Julian POV: Frail Optics and Cold Tarmacs“I suggested you come with the Luna,” Doctor Larry Keogh says, leaning back in his worn leather chair. His hands rest over his beer gut. “This is as much about her, Alpha Julian.”“She’s on a plane back from Paris,” I say. The steady tick of the wall clock is grating, driving my blood pressure higher with every second this balding, former bouncer turned doctor tarries with the news.“We wait then, yes,” Keogh says. “No. Look, Larry, this is about me too. If my wife is barren, I have the right to know.”“There’s no such thing as barren these days, Alpha,” Keogh says. A forgiving, almost patronizing smile on his lips, as if he’s a patient teacher and I’m the dumbest student in the room.“You don’t say.” “Yes, technically, that is,” Keogh continues, waving a hand. “There is IVF, and surrogacy. Technically, the Luna can have as many children as she wants. Which is why I wish she was here so she can hear her options from me directly. She’s the—”
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