Too Weak To Have An Heir
I was surprised when he gently held my hand, but I didn’t pull away.
"Luna, your illness is curable. If you remain strong, I promise that after the treatment, you will be able to have a healthy and strong heir for the pack," he said, but his words only made me cry harder.
"But I am already overweight, and I feel powerless to fulfil my duties. Things just started to feel normal again," I replied, feeling his hand squeeze mine gently.
"Luna, I know this is hard for you, but would you prefer if the pack labelled you as infertile?" he asked. I shook my head in response.