Free Web NovelChapter 243: Chapter 243 The Check-Up
Elara
I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.
A month after New Year’s, I went back to Dr. Hayes for another check. Still nothing. No positive test. No second line. Just the same blank result staring back at me.
That night, I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Dominic scroll through his phone. I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
"Babe," I finally said. "Can we call Dr. Hayes tomorrow? Together?"
His head snapped up. Hope lit up his amber eyes. "You’re pregnant?"
"No. I just think we should both get checked out."
The light in his face died. He set his phone down slowly. I could see the gears turning behind his eyes. He was too smart not to catch on.
"Don’t worry about it," he said, his voice too steady. "Let it happen naturally. You’re young. Your body’s fine."
I know my body’s fine. That’s the problem. I’m starting to think maybe his isn’t. And for an Alpha King who can’t sire pups? That’s not just a medical issue. That’s a pack issue.
"I just want us both to get tested," I said carefully. "So we have peace of mind. If something’s wrong, we deal with it early."
Dominic studied me for a long moment. His expression was unreadable. That wall he puts up when he doesn’t want me to see inside his head.
But he didn’t argue.
"Alright," he said quietly. "If that’s what you want."
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The next morning, Dr. Hayes came to the house.
No waiting room. No plastic chairs. No signing in at the front desk. When you’re the Alpha King, doctors come to you.
"Alpha. Luna."
We sat in the living room. Dominic on the couch next to me, one arm draped over the back. Looking relaxed. Looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.
Dr. Hayes ran the tests in our guest bedroom. Took blood. Asked questions. Did all the things human doctors do, but with a quiet professionalism that came from decades of serving pack families.
Then we waited.
She came back out an hour later with a tablet in her hands. She sat down across from us and looked at the screen.
"You’re both perfectly healthy," she said. "Alpha, your sperm motility is excellent. Well above average. Luna, your hormone levels are right where they should be. There’s no medical reason you shouldn’t be able to conceive."
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. My shoulders dropped. The knot in my chest started to loosen.
"Sometimes," Dr. Hayes continued, "stress and anxiety can affect fertility more than people realize. Especially for our kind. Your body knows when your mind isn’t at peace. My advice? Stop worrying. Let it happen naturally. And don’t call me for more tests unless something changes. You’re both fine." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
"Again?"
Dominic’s voice cut through the room. Low. Quiet. Sharp.
Dr. Hayes blinked. "I’m sorry?"
Dominic turned his head and looked at me. Slow. Careful. His amber eyes locked onto mine. "She said again. Which means my Luna already called you. Without me."
Oh no.
Dr. Hayes looked between us. She knew better than to get between the Alpha King and his mate.
But she also wasn’t stupid. "Yes, Alpha. Luna called me a few days ago for a full workup. Everything was normal then, too."
I wanted to disappear into the couch.
Dominic leaned back. Crossed his arms. A slow smile spread across his face. It was not a nice smile. "I see."
"Thank you, Dr. Hayes," he said smoothly. "That will be all."
Dr. Hayes nodded, packed up her things, and got out of there fast.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Dominic turned to me. That smile was still there. "So. You thought I was the problem."
"I didn’t—"
"You thought your Alpha couldn’t do his job." He shifted closer. His body heat wrapped around me. "That I couldn’t give you a pup."
My face was on fire. "That’s not what I meant."
"No?" He reached out and held my chin. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. "Then what did you mean, Luna?"
I swallowed. "I just wanted to be sure. That’s all. I didn’t want to put pressure on you."
He leaned in close. His breath was warm against my ear. "Well, now we know. But I think I need to prove it to you anyway. Just so there’s no confusion."
My heart was pounding.
"Dominic—"
"Today," he whispered. "I’m going to make sure you never doubt me again."
His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. He yanked me off the couch and spun me around. My palms hit the armrest. Hard.
"Don’t move."
Before I could breathe, he yanked my shorts down. They tore at the seams. My underwear went with them. The cold air hit my bare ass.
"You want to know if I can give you a pup?" His voice was rough. Raw. "I’ll show you right now."
He kicked my feet apart. One hand pressed into the small of my back, arching me over the armrest. The other hand grabbed his cock. I heard him spit. Felt the wet sound of him stroking himself.
Then he shoved in.
No warning. No slow tease. Just one hard, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt inside me. I screamed. Not from pain. From the shock of being so full so fast.
He didn’t stop. He pulled out and slammed back in. Harder. Faster. His hips slapped against my ass. The couch creaked underneath us.
His hand tightened on my throat and his other arm wrapped around my waist, palm flat against my lower stomach. I could feel him still inside me. Hard. Deep.
"You feel that?" His lips brushed my ear, his voice low and rough. "Right there. That’s where I filled you up."
I couldn’t answer. Could barely breathe.
He pressed down on my stomach. Slowly. I felt it—the wet sound every time he moved. Thick. Messy.
"Listen," he said, laughing under his breath. "Listen to how tight you’re holding me. How fucking wet you are."
My face burned. "Would you stop—"
"Stop what?" He thrust up hard. Hard enough to knock the air out of me. "Stop reminding you that your little pussy’s full of my cum? That you haven’t leaked a single drop?"
I bit my lip. A moan slipped out anyway. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"While you were sneaking around behind my back, going to Dr. Hayes," he said, slowing down. Each thrust bottomed out, held for a second, then pulled back slow. "Did you think about what would happen when you got home?"
"...No."
"Liar." He laughed again. His thumb found my clit and pressed. Just right. "You knew. The second you walked into my study wearing those jeans, I knew. You were walking with your thighs pressed together."
I closed my eyes. He was right. He was always right.
His hand slid off my throat and caught my wrist. He guided my hand down between my legs, made me touch where we were connected. Wet. Hot. He was still inside me.
"Feel that?" His voice was hoarse. "That’s your husband."
My fingers brushed his shaft. My own swollen lips. The slick mess between us. I gasped.
He started moving again. Faster. Harder.
"I’m gonna cum one more time," he said, biting my earlobe. "And I’m gonna keep going until I’m dripping out of you."
