Two Weeks Earlier.
Ronan's POV
The door of my study creaked open and Damon, my Beta and best friend stepped closer to me, his expression unreadable.
"Alpha," Damon began as he stood tall in front of me. "The sperm is stored at the hospital. The only thing left is for Lady Lena to visit the hospital and start the IVF procedure."
I nodded slowly, My stomach churning at the situation... but what choice did I have?
Years ago, during a brutal clash between my pack and the rogue kingdom, I sustained a devastating injury—a rogue's claw tore through my groin. The aftermath left me with a condition known as Obstructive Azoospermia. It means I'm naturally infertile—unable to father a child the normal way. My only hope of having a biological child now lies in IVF or surgical sperm retrieval.
Damon continued, his voice dropping a little bit lower, "Would Lady Lena do it? Considering the fact that you both aren't married yet."
I forced a smile. "I guess it's time to marry her then."
Lena is my betrothal. Her late father is the influential and wealthy gamma of my Pack—The Bloodmoon Pack. We've been officially dating for two years now after she returned back to the kingdom from overseas and I have talked to her about marriage once, but Lena refused. The reason is because, she is an actress who is just making waves in the entertainment industry and wouldn't want marriage to distract her for now.
"Did you get the ring?" I straightened up, adjusting the golden cufflinks on my black Kiton suit.
"Yes, Alpha. It's in the car."
"Now... Let's go propose. You don't have to come with me."
I made my way out of the mansion, towards the garage and hopped into the back seat of my Maybach S680 4MATIC. Beside me, there was a bouquet of flowers and a Graff Promise Ring.
I smiled at myself. If everything worked out fine, I'd be a father in the next ten months.
"To the Grayson mansion," I ordered the chauffeur, who gave a curt nod, ignited the car and drove away from the driveway.
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At the mansion, my hands hovered around the door bell, before I pressed it as I was still a bit anxious. Would she agree to marry me? Agree to the IVF?
No one answered, but I tried the door handle and found it unlocked. It was unlike Lena to be careless, and leave the door open. Pushing the door open quietly, I stepped into the living room and the sight before me was unbelievable.
I froze at the spot.
On the floor, clothes and underwear were scattered everywhere. Am I dreaming or something? I stepped closer, picking up a red lacey pant which I recognised belonged to her because I have seen her on it once.
I scoffed at the absurdity of the thought swirling inside me. She was having an affair.
Quietly, I made my way upstairs to her bedroom. At the hallway, I heard low, muffled moans and the sound of low whispers. I stepped closer, reaching for the doorknob and twisting it open slowly.
The sight before me almost made me stumbled backward.
Lena was naked on her knees in front of Lucien, the Alpha of a rival kingdom. She was sucking on his cock, hungrily like a slut picked up from the street and his hands gripping her hair as he thrusted deeper into her mouth, head thrown back in pleasure.
"Suck it you, slut," Lucien groan. "Take all of my cum. I bet that infertile Ronan doesn't feed you with his cum."
Oh... He even knows about my condition. Of course, she must have told her.
This was the same woman who claimed to love me. The same woman I was rescuing when the Rogues clawed at my groin. The same woman who had assured me that she would be there for me through it all.
Stepping further into the room, I cleared my throat.
Their eyes snapped towards me and they disengaged from each other. Lena jumped to her feet and quickly grabbed the duvet to cover her body while Lucien didn't bother to cover up, his eyes were buried to the floor.
"Go on. It seems you two are having a nice time." I crossed my arms, smirking devilishly.
Lena stepped forward. "No.... Ronan. It's not like that. We were....." Her voice and body were trembling with fear.
Of course, she knew what I was capable of. I could set up a council and have them punished for infidelity but I wouldn't do that. I have a lot on my plate already and the news would be a stain on my image.
"The real reason why you don't want to get married is because I couldn't feed you with my cum, right?"
"Please...." She dropped to her knees again. "I'm sorry......"
"You know what?" I cut her off sharply. "We're done Lena. I don't want to see your face ever again."
"Ronan..... Please." She held my feet but I kicked her away.
I turned towards the door and then stopped mid way, looking back. "As for you, Lucien. You'll pay for this." With that I made my way out of the mansion.
My heart twisted with betrayal. I might not have any special feelings towards Lena but I considered her as my woman and Luna. I treated her with respect, accepted her even though she had this cocky and arrogant attitude.
It seems I would have to forget about having a wife for now and focus on having a child. A heir.
I reached for my phone and dialed Damon.
He answered immediately. "Yes, Alpha."
"Tell the hospital to look for a surrogate," I ordered.
It was silent for a beat before he spoke, "Understood, Alpha."
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Lisa's POV
Present Day.
After thinking long and hard about it, I decided to do an IVF. I wasn’t doing this out of desperation. I was doing it out of resolve. I’d made peace with not needing a man to have a child. A donor sperm, a signed agreement, and a future I could shape on my own terms. That was all I needed.
Apart from the fact that it would save my job, I figured out it would be good to have just one child for companionship sake since I wasn't getting married ever again.
IVF was expensive, so I explained my situation to Anna. She sympathised with me and she was more than willing to loan me the money
The doctor did the insemination a few days ago but today she had called me, requested that I see her immediately.
And here I was, in the waiting room of the fertility clinic. My stomach twisted with anxiety as I couldn't shake off the feeling that something had gone wrong.
Dr. Marlow ushered me into her office, her face tight with concern as she gestured to the seat across her. I sat down.
"Miss Lisa," she began. "There's something we need to discuss."
My breath seized. "What's wrong?"
