Dana POV

　　I couldn't bear the thought of Bathel leaving my side, the fear and uncertainty swirling within me like a tempest in the depths of my soul. As I gazed at him with a silent plea in my eyes, I felt a wave of pity wash over me, knowing that I was utterly dependent on his presence for comfort and strength in my time of need.

　　Bathel and I shared a wordless exchange, our eyes speaking volumes even as our lips remained sealed.

　　"Well-" Bathel began, but his words were cut short by Vivienne's interruption.

　　"This is a woman's conversation, and I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, but this won't take too long," she asserted firmly, her tone brooking no argument. I sighed resignedly, the weight of my emotions pressing down upon me like a suffocating blanket.

　　I felt an overwhelming mix of stress, sadness, and anger churning within me, threatening to consume me whole.

　　"I will be back," Bathel promised, taking a moment to press a tender kiss to my forehead before reluctantly leaving the room. As the door closed behind him, leaving me alone with Vivienne, I couldn't help but feel a pang of apprehension at the prospect of facing whatever lay ahead without him by my side.

　　As I sat there, reeling from the emotional turmoil of recent events, Vivienne's words cut through the silence like a knife, piercing the fragile bubble of denial that had shielded me from the harsh realities of my situation.

　　"I know that you're feeling pained right now that you just lost your baby," she began gently, her voice tinged with sympathy. "It's saddening to lose it, especially knowing that... It wasn't too long ago that you denied the possibility of having a boyfriend, and the potential of..."

　　"That's not what I want to hear right now," I interrupted, tears streaming down my cheeks once more. "I know what you're going to say that my pain can be healed, that I'll be able to move on, but I don't know how..."

　　"You're not able to bear a child," Vivienne interjected softly, her words a painful confirmation of the harsh truth I had been trying to avoid. "The doctor has confirmed this. I've tried to alleviate your emotional and physical pain, but I'm afraid... you're incurable. You'll recover with your pain if you rest," she added, her voice tinged with regret at the limitations of her abilities to provide solace in the face of such profound loss.

　　The weight of Vivienne's words hit me like a ton of bricks, sending shockwaves coursing through my heart.

　　"What do you mean I cannot bear a child...?" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to explain. I lost a baby that hadn't even-"

　　"You have infertility," she cut me off bluntly, her words landing like a devastating blow.

　　"You have no idea what you're saying-" I protested, my mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of her words.

　　"I do," she interrupted firmly, her gaze unwavering.

　　"I am so sorry if it hurts you, but you need to accept the fact that you may never be able to carry a child to term," she added, her tone laced with compassion but firm in its delivery. My heart raced with fear and uncertainty, the reality of my condition sinking in like an anchor dragging me down into the depths of despair.

　　"Aren't you able to try to heal me?" I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. "I cannot fulfill my role as Luna without the ability to bear a child... I might not be able to be with the Alpha-"

　　"I told you that I am not able to discern the reason why I cannot heal you of this condition," Vivienne responded with a heavy sigh. "I suspect it is something you were born with. You're still young, and you need to stop dwelling on it. Perhaps being the Luna is not your path."

　　Her words struck me like a bolt of lightning, shaking me to my core. The realization that my dreams of fulfilling my role as Luna may never come to fruition was a bitter pill to swallow, casting a shadow of doubt over my future.

　　As the days passed in a blur of pain and uncertainty, I made the difficult decision to keep the truth about my infertility from Bathel for the time being. It was a burden I couldn't bear to lay at his feet while he grappled with his grief over the loss of our child.

　　On the second day after losing our baby, the weight of my secret pressed heavily upon me as I struggled to navigate the fragile facade of normalcy that surrounded me. People in the pack were aware that I had been attacked, but the true extent of my suffering remained hidden from all but a select few-Bathel, Anna, Divine, Adrian, and Rafael, those closest to the Alpha.

　　While Bathel believed me to be confined to my bed, I found myself unable to stay still, the need to walk and move proving irresistible despite the pain that seared through me with every step. It was a small act of defiance against the limitations imposed upon me by my condition, a silent rebellion against the cruel hand fate had dealt me.

　　As I made my way to the kitchen, the sight of the poisoned food prepared by Mariel served as a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked within the confines of my own home. Despite the overwhelming despair that threatened to consume me, I forced myself to focus on the simple act of preparing a pancake, hoping to find some semblance of comfort in its familiarity.