Lucian
We made our way to the clinic quickly. I’d already told Austin to call ahead and have the doctor clear her schedule—Mara came first today.
I’d promised her we’d look into contraceptives. It wasn’t my ideal outcome—I wanted children with her. But I wanted it on her terms. I’d wait. No pressure, no guilt. Just love and respect, however long it took.
When we arrived, the nurse ushered us straight into the doctor’s office. Dr. Raina—a sharp-looking woman in her late forties with blonde hair pinned neatly at the back—greeted us with a formal smile.
“Alpha Nighthorn. Luna Mara. What do I owe this visit?” she asked, voice polished but distant.
“My wife just finished her first heat,” I said, and she raised a brow. Then, oddly enough, she smiled.
“Well done, Alpha,” she said, tone half
