Abandoned Wolf Queen Awakened the Eclipse Bloodline, and My Scumbag Ex-Husband Begged Me to Save His Child

The grand hall of the family altar was filled with the pungent aroma of incense and a suffocating tension that was hard to describe. The annual bloodline detection was a solemn event, paramount to every werewolf family, tied to their legacy and honor.

I, Isabella, stood beside my husband, Lucas. I could feel the taut muscles in his arm, evidence of his concealed nervousness.

Lucas was the most outstanding Alpha of his generation in the Bloodclaw Pack—handsome, powerful, and burdened with the weight of his family’s expectations. As for me, his wife, today’s test result would determine my future standing in this family.

The elders sat in a circle around the ancient detection stone, their faces grave and unreadable. The old physician, who presided over the ritual, pressed his hand against the stone. An incantation, ancient and obscure, caused a beam of light to emerge, enveloping me in its glow.

Seconds stretched into minutes. The old physician’s frown deepened with each passing moment, and Lucas’s expression shifted from one of anticipation to unease.

Finally, the old physician withdrew his hand, the light dissipating into darkness. He opened his eyes, scanning the room before his gaze settled on Lucas’s mother, the true power behind the Bloodclaw family. With a slow and deliberate shake of his head, he delivered his verdict.

“It is regrettable,” the physician’s dry, raspy voice echoed through the hall, “but Mrs. Isabella’s bloodline demonstrates an inert reaction, which is a sign of infertility. The energy level is too low. According to the ancient laws, it is highly unlikely that she will ever bear a strong Alpha heir.”

A deafening roar exploded in my mind. My thoughts went blank.

Infertile? How could this be? I had always been in perfect health!

“What did you say?!” Lucas took a sharp step forward, his voice rising with shock and anger. His once composed and strikingly handsome face twisted in disbelief. “Say that again!”

The old physician lowered his gaze. “Master Lucas, the results are unmistakable. Mrs. Isabella’s bloodline is incapable of sustaining or passing down the strength of the Bloodclaw Pack. She is… unsuitable as your mate and cannot produce a qualified heir for the family.”

“Useless!” A piercing voice cut through the room. Sitting above us all, Lucas’s mother, always impeccably dressed and exuding elegance, now stared at me with unveiled contempt. Her finger pointed at me as though I were nothing more than filth. “I told you! A nameless orphan from who knows where could never be worthy of our noble bloodline. And now it’s been proven—she’s nothing but a barren, worthless failure! Our family’s proud lineage cannot be ruined by someone like her!”

The murmurs began. The pack members who had once smiled warmly at me now whispered behind their hands. Their gazes, once friendly, were now filled with pity, scorn, and, for some, blatant enjoyment of my humiliation.

Lucas turned sharply to face me. The green eyes that had once gazed at me with love and admiration now held only icy disappointment and a seething anger, as if I had deceived him.

“Isabella…” His voice was low, strained, as though he was holding himself back. “You… how could you…”

I wanted to explain. I wanted to tell him there must be some mistake, that my body was fine, and above all, that I loved him. But the words lodged in my throat, frozen by the piercing coldness in his eyes.

In that moment, clarity struck me. My worth in this family was tied solely to my ability to bear children. The moment I was deemed incapable of fulfilling that role, all my kindness, my devotion, my love for Lucas—they all meant nothing.

To them, I was nothing more than a barren, unwanted woman. A disgrace. An inconvenience to be discarded.