Your Wife.

As Damon came out in the light, Lyla pushed him off. "Don't call me that." Damon backed off without any further argument, but the smug on his face was still there.

He rolled up his sleeves, as he continued, "You might have the strength and techniques, but your reflexes are slower than a turtle...Miss,."

Lyla shot him a glare as he again teased her by that name.

As he stepped away from her, he turned in my direction, "Luna, the doctor is here to examine you." 

I blinked, still in the middle of processing his words, when completed, "Alpha is asking for your presence this instant."

My heart skipped a beat, as the last night's memories flashed in front of my eyes. I gritted my teeth as I tried to compose my stature.

I looked down knowing my expression would not match the reaction they all expected. I took a deep breath, as the fabric in my fist got crumbled. 

Taking a deep breath, I lifted my face and answered with a polite smile plastered on my face.

"Okay, Damon," I turned to the other girls, " You all can go ahead. I will join you later."

As I stated, both Kira and Mira bowed to me while Lyla was still throwing daggers in Damon's direction. Damon surely ignored her anger and walked, leading me towards another corridor.

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Damien~

I stood in the corner as the doctor examined her. My eyes never left her face, watching every flicker of emotion that passed through her features. She kept avoiding my gaze, pretending to avert her attention everywhere but me. I could sense the tension between us. She was still unsettled from last night.

Why did she have to be so intrusive?

If only she had stayed within her boundaries, I wouldn't have reacted that way. When I talked to him about it, he, of course, disagreed. He blamed me saying it was my fault, that I had gone too far. Talking to him felt like arguing with a child. He had known me for years, yet he still took her side.

My eyes drifted back to her. The doctor was checking her pulse, as she watched every movement with her curious doe eyes, like a child trying to understand a world she didn't belong to.

When the examination was over, the doctor stood up and turned to me. "Alpha."

She wanted to talk. I could see it in her eyes. Without a word, I led the way to another room and locked the door behind us not before throwing a glance at Selene. As our gazes met, she hastily looked away, refusing to meet my gaze. I closed my eyes for a brief moment before I turned to the doctor.

I gestured for her to speak.

"Alpha, to be honest… I don't think she is fit enough to bear your child."

The air grew heavy. I narrowed my eyes, "Explain", my voice sharper than I intended. She hesitated.

"She's too weak to carry a werewolf's baby, let alone a Lycan one," she continued as she wiped off the sweat from her forehead.

I stepped closer, my gaze locked on hers. She didn't move, but I saw the flicker of fear in her eyes. I knew that look well to not recognize it.

"I don't need excuses. I need a solution, doctor," I warned, my voice low and deliberate. She better has that damn solution, or I'll personally make sure she regrets it..

She swallowed hard, pausing before she answered, "She needs care. Her stress level is dangerously high...it could be risky…"

"Doctor." My voice was sharper this time. This was the last time I put up with her nonsense.

She quickly continued, "She needs proper meals, rest, and a stress-free environment."

"Anything else?" I prompted, watching her hesitation.

She took a deep breath before adding, "Since her cycle has just passed, the chances of pregnancy are better now."

I gave a slight nod. "You may leave." She didn't waste a second, practically running out of the room.

Fear. It was something I was used to. People feared me, and rightly so. No werewolf or Lycan would dare cross me...or worse, lay a hand on what was mine.

Damon then entered, shutting the door behind him. "What did the doctor say?"

I repeated the information without much thought. He sighed, shaking his head. "I told you. She's too weak and scared."

Annoyance creeped inside me. "So? Do you expect me to coddle her like a child?" My voice came sharper than I intended it to be.

Damon frowned but remained calm. "As your consigliere, it's my duty to tell you what's right and what's wrong."

"But the final decision is mine," I cut in.

He exhaled, "I know. I won't force you to do anything. But if we push her too far in this state, we might risk everything. We can't afford to jeopardize our entire plan over a rushed decision."

I knew what he was implying, but it didn't sit well with me. "I'll give her every luxury she's never had in her life."

Damon's lips pressed into a thin line. "If luxury could make her happy, she wouldn't have been so miserable before."

His words struck something in me. I recalled the first time I saw her—the loneliness in her eyes, the weight of sorrow she carried all alone. She hadn't chosen this life but was dragged into it. But that was her mistake. She was that mutt's wife.

If things had been different, if she had met me under other circumstances, maybe she wouldn't have been so broken. But it didn't matter now. She was my wife. And she would stay in Silver Night until her last breath.

"Then what do you want me to do?" I asked, frustration creeping into my tone.

"Spend time with her," Damon said simply as it was a peace of cake. "You're the one who brought her here. Make her feel safe, let her be herself, get open to you."

"You're asking for the impossible, Damon." I clenched my jaw, turning away. "The only thing I know is how to kill. Negotiation and playing nice, that's your job, not mine."

He didn't back down. "I know my role very well. And I can make her feel comfortable which I already am doing."

"Then it's settled." I turned to leaving no space for further arguement.

Just as I reached the door, his voice stopped me. "But she's not my wife. She's yours."