Alpha Leo's Contract Luna

Flora’s POV: Sitting before Dr. Mira, my fingers clenched tightly around the crumpled edge of the result sheet. The paper was trembling. Or maybe it was just me. I couldn’t tell anymore. The words were printed clearly, mockingly so. NEGATIVE. Just one word. One tiny, cold word that shattered the hope I had been clinging to for weeks. Dr. Mira sat across from me, her expression filled with pity. Like she was looking at someone on the verge of a breakdown. And maybe I was. "I'm sorry, Luna Flora," She said softly, folding her hands over her clipboard. "But you're not pregnant." I swallowed hard. "There must be a mistake. I... I’ve missed two periods. I’ve been nauseous. I thought..." She gave me a sympathetic smile, the kind that felt more like pity than comfort. "Your symptoms are due to a hormonal imbalance. Likely PCOS. We’ve run a full body scan, and the results showed that your body has been under a lot of stress lately. I strongly advise that you start treatment immediately, before it gets worse." PCOS. I’d read about it. Irregular cycles, infertility, and hormonal chaos. All the things a Luna—an Alpha’s mate—was never supposed to deal with. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from crying. I suddenly remembered the first time Valen called me “his Luna.” How proud I felt, how certain I was that together, we’d lead the Pack into something better. I thought my strength was enough, I never imagined that my worth would come down to a womb that refused to cooperate. They don’t care that I know every law, every strategic formation. They don’t care that I’ve mediated rogue negotiations or resolved three land disputes. They only whisper about the barren Luna. About the Luna who can’t give her Alpha an heir. And still, I told myself—one day. But not today. I blinked back the burn behind my eyes and stood. If I didn’t leave now, I might never stop crying. “I see.” I murmured, stuffing the result into my bag like it was something shameful. “Thank you, Doctor.” She hesitated, reaching out as if she wanted to say more. But I’d already stood up. I couldn’t take another apology. I needed air. I left the hospital in a daze, my feet moving on autopilot as I climbed into my car. My hands trembled on the steering wheel. For weeks, I’d allowed myself to hope. Just a little. Just enough to dream about Valen holding a baby that looked like both of us. About being enough. And now—nothing. I didn't even tell Valen that I was getting tested. I wanted it to be a surprise. A gift to remind him why we started all this. Why we still mattered. Because things… haven't been right between us for a while. Not since the Council started whispering about succession. Not since the Elders reminded him that an Alpha needed an heir, and Luna or not, I hadn't given him one. It wasn’t like he’d ever said anything cruel. Valen wasn’t that kind of man. He didn’t pressure me. Not openly, anyway. But the distance between us had grown longer. He slept in the study more often than our bed. And when he did come to me, it was... Distant. Still, I thought a baby might change things. Foolish, I know. I was supposed to be the Luna. The one who always held her head high, even when the whispers got ugly. Even when they said I should never have been given the title. That I was just a placeholder until Valen found someone more capable—someone more fertile. And now? Now I was being judged for the one thing I couldn't give him. A child. By the time I pulled up in front of the Packhouse, the sun had dipped low. I didn't go looking for Valen because I couldn't afford to face him. Instead, I made my way toward Bailey’s wing of the house. When I reached her door, it was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open fully. "Bai? You home?" And that’s when my world ended. The room smelled like sweat and s*x. My heart stopped. There—on her bed—was Valen. Naked. On top of Who? I couldn’t move, and neither could I breathe. I didn’t want to believe it was her beneath him—not until I heard her voice, whisper. “Go faster, Valen. Please.” Even then, some part of me clung to denial. Until his response came. “Oh, Bailey.” And then came the sounds. Their breathing, the shift of sheets, the moans. But everything inside me went completely, and utterly silent. All I could see was her hand tangled in his hair, the way her legs wrapped around his waist. Why Valen? Of all people… Why did it have to be my sister?