Him, His Uncle And I!

another heartbreak.

Cole's pov

“What the hell is wrong with this hospital?” I snapped, glaring at Dr. Jenna across from me. “Am I not paying you enough? Five years, and every single result has failed.” My voice dripped with contempt, echoing around the sterile office. “Are you kidding me?” I leaned in, pressing my palms against the desk. “I’ve been coming here, donating my money, following every damn clause of our contract, and yet you have the audacity to tell me there isn’t a single qualified candidate?”

Dr. Jenna stared down at her hands, visibly trembling. Good. She needed to understand just how badly this hospital had failed me. This was why I despised humans—and weak werewolves just as much. They were incompetent, bumbling, unable to handle even a task as simple as finding a suitable surrogate.

I clenched my jaw, recalling how my secretary had convinced me to invest in this hospital, claiming they had the best success rates for surrogacy in the city. But the numbers were lies, empty promises. Five years had passed, and I was still waiting. “Should I cancel my sponsorship?” I asked, barely keeping my rage in check. She didn’t respond, but I could see her flinch. The look in her eyes said it all—she was afraid. But I didn’t care. Not anymore. I’d invested too much time, money, and patience into this.

“Dr. Jenna,” I continued, my voice icy, “I don’t donate money for charity. I’m here for results. And you’ve failed me.” My secretary s***h beta Matt stepped forward, his voice sharp as he added, “If this hospital fails again, Dr. Jenna, my boss will cancel his contract, and we’ll demand all invested funds be returned in full. You have one week.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “One. Week.”

Dr. Jenna paled, swallowing hard. “Sir, I… I understand. This week, we’ll have five more candidates. I promise, we won’t let you down. You’ll get the surrogate you need,” she stammered, desperately trying to hold my gaze.

I held her with a cold, measured stare before standing abruptly. “Let’s hope so. If I don’t see results, I’ll destroy this place and everyone in it.”

As I left her office, the sterile air of the hospital felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a shroud. I was a man haunted by failure—my own and those of others. Each step echoed the bitterness clawing at my insides. I had fought hard to carve out a place in this world, only to be betrayed and left broken by those I trusted most.

The memory of my mate’s betrayal stung more than any physical wound. How could she have chosen my older brother over me? I had been the one she claimed to love, the one who believed in her unconditionally. Yet, in a moment that felt like a cruel twist of fate, she had turned her back on me, embracing the very man I had always looked up to—the man I thought was invincible.

My brother was everything I was not—stronger, more charismatic, filled with a confidence that radiated from him. He had always been the favorite, and I had accepted my place in his shadow. But to lose her to him felt like a betrayal on multiple levels. The ache in my chest was a constant reminder of my inadequacies. I had thought I was strong enough to handle it, but I was weak, a fool who believed in love only to find myself discarded like a tattered piece of cloth.

Now, as I navigated the sterile halls of the hospital, that bitterness transformed into something more dangerous. I was determined to have an heir, to establish a legacy that would endure beyond my failures. This surrogate was my last hope for redemption, a chance to reclaim what I had lost—a chance to prove to myself that I could build a future, even if it was through unconventional means.

Brushing past nurses and other patients, my anger simmered just beneath the surface. Each face I encountered reminded me of how little I trusted anyone. They all seemed so soft, so fragile—unable to withstand the harsh realities of this world. The very thought of weakness made me feel ill. I had no time for that. I had to be strong, to take control of my fate. But with each year that passed, the distance between my desire for a family and the reality of my situation felt insurmountable.

I thought back to my mate, how her laughter used to fill the air around us. How I had envisioned a life together, one where we could have children, where our love would triumph over all odds. But that dream shattered the moment she turned her back on me. Now, I would never allow myself to be vulnerable like that again. I had sworn off intimacy, refusing to let anyone get close. I couldn’t bear the thought of another betrayal, another heartbreak.