I slammed my fist against the wooden table. The sound echoed in the quiet room.
''WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S NOT PREGNANT YET?!'' I shouted in rage, as Carol trembled beside me, and clutched her empty stomach. I turned to the doctor, my eyes blazing. ''We've been together through every heat. It's been months!''
The doctor shifted his gaze to the floor, clearly uncomfortable. ''I'm sorry, Alpha. But the Luna isn't pregnant.''
His words hit me like a slap. Why wasn't she pregnant yet? Was it because she was a chosen mate and not a true one? Was the Goddess punishing me for rejecting that b*tch Cassia? Without an heir, my leadership was in question.
''Uncle's son just has a boy,'' My Lycan Kor reminded me. ''If we can't secure an heir, the elders will demand we step down and give the throne
