Roman's POV
What?
I couldn't even say it aloud. The word echoed inside my head, stunned and sharp.
Her reply had left not just me, but everyone else frozen in place.
Kael, who had been about to walk out, stopped mid-step. Rafe, in the middle of looking for his cat, turned stiff. Jason and Lucian, who had been washing Fluffy, paused as if someone had snapped their strings.
Liam himself looked speechless to hear what Eira said. Being a werewolf doctor, someone who understood the significance of what she'd just revealed, that silence of his said everything.
"You… never…?" Liam stammered, disbelief contorting his face. "You're a pureblood. Their heat cycle is vital—not just important, but essential for survival. And it's one of the most painful and difficult phases… How could you not?" His words fumbled, as if his brain was scrambling to accept what he'd just heard. "You're twenty-two. After coming of age, you should have gone through heat at least a few times by now."
