All Chapters of Too Weak To Have An Heir : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

With my family near, I found a fleeting sense of comfort, a fragile shield against the overwhelming pain. But the moment I was alone in my room, the walls seemed to close in, and the memories came swirling back like relentless ghosts. I longed for his embrace, to feel the warmth of his presence, to hear his voice whispering sweet nothings, and to breathe in the scent that had always soothed my restless heart. Now, that scent was replaced by an emptiness I couldn't escape.I missed him so fiercely it ached, an aching that felt like it would never lessen. The thought of a future without him loomed like a dark cloud, heavy and suffocating. I cried myself to sleep, the tears soaking my pillow, and even in the fragile grasp of slumber, he invaded my dreams, a bittersweet reminder of what I had lost. No comfort, just a haunting presence that lingered long after I awoke.It was hard to breathe. The pain in my chest intensified now that he had sneaked into my dreams, which I remembered vividl

Andrew's POV"Andrew, why do you want to leave?" I heard my mother cry as I packed my few belongings."Mum, I don't want to be a burden on you," I replied, but my mother rushed over and stopped me from packing."Andrew, darling, how can you say something like that? You are my only son, and I love you to the moon and back. You would never be a disturbance," she said, her eyes filling with tears. I sighed."Mum, I appreciate that you want to help me, but please understand. I need to be on my own," I insisted."But Andrew, loneliness won't help you at all. I would feel so much better if you stayed here at least for a while," she pleaded, but I shook my head."I'm sorry, Mum, but I want to live my life. I will be fine, and I promise to visit you and Dad often," I assured her as I zipped up my small suitcase."Andrew, please at least stay for lunch," my mother called after me as I left my room and walked down the stairs."Son, just think about it. It might be a little early for you to live

"Am I speaking to Andrew?" The deep male voice surprised me. At first, I thought it might be Dr Parker calling. But as I processed the voice, I realised that even if he had managed to take my mate from me, as an educated, high-profile individual, he wouldn’t overlook my title."Yes," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady."You don't recognise my voice, do you?" the caller challenged, and in that moment, it hit me—Bernard. A wave of irritation washed over me. Why on earth did he call me? Did he want to convince me of his daughter's innocence and persuade me to take her back?"Bernard. Greetings. What’s going on?" I asked, trying to sound calm."Andrew, don’t think for a second that I’m going to try to convince you to take my daughter back. An Alpha like you doesn’t deserve her anyway," he said, and I felt my blood boil. "What are you talking about, Bernard? I’m the victim here,” I shot back, my frustration spilling over. “Instead of defending your precious daughter, don’t you thin

Aria's POVI stared at Dr Nixon in shock. "What?" I asked, and he nodded. "Yes. I noticed your pregnancy in your blood test first, but I wanted to be sure. As you can see, the fetus is there," he said, and I leaned my head back onto the examination bed. Dr Nixon had something more to say."Speak," I told him, looking at him expectantly.He sighed. "As I mentioned, you have some internal damage due to the three miscarriages. I said that with some medication we could heal that, but I can't prescribe those medications because they could be harmful to the fetus," he explained, which made me feel uneasy. I'm not sure how to process this information. After experiencing three miscarriages, I wasn't sure if I could endure another, especially not when this baby was the last connection I had to Andrew.With teary eyes, I looked at the doctor. "I want to keep this baby. I want to give birth to it," I cried, and I felt Kara's hand hold mine for support.Dr Nixon sighed again. "Alpha Aria, I don't

"Let me be alone a bit," I told Kara, and she nodded understandingly. I could see the concern in her eyes, but I needed this moment to myself. I walked upstairs, carrying the letter like a heavy stone, its weight pressing down on my chest. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the letter contained not just words but the entirety of my despair.Once I reached my room, I closed the door behind me, creating a small sanctuary away from the world outside. I sank onto my bed, clutching the letter tightly, and then I broke down. Tears streamed down my face, uncontrolled and raw. Even though I had promised myself that I wouldn't torture myself emotionally for my baby's sake, I couldn't hold it back this time; the agony of my heart was too much to bear.I missed Andrew a lot. It wasn’t just his absence that hurt; it was the love we had shared, the dreams we had built together, and the future I had envisioned with him. I remembered the laughter, the quiet moments spent tangled up together