TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 112

CHAPTER 75: BIRTH CONTROL–2

Dr. Patel doesn’t rushme. She waits, patient and unhurried, until I find my footing again.

“I need to know my options, finally say. “For prevention.”

“Alright.” She folds her hands on her desk, her tone shifting into something calm and clinical. “You’re correct that human contraception isn’t reliably effective for werewolves. Our metabolism processes synthetic hormones too quickly for them to maintain consistent coverage. But we have alternatives that

have been refined over centuries.”

“Like what?”

“Herbal compounds, mostly. Old pack remedies that have been tested and improved over generations.” She opens a drawer and pulls out a small glass vial filled with dark liquid. “This particular formula is what I prescribe most often. One dose provides coverage for approximately one week, and it works retroactively – meaning it can prevent conception from any encounters within the past hundred–and–sixty–eight hours.”

Hundred–and–sixty eight hours. That covers last night. The plane. Everything.

“Is it safe?”

“Very. I’ve been prescribing it for twenty years without significant side effects. Some women report mild nausea or cramping, but it passes within a few hours.” She sets the vial on the desk between us. “Would you like me to explain more, or would you prefer to take some time to think about it?”

I stare at the vial. Such a small thing to carry so much weight.

Knox’s voice echoes in my head, soft and rough in the darkness of our bedroom.

‘I don’t think I’d be a good father. The Volkovs weren’t exactly a stable family. Dysfunction runs in my

blood.‘

He was so careful when he said it. So controlled. Like he’d practiced the words until they stopped hurting.

But I heard what he didn’t say. That he’s terrified of repeating his father’s mistakes. That he’s convinced he’d ruin any child unlucky enough to have him as a parent.

That the walls he’s built around himself extend to the future too – a future he’s already decided he doesn’t

deserve.

And then there’s me.

I don’t even know if I can have children. After what Gale did, after the baby I lost and the damage the

doctors warned me about, I might be broken in ways that can’t be fixed.

I’ve been too terrified to find out. Too scared to sit in a sterile office and hear a stranger confirm that my

ex–husband took my chance of ever having another one.

What if I’m worrying about nothing? What if my body is already ruined and this whole conversation is

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pointless?

But what if it isn’t?

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What if by some miracle I’m still capable of getting pregnant, and I do, and Knox looks at me with that

closed–off expression he gets whenever something threatens to crack his walls?

I know what happens when you trap a man with a baby. I watched my mother do it to my father. I lived the consequences of being the child someone never wanted.

And I spent eight years with Gale learning exactly how much damage a resentful man can do to a woman

he blames for his own choices.

I won’t be that woman again. I won’t let myself become an obligation, a burden, a mistake Knox has to

handle because he’s too honorable to walk away.

He said he’d play pretend with me. But promises have deadlines, and ours is thirty days.

Thirty days to convince the council we’re real. Thirty days of playing house, playing lovers, playing at

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