REJECTED FOR BEING FAT, WANTED BY BOTH

still a virgin

"I'm not sick," I said again through gritted teeth. "And I'm not carrying anyone's heir."

The healer's eyes narrowed. "You don't have a choice, girl. Now sit, or I'll have the guards hold you down."

The guards had remained by the door, their arms crossed, watching me with cold amusement. I knew they would enjoy watching me be forced into submission.

Slowly I moved to the cot and sat down. The mattress was thin and lumpy, the fabric scratchy against my legs. The healer approached with a bowl of water and a cloth, setting them on a nearby stool before reaching for my arm.

"Stay still," she commanded, her fingers pressing against my wrist. Her touch was clinical. She counted my pulse, her lips moving silently, then pressed her palm flat against my forehead.

"Feverish," she muttered. "Malnourished. When was your last meal?"

"I don't remember", I shrugged.

Without replying me, she pried open my mouth to check my teeth, ran gloved fingers through my matted hair, drew vial after vial of blood from the crook of my elbow until my arm felt bruised and cold. She listened to my heart, my lungs, pressed her palm to my abdomen, then stared at my face.

“Wolf assessment next,” she said, stripping her gloves. “I need you to shift. Partial is fine. Just enough to check vitality.” She added but I didn’t bother responding her. I only glared at her and refused. The healer exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose then noted it on her clipboard.

"Spread your legs", She spoke as she moved towards my legs. "Not in front of them", I hissed.

The healer's eyes flicked to the guards, then back to me. She held my gaze for a moment, before she straightened and addressed them. "You two, outside. I can't work with an audience."

"The Alpha said we don't leave her alone." The guard on the left sneered.

"The Alpha said to have her examined," the healer shot back. "He didn't say you get to watch. Now get out, or I'll tell him you interfered with my assessment and delayed his report. We all know how impatient he is."

The guards exchanged a glance. For a moment, I thought they'd refuse, but with a grumble, they shuffled out, pulling the door shut behind them.

"When was your last heat?", The healer asked as soon as I spread my legs. I swallowed hard. "I don't remember. A year? Maybe more. They've been irregular".

She hummed, a thoughtful sound, as she adjusted the speculum and peered closer. I stared at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the wooden beams, trying to detach myself from what was happening. My cheeks burned, but I refused to let the shame consume me.

The cold metal of the speculum slid inside me without warning. I flinched, fingers digging into the edges of the examination bench until my knuckles bleached white. There was no gentleness as she prodded and measured the size of my cunt. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

Out of nowhere, the door banged open.

My pulse slammed into overdrive as the scent hit first and my body reacted before my mind could catch up. Every muscle locked and my breath caught in my throat like a broken glass.

Alpha Alexander stepped inside and I froze more.

What was he doing here? Why was he here?

“Stop the checking,” he said instantly.

The healer flinched so hard the speculum clattered against the metal tray. Her hands froze mid-motion, still positioned between my spread thighs and the instrument remained inside me cold, invasive and humiliating.

“Is she still a virgin?” Alexander asked, voice flat and cold.

“Can she still conceive?”, Before she could respond, he went on. My breath hitched, chest tightening as if an invisible hand had closed around my lungs. He didn’t want me at all but he wanted the heir so soon. The humiliation still bled fresh in my soul, and he was already planning how soon he could fill me with his seed.

“Alpha, I… I haven’t gotten her full history yet.” The healer swallowed audibly.

“Get it. Right now.” His tone left no room for hesitation. The healer fumbled with her clipboard, papers rustling in her shaking grip. She turned to me, eyes skittering away from mine. “Have you ever been pregnant before?” She asked me.

“No,” I said through clenched teeth and my brows furrowed. She’d already seen everything down there, how could she even ask?

"Answer the Alpha," the healer whispered urgently, still not meeting my eyes. "Have you ever been with a male? Any male?"

"No," I bit out, my voice sharp with humiliation and rage. "I've never... I'm still a virgin. Not that it's any of your business." I added. Alpha Alexander clenched his jaw at my response but he let it slide.

The questions kept coming.

They dragged on for the next minutes. One after another.

Any chronic conditions in the bloodline? Date of my last heat? Regularity of my cycles? Alcohol? Smoke? Any herbs, potions, suppressants? Had I ever taken moonroot to prevent conception?

Each answer felt like peeling off another layer of skin. Vulnerabilities I’d guarded my whole life handed over on a silver platter. Things no one had ever asked me before were now being taken out of me.

The healer finally stepped back, withdrawing the speculum. I hissed at the sudden emptiness and the sting. She tucked the instrument away and gathered her notes.

“Well, everything appears clear,” she said, directing her report to Alpha Alexander instead of me. “We will wait for the blood results to confirm she’s perfectly healthy. No diseases in the family line that I can see.” She paused, glancing at me. “Although, she's also malnourished, Alpha," the healer interjected, her voice steadier now. "Her wolf is dormant. Weak. If you attempt to breed her now, the chances of conception are low, and the pregnancy would likely fail. She needs time to regain her strength."

Alexander's eyes narrowed. "How much time?"

"At least a moon cycle. Maybe two. She needs to gain weight, and we need to coax her wolf out of dormancy. Without her wolf, she can't carry a pup to term. The stress would kill both her and the child."

A muscle twitched in Alexander's jaw. I could see the war raging behind his eyes, his desire to have an heir immediately clashing with the cold practicality of the healer's words.

"Two months," he repeated angrily "You're telling me I have to wait two months."

"I'm telling you that if you want a healthy heir, you need to be patient." The healer finally met my eyes. "She's young. Her body can recover. But not overnight."

Alexander was silent for a long moment. The tension in the room was suffocating,

"I don't care" Alexander finally spoke, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the room. "She is going to give birth. To my heir. And I'm not waiting two months for something that doesn't appetize me, the earlier the better. Finish the examination then send her to my quarters". He instructed as the healer listened attentively.

His gaze swept over my naked, trembling form one last time, lingering on the spread of my thighs, my uncovered private parts and disgust formed on his face. "And clean yourself up. I don't want to smell that rotten stench on you when I see you next." His words were humiliating.

"No..." I suddenly hissed out. "I didn't ask for your opinion." His cold voice cut me off mid-sentence then before I could respond, he left as abruptly as he had arrived, the door slamming shut behind him. The sound echoed through the small cottage, rattling the jars on the shelves. The healer gave me a sad, pitying smile but I glared back at her until she looked away.

"Everything is now done", She wrapped up everything quickly. "The Alpha wants you in his quarters," she continued, still not looking at me. "I heard him," I bit out angrily as I stood up. The instant I sat up, the guards who were waiting for me with their expressions bored walked towards me. They didn't speak as they fell into step beside me, leading me through the winding corridors to the Alpha's quarters.

I ignored them, my mind racing. Two months. I had two months to find a way out of this nightmare. To find a way to break the bond, to escape, to reclaim my life. It wasn't much time, but it was enough.

I would make it enough.