The Alpha's Secret Heir Chapter 2

Ten years ago, the Blackwood family faced a crisis. To break up with him, I got rid of our first pup.

Later, he rebuilt his empire, reclaimed his title as the Wolf King, and trapped me in a marriage contract, claiming I owed him a life.

Male Omegas are supposed to be fertile.

But to get pregnant, I visited every specialist hospital and took every bitter medicine meant to condition the reproductive cavity.

During every heat, ovulation shots were stabbed into the area around my gland. I was in so much pain I couldn't sleep, covered in cold sweat, yet I still had to crawl up and wash myself clean.

Because Dominic has mysophobia.

For five years, I heard relatives whisper that I was a useless wolf who couldn't produce an heir.

I bore it all in silence, thinking it was my fault.

I thought it was karma for my past decision.

I told myself that once I had a child, I would leave this oppressive mansion.

Just as Dominic said.

We would be even.

As the family Alpha, he was always busy.

I had to calculate my heat cycles while avoiding conflicts with his schedule.

The current Alpha was nothing like the boy who used to need to tangle with me for seven days and nights to survive his rut.

He was cold, abstinent, and no longer interested in intimacy.

I was the one who had to double my efforts to spark his interest.

Lingerie, role-play...

But his reaction was always cold.

And that look he gave me, scanning me up and down.

It made me feel humiliated, body and soul.

After years of no results, I naturally suspected Dominic might be the problem.

That was in the third year of our marriage.

I hesitantly asked his assistant to check his past medical records.

The next day at the breakfast table, Dominic threw two fresh medical reports at me.

The Alpha's report was spotless. His indicators were perfect; his genes were powerful.

Mine, on the other hand, stated clearly in black and white:

Thin reproductive cavity wall. Fertilized eggs difficult to implant.

What did he say back then?

Oh, right. He looked at me coldly, like he was watching a clumsy clown.

"Luca, you know exactly where the problem lies, don't you?"

How could someone who had secretly gone to an underground clinic for that traumatic procedure accuse him?

I still remember how my face went pale with shame.

But now.

He tells me he was sterilized the whole time.

Then what were those five years of ridicule, torture, and injections for?