Chapter 0340

“She still plans on divorcing you,” his wolf reminded him. “You’ll just let her leave? So she can take over Silvermoon?”

Noah closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. For a moment, an image flickered through his mind: Hannah, shifting out of her wolf form, the deer’s blood coating her lips, chin, and neck. His Luna—his mighty Luna.

That image plagued him. It had seared itself into his mind, a constant reminder of what he was about to lose. What he had never fully appreciated when he had it.

But he finally exhaled. “Part of falling for her has been realizing that I can’t keep her here like a prisoner. So if she still wants to go, then I will let her.”

Otherwise, perhaps his own blood would coat her chin. Noah couldn’t help but smirk at the thought. A fitting end, he supposed.

Shaking off these thoughts, Noah stood. He had a doctor to visit. The clinic was bustling when he arrived. Dr. Patel’s office door was open, and Noah could hear the doctor’s cheerful voice from inside. So he had returned from his extended vacation after all. Noah knocked on the doorframe, and Dr. Patel looked up, his face breaking into a wide smile. “Alpha Noah! What a pleasant surprise. Come in, come in.”

As Noah entered, he noted that despite his alleged tropical vacation, the aging doctor didn’t look particularly tan. Interesting.

“Dr. Patel,” Noah said, settling into a chair. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Not at all,” the doctor assured him. “What can I do for you today?”

“I was hoping you might be able to shed some light on a situation. It involves an online vendor called WhiteRabbit.”

Dr. Patel’s brow furrowed. “WhiteRabbit? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with that name. What’s this about?”

Noah watched the doctor’s face carefully, looking for any sign of recognition or deception. But the aging man, peering at Noah over the upper rim of his wire-framed bifocal glasses, seemed genuinely confused.

“It’s an online vendor that sold diet pills to Hannah,” Noah explained. “Pills that turned out to be laced with contraceptives. The vendor disappeared around the same time you left for your vacation.”

Dr. Patel’s eyes widened. “Good heavens. I had no idea. But surely you don’t think I had anything to do with that?”

Noah shrugged. “I’m just trying to connect the dots, Doctor. It’s a strange coincidence, don’t you think?”

The doctor shook his head emphatically. “I assure you, Alpha, I know nothing about this WhiteRabbit or any contraceptive-laced pills. My vacation was just that—a vacation. I needed some time away to recharge.”

Noah nodded slowly, not entirely convinced but unable to find any clear evidence of deceit. “I see. Well, thank you for your time, Doctor.”

As he stood to leave, another thought struck him. “Oh, one more thing, Dr. Patel. Why did you lie about Hannah’s fertility? She was perfectly capable of sex outside the ovulation window.”

The doctor’s brow furrowed again, genuine confusion crossing his features. “Lie? I… I don’t understand. I didn’t lie about anything, Alpha. Perhaps I was misinformed, but Hannah truly seemed too frail for regular intercourse. I suppose these… pills you mentioned could have had something to do with her frailty.”

Noah gritted his teeth, frustration bubbling up inside him. Something wasn’t adding up, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what. Dr. Patel had been a fixture in Noah’s family since he could remember, but…

“Perhaps,” was all he said, his voice tight. “Thank you for your time, Doctor.”

As Noah left the clinic, his mind was whirling. The doctor seemed sincere, but there were too many coincidences, too many unanswered questions. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something fishy was going on, something connecting WhiteRabbit, the doctor’s vacation, and that damn unicorn. Noah just needed to figure out what.