004: Vasectomy?

Diane

Julian was standing at the end of the hallway. He was dressed in a fresh outfit, different from what he had worn last night. Obviously, he had been here for… I don't know how long.

My heart was now beating so loud that if he came closer, he would definitely hear it.

"I… I went for a walk," I lied, biting my tongue. "I needed fresh air. The heat was too much."

He furrowed his brows.

He looked at me for a moment, then he started walking toward me.

My heart was about to explode now.

Please don't come closer.

Please don't come closer, I chanted inside.

If he came closer, I was sure he would perceive the smell of that strange man on me.

But he did.

He was now just a few inches away. He looked at me for a long second, his eyes searching my face. I was sure he could see the marks on my neck. I was sure he could smell the stranger’s scent on me.

"A walk," he repeated. His face… his tone—it looked like he didn’t believe me.

I swallowed hard. I knew this one time I would definitely get caught. Luck has always been far from me in things like this.

Then—

He placed his hand on my shoulder, his gaze calm now.

“That’s okay, Diane,” he patted my shoulder slightly. “I hope it helped.”

I nodded slightly. “Yeah.”

“Alright. I’ll be working in my office. You go and rest.” He stepped back and started walking away without looking back.

My legs weakened and strengthened all at once.

What was that? What was the meaning of what he just did?

I was sure he perceived. I was—

Wait.

Does it mean that he…

He doesn't really care? Like, he doesn't care what I did?

My chest burned, both with guilt and with uncertainty.

…

I was now inside. I had just finished washing myself and was still in my towel, but even after this wash, I could still perceive the smell of this stranger on my skin. Like it was stuck.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

“Come in,” I shouted at whoever it was.

The door swung open.

It was my assistant, Freda.

She held a thick, silver envelope. It looked official.

“Good morning, Luna. This just arrived by special courier,” she said, handing it to me. “It’s addressed to the Head of the Estate,” she explained.

I took the envelope from her. My heart skipped a beat.

The Head of the Estate was my father.

Although he had been dead for two years, his “Estate” still controlled everything—the house, the company, and the pack’s insurance. Because Julian hadn't officially been named the “Owner” yet, these high-level documents still came to the heir.

They came to me.

A few minutes later,

I was now fully dressed, so I took the document and tore the silver seal. I wanted to go through it, see what it was all about.

As I did, it was a Two-Year Medical Audit. Since the pack’s insurance was a private one, they sent a summary every twenty-four months to show exactly what the family’s money was paying for.

I sat on the bed, expecting to see bills for my father’s final hospital stay or my own dental cleanings. And maybe all those fertility things.

My eyes skimmed the sheet, flipping—again, again—and I saw a section marked: Dependent/Spouse — Julian Demora.

10/04/2022

Just three months after our wedding.

My eyes saw a line that made the world stop spinning.

Procedure: Bilateral Vasectomy.

Clinic: The Aris Private Wing.

Cost: Covered by Estate Funds.

My hands on the paper weakened. My legs turned cold.

What… what… what was I—

I read again. And again. Maybe if the word vasectomy would have another meaning other than the regular.

My eyes refused to leave the paper until… the words blurred. Streams of tears flowed freely down my cheeks.

Three months after our wedding. Julian had a vasectomy.

Fuck. My brain spun.

For two years, Julian had watched me cry every time my period arrived. He had held my hand while I apologized for not being “fertile” enough to give the pack an heir. He had even suggested I see a doctor to see what was “wrong” with me.

He knew. He had known since the beginning.

But why? Why did he?

Because he didn't want my father’s bloodline to continue?

What could be—

My hand on the paper tightened, gripping it until it wrinkled. My teeth clenched.

My hand went to my cheeks, wiping my tears away.

I stood up, with the now crumpled paper in my hand. I didn't care about the rules anymore. I didn't care about being a “good wife.” I wanted to find Julian and show him that his secret was out.

I headed toward his private office, a place where I was usually banned from going into because, according to him, he wanted to “concentrate” on work.

He had said he was going to the office, but his car was still in the driveway. He was hiding somewhere in this house.

I reached the library doors. They were doors which were usually shut tight. Today, they were slightly open.

As I walked closer, I heard sounds.

“Mmmnnn…” “Mmmn… nnn…”

My brain spun, turning in realization of what that sound—

I walked closer, my steps faint for reasons I couldn’t name. I leaned closer to the crack in the library door.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the fireplace.

And then, I saw Julian.

He was on his knees. Alpha Julian—a man who usually stood so tall and powerful. My husband.

His head was tilted back, his eyes half-closed in a way that made my stomach turn. He was looking up at someone.

I moved an inch to the left to see who it was.

But all I could see was a silhouette—undeniably the frame of a man standing over Julian. He was wearing a dark suit, his back to me. One of this person’s hands was buried deep in Julian’s hair, holding him in place.

Julian was bobbing his head, working with a hunger I had never seen from him. He had the stranger's cock in his mouth, serving the stranger like his life depended on it.

My legs went cold. The medical paper fell from my fingers.