The Rejected Luna's Secret Alpha

Chapter 12

The medical wing occupied the western side of the mansion.

Unlike the rest of the estate, it felt quiet and practical. White stone walls, narrow examination rooms, and shelves filled with glass containers replaced the grand portraits and expensive furniture.

The physician introduced himself as Dr. Elias Mercer. He was a middle aged man with silver threaded hair and the tired expression of someone who had spent too many nights dealing with supernatural emergencies.

He examined my wrist first.

Then my eyes.

Then the strange pulse he claimed he could feel beneath my skin.

Finally, he stepped back and removed his glasses.

“I have never encountered anything quite like this.”

I folded my arms.

“That seems to be everyone’s favorite sentence.”

Dr. Mercer glanced at Xavier.

“I would like to speak with you privately, Your Majesty.”

“No,” I interrupted.

Both men looked at me.

“If you’re discussing my body, my blood, or whatever is happening to me, I want to hear it.”

Xavier studied me for a moment.

Then he nodded.

“Speak.”

The physician returned his attention to me.

“Your blood carries traces of an extremely old magical signature. It doesn’t behave like ordinary werewolf magic, and it doesn’t appear to originate from a conventional Lycan lineage.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means your condition cannot be explained by our current understanding of supernatural biology.”

I stared at him.

“So I’m some kind of experiment?”

“No,” Xavier said immediately.

The certainty in his voice made me turn toward him.

He stood beside the examination table, his arms crossed over his chest.

“You are not an experiment, Freya.”

Something about the way he said it made my throat tighten.

I looked away before he could notice.

Dr. Mercer cleared his throat.

“There is something else. When your power manifested in the reception hall, the energy affected every wolf present. Yet the king was the only person who remained standing.”

“Why?” I asked.

The physician hesitated.

“That is what concerns me.”

Xavier’s expression darkened.

“Explain.”

“The reaction was similar to an ancient recognition ritual. The wolves responded to Freya’s power instinctively, but Your Majesty’s magic responded to it rather than submitting to it.”

I glanced between them.

“Could someone please translate that into normal language?”

Dr. Mercer took a breath.

“Your powers recognized each other.”

I looked at Xavier’s wrist.

The golden symbol had disappeared, but I could still remember the way it had glowed against his skin.

“What does that mean for us?”

“Nothing conclusive,” the physician replied. “It could be an ancient magical connection. It could be the result of your awakening. We need more evidence before drawing conclusions.”

For the first time since entering the room, Xavier looked back at me, his expression unreadable, holding a quiet intensity that left me breathless.