Chapter 3 Bad News

I walked inside and took a seat on the opposite side of the doctor's desk. He was a handsome young man, about my age, and there was something about his appearance and the way he spoke that calmed me. 

However, I was scared of what he would tell me, which made it hard to think about anything else. 

"Luna, we have tested you for many conditions since this is your third miscarriage. Miscarriages in an Alpha bloodline are extremely rare," he began explaining. My fingers gripped my bag tightly, and I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. I was terrified. What if I were infertile or had something that could ruin all my dreams? 

"Receiving the results, we found that there is a disease in your body that is causing the miscarriages," he said, making my heart race. 

"What?" I replied, unable to hide the pain in my voice.

"Yes, Luna. I am really sorry to say that this disease inhibits your ability to get pregnant or prevents you from carrying a fetus to term," he explained. I tried to take deep breaths to keep myself from collapsing. 

"But I'm not ill. I feel fine," I protested, making the doctor look at me with sympathy.

"I know, perhaps you aren't unwell yet," he said. I covered my forehead, unable to respond. 

"Luna, there is a treatment for this disease, but it isn't easy," he continued. My eyes widened, and I almost blurted out why he couldn't start with that. Instead, I focused on the treatment.

"What is the treatment? Can it cure the disease?" I asked, frustration rising in my voice.

"The treatment is challenging. We must administer hormones, which will cause weight gain, fatigue, mood swings, and sometimes depression," he explained. This shattered my heart. I knew Andrew loved me, but would he love me enough to go through all of this? He was always proud of my appearance; it was the first thing that drew him to me that evening. Would he feel ashamed if I gained weight? Would I still be able to fulfil my duties as Luna alongside him? What would his parents think? 

I shook my head. "Is there another option?" I asked, my voice on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry, Luna, but even with this treatment, there would only be a fifty per cent chance of getting pregnant afterwards," he said, his tone filled with sorrow. It was clear he understood what I was going through. 

He probably knew the rules and what they meant for me. If my husband, the Alpha, didn't love me enough to fight for me to the very end, I could be banished from the pack because of this. 

My wolf whined inside my mind, insisting that I couldn't talk about this with anyone. I understood her concern. She feared losing her mate and her place in the pack, and she was right. 

I looked at the doctor, and I felt my eyes getting moist. 

"Doctor, may I ask you to keep this a secret? You know I could be in great trouble for this," I said, and he nodded.

"Of course. I am bound by medical confidentiality. Only the council has the power to force me to disclose your medical information, but they must first have reasonable suspicion and take it to court. Since I won’t say anything about it, you don’t need to worry about my side," he said, which calmed me a little.

"When can we start the treatment?" I asked him, and he sighed.

"Perhaps next month, but you must ensure that you don’t get pregnant until then," he said, and that scared me again. Andrew wanted a child, and even if he offered me a break from trying to conceive, he was a healthy male. How could I refuse him when he wanted to be with me?

I swallowed hard. "A month is too long," I said. "Could we rush things?" I asked him, and he sighed again.

"I can organise the treatment to start as soon as possible, but I can’t promise anything, Luna," he said, and all I could do was nod.

"Please call me when we can start the treatment," I requested, and he nodded.

He led me to the door, and after a gentle handshake, I stepped out of his office. 

I walked to my car and, once inside, I contemplated what to do. Even though I thought about talking to Andrew and hoping he would understand my situation and support me through this, my wolf held me back. She urged me to keep this madness a secret. 

I turned on the engine and drove back to our house. When I arrived, the first person I encountered was Hilda. 

"Luna, you’re back. Shouldn’t you rest?" she asked, and my lips curled into a smile.

"I’ll go upstairs now and lie down," I replied, but of course, she sensed something was off.

"Are you alright, Luna? Do you want me to call the doctor?" she asked, but I shook my head.

"I just need some rest," I said. After giving her another smile, I walked up the stairs. 

I had just sat down on the bed when my phone buzzed. 

"Hi honey, I’m really sorry, but I can’t have lunch with you today. Since I was on a business trip, I am too busy to leave now; I’ve decided to stay with Seraphina and Sean. I’ll see you at dinner. Love you."

I sighed. Even though such a message usually disappointed me, this time I was okay with it. I wanted to pull myself together for the evening so that Andrew wouldn’t sense my discomfort. 

I lay down and thought about the treatment. I feared how it would end, but I had to admit there was no other option to keep my position and avoid Andrew fighting with his parents over me.

I needed to admit that my wolf was right. Andrew had a strong relationship with his parents, and I couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t share this news about me with them, believing they would understand that the treatment could help me get pregnant. However, I was certain that in that case, they would contact the doctor. With the influence of the council, they would easily discover that the treatment only gives me a fifty per cent chance of fighting off the disease. 

Just then, my phone interrupted my thoughts; it was Andrew calling.