

Before Dr. Phil could respond, the door burst open. A young nurse stumbled in, her face pale and hands trembling. She looked terrified, her wide eyes darting between me and Dr. Phil.

Something was clearly wrong.

“Doctor, can I speak to you outside for a moment?” she asked, her voice shaky.

I raised an eyebrow, leaning back in my chair as I watched them step outside. The muffled conversation that followed wasn’t hard to decipher. Dr. Phil’s voice rose sharply, an unusual display of emotion for the usually composed man.

“What?! How could you let this happen?!”

My curiosity piqued, but I kept my composure. Moments later, Dr. Phil returned, his face pale and his hands trembling slightly.

“Amarok,” he began hesitantly, avoiding my gaze. “There’s been a… mistake.”

I narrowed my eyes, my patience wearing thin. “A mistake? What are you talking about?”

Dr. Phil swallowed hard, his voice faltering. “There was an error in the lab. Your sample… it was accidentally used on another patient.”

The room seemed to shrink around me as his words registered. I shot him a surprised yet confused expression. “What do you mean, used on another patient?” My voice was low, dangerous, the calm before the storm.

Dr. Phil stumbled over his words. “A human patient. One of the nurses mistakenly used it on her. I’m so sorry, Amarok.”

I stared at him, fury and disbelief swirling in my chest. “A human?” I repeated, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. “How can you make such a grave mistake?” I asked in a deep voice.

Dr. Phil nodded, his hands trembling as he clasped them together. “It was an error, a terrible error. I take full responsibility.”

I took a deep breath, forcing my voice to remain even.

“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “We’ll fix this. Take another sample, and we’ll start over.”

Dr. Phil shook his head, his expression grim. “Okay, but Ehen” Dr. Phil said in hesitation “You need to know that she’s already two weeks pregnant.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut.

“What!” I stood up immediately to face him and I saw Dr. Phil fling. “You’re telling me that a human is carrying my child?” In response to this, Dr. Phil nodded slowly.

This was not the plan. It's chaos.

I clenched my fists, the beast within me clawing to the surface but I fought the urge to let my temper explode. I can’t afford to lose control here, not in this place, not in this public place as a politician.

I exhaled sharply, trying to think clearly. “Who is she?” I demanded. “I need to see her. Now.”

Dr. Phil hesitated, his eyes flickering with unease. “Amarok, I don’t think—”

“Now!” I repeated, my tone brooking no argument.

Dr. Phil nodded reluctantly and left the room. Alone, I paced, my thoughts racing.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. A human? The old alphas would have a field day with this. But this wasn’t just about them. This was about my legacy; I can’t be a mayor for a werewolf community who despises humans and having with a human.

This was totally a big mess.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to suppress the rising tide of anger and frustration. No one would derail my plans—not a mistake, not a human, not anyone.

When Dr. Phil returned, “She was here a few minutes ago, but she is gone now.” He said.

“Well find her! I barked at him in anger.

Instantly he nodded, and as he rushed out of the office in panic.

Different emotions were rushing inside of me. What sort of hellish mistake is this! This wasn’t how it should have happened.

“Dammit” I murmured.

How on earth will I clean up this mess?