hat was unexpected.”
Dominic squeezed my hand, a mixture of pride and amazement in his ryes. “That was… tin
“For both of us,” I admitted, my heart racing despite my outward calm. Tm not even sure where that came from.
“From the <b>Luna </b><b>you’re </b>bing,” he said simply.
The private clinic where Dr. Winters practiced was discreetly located in an exclusive area of the city. The waiting mom was empty when we arrived – Dominic’s appointments always ensuredplete privacy.
Dr. Winters greeted us with professional warmth, her scientific curiosity <b>barely </b>concealed behind her clinical demeanor. “Reba, Dominic
right on time. How are we feeling today?”
“Strong,” I answered honestly, “Better <b>than </b>I’ve ever felt, actually.”
<b>She </b>nodded, making notes on her tablet. “And the enhanced senses we discussedst time?”
“Continuing to develop,” <b>I </b><b>said</b>. “Hearing, smell, a sense <b>of </b>
of others
emotions especially Dominic’s.”
“Fascinating,” she murmured. <b>“</b><b>And </b>the mark? Any difort?”
I touched the spot on my <b>neck </b>that <b>had </b>started all this. “None. If anything, it feels… warm sometimes. Especially when Dominic is near.”
Dr. Winters led us to an examination room equipped with what looked like standard <b>medical </b>technology, though I suspected it was specialized for werewolf physiology. “Let’s do aplete check today – blood work, ultrasound<b>, </b>the works.”
us as well, his interest in
<b>I </b>settled onto the examination table while Dominic took <b>a </b>seat nearby, his presence reassuring. Alpha had joined us as his grandchild evident despite his attempt to maintain a dignified reserve.
The ultrasound confirmed what I’d suspected – we were <b>having </b>a boy. The image on the more developed than would be normal for a human pregnancy at this stage.
e screen showed a perfectly formed little figure.
“He’s strong,” Dr. Winters confirmed, smiling at the obvious delight on both Dominic’s and <b>Alpha’s </b>faces. “Development is elerated butpletely healthy actually, his vital signs are stronger than most pure werewolf fetuses I’ve monitored.”
Alpha’s eyes shone with pride. “A true Sterling heir
When it came time for blood work, Dr. Winters approached with a standard needle. “Just a routine sample <b>to </b>check your levels,” she exined.
But as she attempted to insert the needle into my <b>arm</b>, something unexpected happened. The <b>needle </b>bent, <b>unable </b>to prate my skin.
Dr. Winters stared in shock. “That’s… impossible.”
She tried again with a new needle, with the same result. Finally, she retrieved what she described as <b>a </b>“special alloy” needle used for werewolves with advanced healing abilities. This one prated, but with noticeable resistance.
As she <b>drew </b>the blood sample, her expression grew Increasingly amazed. “In all my years of practice, I’ve never seen a human develop werewolf skin density.”
The tests confirmed what was bing Increasingly obvious. Dr. Winters returned with results disyed on her tablet, her usuallyposed demeanor betraying her scientific excitement.
“Your DNA is actively restructuring,” she exined, showing usplex charts I couldn’t fully understand. “The werewolf proteins from Dominic’s blood aren’t just supplementing your system they’re being incorporated into it. Your cells are literally reforming with wolf characteristics.”
“Is th
that dangerous?” Dominic <b>asked</b>, his concern evident.
Dr. Winters shook her head. “On the contrary. Every marker we have shows improved <b>health</b>, increased cellr regeneration, and perfect Integration with the fetus. It’s as if…” she paused, searching for words, <b>as </b>if your bodies were always meant <b>to </bbine this way. The mate bond at the gic <b>level</b>.”
is a medical miracle,” he said quietly. “The mate bond and I been silent during most of the examination, finally spoke. “The Alpha, who <b>had </b>blood transfer are creating something unprecedented a human transitioning toward wolf nature through love <b>and </b>blood alone, not birth or bite.”
g movements of our
As I listened to them discuss the implications of my changing body, I <b>ced </b>a hand on my stomach, feeling the strong <b>son</b><b>. </b>Whatever I was bing, it felt right as if I were finally growing into the person I was meant to be all along.
“So what happens now?” I asked, Interrupting their technical discussion.
Dr. Winters looked at me directly. “Now, Reba, you continue to became something medical science has never documented before neither fully <b>human </b>nor fully werewolf, but something uniquely powerful between the worlds. And your child,” she added with undisguised wonder, “<b>may </b>be the strongest werewolf heir ever born to the Sterling line.”
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