Page 218 of Rogue Alpha Prince

I look at him expectantly.

“You can tell that by the thickness of my uterus walls or…?” I inquire when he doesn’t say anything more and I’m curious because I like little science fun facts like this.

He turns the monitor so I could see the screen.

“That too, but also by the size of this little peanut.”

I look blankly at the greyish-white-and-black blob that he is showing me. My mom has a whole wall of these kinds of pictures printed with her name and the week and day of the pregnancy, so I know what I’m looking at right now, but it doesn’t mean I accept it.

“No,” I shake my head in complete denial but unable to look away.

Am I healed?When did that… Oh. When I was showing off my skills to Cain? That’s why I stopped bleeding around then?

“That’s baby A,” he starts changing the images but my brain already stopped working because of the term he just used, which I know all too well too. It means there’s another one! “And that’s baby B. It looks like he is sharing the placenta with baby C, so they are identical, um, but they have separate sacs, fortunately. The resolution on this thing is a chef kiss, but you still have to come back in a few weeks so I can confirm that they are mono-di when the placenta is more developed. They still have yolk sacs now. Um, you don’t have fraternal twins running in the royal family, do you? Baby A could still be identical, though. The cell could divide in the first two days after insemination before one of them divided again later, resulting in a shared placenta… We could check that if you would want to know if they are all identical… I’m sure Alpha would approve that for his Luna. We can’t do amniocentesis because there is no werewolf doctor specializing in them. I already checked when we had one fetus with worrisome measurements two years ago and wanted to be more prepared with its needs, and we… we already know you can’t go to the regular human specialist after we saw what happens with your body even when your wolf is dormant… Anyway, I think we could check that with a blood DNA test that is popular now in the human world, at least I read it is. We would have to get your blood sample after week eight if I remember correctly, and send it to… Um, you are five weeks pregnant now, by the way, congratulations, Luna. Um, Luna?”

A, B, and… C?! Triplets, fucking triplets?!I look at what the doctor is showing me while blabbering. I see it, but I can’t comprehend it.

I can’t have pups! I mean… If I can love Rogue Alpha Prince I can love anyone, but I can’t have three pups when Rogue King only waits for them to get ripe enough to kill each other. I can’t have three pups when I already know two of them will be killed and the one left broken. Maybe Cain is not broken, but our pup would be. He was raised by the cold Rogue King, and they would be raised by us… with love.

I drag my eyes forcefully from the images of three blobs to the doctor's face when he waits for my reaction. I clear my throat.

“What happened with that baby you were worried about?”

He looks at me weirdly before slowly answering that it was fine and healthy after all, and takes the sonogram prob off me.

“I think I’ll let you deliver them naturally. You are a royal alpha-blooded werewolf, after all. I would just have to double-check when the shared placenta stops working properly because I’m sure I read that it happens a few weeks earlier than normal…”

I know they probably never have to do any c-sections here, butam I a fucking experiment to him?!I was too little to remember when my mom was pregnant with my twin sisters. Still, I do remember everything my human friend grumbled about after herweeklyappointments in ahigh-riskpregnancy clinic she was forced to go toonlybecause of her twins’ shared placenta. They kept telling her how the babies would have to be born before the thirty-seventh week because of that placenta, how they could be too small to react properly to inducing labor even if everything else would allow her a vaginal one—how they would have to be both head down and the chances for that are low, how they would have to be the same size, and all the probability of twin to twin transfusion syndrome… I can omit how much higher than average her chances of getting diabetes and thyroid problems were…But he casually wants me to deliver triplets naturally?!

I bite my tongue because I’m pretty sure he’s the only doctor in the whole fucking pack, and I better be nice to him.

The doctor continues to mumble how he’s confident that with a part-Lycan DNA (I’m surprised Cain shared that information with him) allthreepups will definitely be healthy, and how he can manually rotate them during labor if they won’t be head down at that point… Like,excuse me, I had one friend that had her baby manually turned by the midwife, and afterward, she had fuckingbruisesall over her tummy!

He congratulates me again, and I nod my head, thank him, I think, and I mindlessly wipe all the sticky gel, trying not to lose it and bite his head off.

“It’s so Luna-like of you. All this information and your only concern was the health of that other pack member’s baby,” he adds with a smile while printing a picture from the sonogram machine.

Oh, I have concerns you moron, and maybe you shouldn’t have blabbered my ears off if you wanted me to answer anything, I think and immediately feel like Cain’s little spawns are already poisoning my mind with evilness.

I dress up again in all the clothes and gear I have, taking extra care with attaching Cain’s knives to my belt since I can’t shift now after all.I can’t shift.Mylegs feel weird and I feel so lightheaded that I’m not sure if I can even stand up straight without swaying.

“I must warn you, Luna, I’ll have to tell the Alpha if he commands me, so I advise you to—”

“I know,” I cut him off and I take a picture from his hand. I give it one short disbelieving glance. Somehow he managed to get an image of all three embryos at once.

Three!

What the fuck?! How is it… why… how…

But at the same time, deep in my bones, I know what I have to do. Because of course, I want them. I always wanted kids. I always thought I’d meet my perfect true mate and have his perfect babies until I met… The Rogue King. He’s the one that tarnished my dream.

I leave the hospital wing as quickly as possible without arousing any suspicion, and I don’t stop until I meet and grab Klara.

Moon Goddess, I’m sorry, but I need guidance from the God of Night this time...

Because when I said I would kill for my kids? I meant it.

Chapter 58 – SICK GAMES

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