Page 207 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“Little Wolf, I’m sorry you were not conscious enough to understand what was going on or control it, and you can be mad at us as long as you live, but we both know you would die otherwise, and I won’t let that happen.”

I shake my head again, even if I know he’s right.

“Alpha,” the Doctor moves the screen to show him the black and grey image. “It’s…”

I’m not an ultrasonogram specialist or any kind of health worker, and it is a grainy gray blurp, but even I know it doesn’t look good. These lines?

“What is it?”

“That’s, um, scar tissue. It’s everywhere in the lower abdomen.”

Scar? On a werewolf? In—I mean… but…

“I wasn’t stabbed that many times.”

The doctor looks at me with a blank expression, and I can see with peripheral vision that Cain starts to massage his temples. Beta looks at me unamused.

“What did you do again?” he asks.

I already know they had no idea about me being stabbed at all.

“I alwaysquickly close the wounds on the battlefield if I don’t have time to heal completely, that’s why I am able to have such great stats.”

“Again, Luna, cool trick, but please.Don’t.” The doctor continues smearing me with a cold gel and showing all the scar tissue to Cain.

I’m distracted by Beta’s low growl, though.

“That selective crap again,” he mutters, probably jealous that I can do that. Not many wolves could.

I elongate only one nail into the claw and show him on my middle finger.

He looks unamused, but then he sighs, “Damn it, that was good.”

“Sorry, Doctor,” I apologize for my unprincess-like behavior.

“I need to have a better view of your uterus. I can’t see anything, especially when your bladder isn’t full.”

“Fine,” I say and start undressing in front of them because one of them is a doctor, one is my husband and one is gay—and I strongly believe any guy who is grossed-out by blooded pads deserves to look at them anyway.

“So, what do we do with all that scar tissue everywhere?” I hear Cain asking as I lay there with closed eyes, trying to process everything that we just saw.

It's one thing to think you don’t deserve to have any more pups, and completely different to hear your uterus is a shredded, unhealable mess.

Even with your supernatural healing powers.

This whole time, I thought I waschoosingto not heal myself completely, and now… it turns out to be impossible anyway.

It hurts a million times worse than any bleeding out to death ever could.

Chapter 55 – Numbness

I’m not sure what happened after the Doctor left, or even before that. The next thing I know is Claudia coming one day later with a tray of food and thanks for the rescue.

It started many other visits both from her and Atlas who is cheerful but uncomfortable, and from Beta who is comfortable but grumpy. They always come with food, but I can barely eat. What’s the point?

It’s not their visits that keep me alive. It’s Cain's stubborn nature.

The whole month or so is all a blur of Cain holding me at night, trying to take me out of bed during days, or to shift—before the Doctor prohibits that when we realize it causes more harm than good by tearing the scars afresh. I swear if not for Cain’s obsession with giving me these weird baths I probably would stop washing at all. What’s the point?

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