Lycan King’s Nemesis

(Two weeks later)

“Are you sure what you are saying?” I asked the pack doctor in a panic, as he revealed something heart-depleting to me. My pulse stirred even as I felt Abby touch me in solace.

It’s been one month plus and still, nothing positive has happened. Just fucks. No pups to show for it. It occurred like that day I heard my parents say they picked me. I came to be afraid.

I had issues with my respiratory system?

“So, Doctor, what can be done about this?” Abby inquired on my behalf, seeing as I was still reeling from the terror of the news.

“I think this is something between the King and Queen to decide.” He sat forth with his hands entwined on the desk in a thoughtful stance. “From what I saw, I think it’s mostly as a result of dissimilar genes. Since the Queen is a werewolf, performing the ritual of purification and full transformation might help alleviate the problem.”

“What kind of transformation are you talking about, Doctor?” I examined him in anxiety, fright reticent in my voice. Does this have to do with me not having a wolf? “I-I… this is not the time for this. I have to produce an heir or the elders would-” I sniffed, wiping the tears that stalked my lids. “My ability as a woman would be questioned and I might_”

“Let it rest, Gwen.” Abby stopped me. I can’t even think straight. How could he say that? My mother didn’t-shit! She isn’t even my biological mother.

What am I going to tell Ashton? Fuck, I can’t even tell him.

If what I’m thinking is right-that I might not be a werewolf-then what is going to be my fate?

I looked at Abby abruptly in alarm, grasping her hand tight in mine. “What am I going to tell Ashton? He’s going to kill me.”

“He would understand, don’t say that.”

“He can’t!” I wiped another round of tears. “Have you forgotten he-he hates me?” I hiccuped, snorts slipping down my nostrils but I didn’t care.

Abby grasped my right hand. The one holding hers. “We have to tell him. My brother is very understanding. Or, if you like we can keep it from him until after the games.”

“The games? What if the doctor informs him?…” We were talking in hushed tones. Well, that was useless, as their senses were triple that of an average werewolf. I could swear with my life he was hearing everything.

Abby sat up to give the doctor a small smile. “Doctor Philips, I will like for this to be kept between us, for now. Can you do that for me?” She narrowed her eyes at him. When I glanced at the Doctor, he had an odd expression and his pallor altered to white.

“Yes, Princess,” he quickly agreed. “Whatever you say.”

“Good.” Abby picked her bag from his desk and tugged my hand to stand. She opened the bag and pulled out a napkin which she handed to me to wipe my face. “We will discuss more about this, Doctor Phillips. Don’t forget you owe me.” She winked at him as we left the office.

“I’m scared, Abby.” I went ahead to say as we reached the hospital’s hallways, resolving to neglect the peculiar scene I witnessed between her and the doctor. I knew there was something that must have transpired between them, seeing as he readily agreed to her demand.

“Don’t be, Gwen. You are fine. Perhaps, it’s because you are too anxious and looking forward to it that’s why.” We rounded a corner that confronted the reception door and walked faster. “You need to relax.”

“You won’t understand.” By now I had gotten a grip on myself but my eyes were still red. “Ashton keeps repeating to me each time we… we do the thing. He keeps talking about an heir. Now, now, I feel like a total failure. I can’t even give him this one thing he yearns for. What kind of Queen am I?”

“You are a good Queen, Gwen, stop all the undue theatrics. Ashton isn’t much of a pup person and yes, this Kingdom needs an heir but the responsibility of making one falls on you two. You have to remember that.” We busted outside and waited as the silver BMW approached from the left side.

My inside was in an uproar because tonight if Ashton comes to me like he does every other night, I don’t know how I will look at him knowing I was the reason why we haven’t formed a pup yet.

If only he would give me a break. With the way he fucks me these days, I can’t help but wonder if this is still all about making a pup.

“What about the new guy?” She bumped my shoulder to gain back my attention. She stepped onwards as the car doors swung open to let us in. I was the first to go in and then she entered and closed the door hence the car drove away.

“He is adjusting very fast and he isn’t much of a disturbance for a newbie.” I honestly said, sighing back against the leather couch. Tyler has been a good friend. This past week, we have trained endlessly and for once since I came here, I feel like I have another Julian with me. Even if we weren’t romantic.

I think he likes some palace girl. He keeps including her in our daily discussions. It’s more like an obsession. And the funniest part was that the girl he likes doesn’t even know as he hasn’t spoken to her. She was a salutary.

I find it weird.

“Ashton says he is excellent with the rapier and has top-notch defence skills,” confided Abby, slouched against the couch like me. “He is thinking of replacing Alexander, the pack’s chief of warriors.”

“What!” I twisted on the seat. “He didn’t tell me. Why will he do that?”

“Alexander has been faulting lately. More like he has been distracted with something.”

“But, I’ve seen him fight, he isn’t that bad.”

“He was once the best hand here after the King, his Beta and Delta.” She chuckled softly, recollecting something. “Merit hates him.”

“Why?”

“She hates anyone who challenges her capabilities as the best Delta female.”

I rolled my eyes in pure jealousy. “She wants to remain close to my mate like some fucken leech.”

Abby spared me an amusing look and snickered. “Ashton doesn’t notice her. Don’t worry.”

I wish.

He took her for some gutsy getaway during our ‘supposed’ honeymoon and she said he doesn’t notice her. A lie for the blind. “I really don’t want to care, Abby. I have to make an effort to produce an heir so your brother doesn’t… fling me out of the palace. I have nowhere to go.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“He would never do that.” She brushed my shoulders lightly. “Trust me.”

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