The Infertile Luna’s Revenge and the Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 37

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor as the physician burst. into Alpha Caleb‘ s office, his face pale. and troubled. His usual composure was nowhere to be found, and his hands trembled as he clutched a stack of papers. Caleb, seated behind his desk, looked up from his thoughts, his brow furrowing at the sudden intrusion. He had been broken. after what happened between him and Marissa, but there seemed to be another problem.

“Doctor Langston, what’s going on?” Caleb’s voice was firm, though there was a subtle tension in his shoulders.

The physician, a middle–aged man with graying hair and steady hands, didn’t waste any time. He was shaking with unease as he placed the papers on Caleb’s desk. “Alpha Caleb,” he began, his voice low but urgent. “I’ve just completed your overall health examination following the recent rogue attack. There’s something I need to tell you immediately. It‘ s… it‘ s about your health.”

Caleb’s eyes narrowed as a sense of foreboding gripped him. “What is it?” he demanded.

The physician took a deep breath before speaking, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Alpha, I’m afraid… you‘ re infertile.”

The room went silent, the weight of the physician’s words sinking in. Caleb blinked, his mind struggling to comprehend what he had just heard. Infertile? It was impossible. He had been healthy, strong, and fit to lead his pack–so how could this be?

“I don‘ t-” Caleb began, his voice. rising, but Doctor Langston interrupted.

“I know this is difficult to hear, but after thorough tests, I found that you have a condition that renders you unable to bear children. It’s not something that can be reversed.” He hesitated, his next words hanging heavy in the air. “It’s impossible for you to carry on your bloodline.”

Caleb’s world tilted. His chest tightened, and his breath caught in his throat as the implications hit him. His first thought was of Ivy, of the child she claimed to carry. His hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, his knuckles turning white as anger and confusion surged within him.

Without thinking, he stood up, the papers on the desk scattering to the ground. “This… this can’t be right,” Caleb growled, his voice sharp. “If I can’t have children, then… then how the hell is Ivy pregnant with my child?”

The physician’s face softened with sympathy, but there was nothing he could say to ease the truth. He shook his head slowly. “That’s what I came to tell you. The child she’s carrying… it may not be yours.

Caleb’s heart pounded, his mind reeling. This wasn’t possible. Ivy had been his chosen breeder, the one he had hoped to share his bloodline with since he thought Marissa could not bear his child. But now… the truth was too much to ignore. Rage surged through him, clouding his judgment as he stormed out of his office and into the pack’s main hall.

Ivy was standing near the entrance, her eyes full of hope as she greeted him, the moment she saw his face, but the brightness dimmed. She noticed his fists were clenched, his jaw rigid, and something was wrong.

“I–I’ve just come from the physician‘ s office. Alpha, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice shaky with uncertainty.

“Don’t lie to me, Ivy!” Caleb’s voice. cracked as he snapped, his eyes burning with fury. “Who is the father of your child?”