"There's been a mix up at the lab. The sperm sample used for the insemination wasn't from the donor you selected."
"What?" My eyes narrowed. "Then whose was it?"
She hesitated. "It belonged to Alpha Ronan Stormrider."
Alpha. For a beat my brain didn't pick up her words. But when it did, my trembling hand flew to my mouth.
"Alpha?" I screamed, my voice louder than intended. "You mean a werewolf?"
She nodded.
I'm carrying the child of a werewolf!
I. AM. SO. DOOMED.
Lisa's POVI grabbed my phone from the side pocket of my bag.First step: evidence.I made my way back to the hallway. The door I’d broken out from still hung slightly crooked on its hinges, the dented knob dangling like a loose tooth. I snapped pictures of the door first, the scratches from the rod, the linen-wrapped metal I’d left by the wall. Then as I videod, for live footage if you will, I spotted something.Right at the seam of the door, glittering faintly in the corridor light, one of Selena’s earrings. That little obsidian teardrop thing she wore like it was her trademark. The clasp was broken. I didn’t speak in the video. I didn’t need to.Once that was done, I beelined to the control room, heels echoing against the sleek tile.The guards stiffened a little when I knocked, but opened up when I flashed my Red Loom badge and name tag.“I need video access,” I said, cutting straight to it. “North corridor. Around fourty minutes ago.”One of them blinked. “Is something wrong, ma
Lisa's POVMy breathing was heavier than it should’ve been.It wasn’t panicked or anything it was just… shallow.I was sweating now. Not the kind that trickled down your back after a long day, but the cold, stiff sort. Like every part of me knew something was off and my body was anticipating the impact.I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor, trying to steady myself. Hand pressed into my scalp, trying not to rip my own hair out in a fit of barely concealed rage.Outside the locked supply room, I could hear it.Cheering.Applause.It was faint due to the distance, but during highs the sound of the event carried effortlessly, even out here. From the names on people’s lips, to my vision on display.And out there… she was.Selena was probably smiling, gracious as ever. Taking questions. Posing for pictures in front of my installations. Gently maneuvering attention toward her, like she was the only reason Red Loom's guests were turning heads tonight.Every clap I heard ma
Lisa's POVTruth be told, I’d seen the signs.Selena had a plan, or maybe even two. Maybe three.She hadn’t made a move yet, not a real one, but I’d been watching her closely these past few days.She’d been watching me too. Not obviously. Never in the open. But there was something about the way her eyes followed me a beat longer than normal.The way her lips twitched at the corners whenever I spoke during planning meetings. Always smiling. Always graceful. But always… calculating.She was waiting.I figured she hadn’t pulled anything before because it would’ve ruined her standing. Sabotaging me before Red Loom’s public showcase would’ve painted her in a very obvious shade as the guilty part, especially if our past history came to light. But now?Now, if she could twist the narrative, take credit for something major, or better yet, derail one of my key contributions without a trail leading back to her, then she’d be untouchable.She could walk away with deals from other major names, no
Lisa's POVThe days blurred by in a carousel of lists, layouts, and late-night caffeine crashes.But today?Today was event day.One of Red Loom’s major merger showcases had finally arrived — one I had been the main planner for — and I was still standing. A little tired? Maybe. A little on edge? Sure. But prepared still. And more than a little proud.I stood near the side of the central hall, watching people mill around beneath the woven mesh banners I’d personally fought tooth and nail to get made.The lighting was perfect, the venue buzzed with soft music and camera flashes, the scent of warm spice and various meals drifted in from the catered lounge at the back.God, I could cry.The strangest part? I was grateful for everything that led here. Even the mess. Even the pain. The late nights. The planning hell. The contracts and stress and committee arguments that made me question if it was all worth it. It was. All of it. Every piece came together.‘We're not done yet.’ I needed to
Lisa's POV“Oh really now?” Damon said, squinting at me.“What?”“Nothing nothing.” He laughed.“Yup.” I popped the ‘p’ and nodded with faux seriousness. “I am. Come onnn, just a matter of time and mom Lisa will be on the scene”He scoffed. “Ey, whatever you say, Lisa.”We both burst out laughing.Our footsteps crunched softly on the gravel path, the breeze carrying the scent of something grilled in the distance. Probably someone’s barbecue two streets over. Kids had long gone inside, and porch lights were blinking to life one by one. It felt like the world had taken a deep breath and settled into quiet.The neighbourhood sure seemed like a safe yet lively one.“This is such a wholesome way to spend your day off,” I said.Damon didn’t answer immediately. He tilted his head back, eyes fixed on the sky like he was trying to read something written in the clouds. His smile dimmed a bit, not sad exactly, just… removed.“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It is.”I glanced over at him, catching the
Lisa's POVThe first bite was divine.My eyes widened. My fork paused midair as I turned slowly to stare at Damon across the small table. “You didn’t tell me the food here was this good!”He smirked, poking at his grilled chicken. “I thought the line outside would’ve given it away.”“There was no line.”He shrugged.I blinked, taking another bite of the cheesy potato balls swimming in what had to be a sacred blend of garlic and tomato sauce. “This is criminally underrated,” I muttered, half to myself.“Seriously, why aren’t people tripping over themselves to eat here? They should have a full queue out the door!”Another spoonful of bliss.I pulled my phone out and discreetly opened the notes app: [ small eatery near south wing, hidden gem. call about Red Loom sponsorship idea? ]Then I kept eating like I’d been starved for a week.Across from me, little Anya was swinging her legs under the table, watching me with wide, curious eyes.Damon had ordered her something from the kids’ menu: