Alpha Chose “True Love”, I Took Back Everything

I am the only daughter of the Alpha King. When I was eight, I rescued a starving rogue pup named Alex from the border.

I begged my father to take him in, and we grew up together.

At eighteen, I discovered he was my fated mate. My father happily gave me to him in marriage, carved out a stretch of territory, and made him an Alpha.

Everyone said we were a perfect match.

Until a year ago — while I was pregnant — the boy who had always protected me and adored me fell in love with a Healer named Vivian.

He told me that he'd always seen me as a little sister. He got on his knees and begged me to let him go. He was willing to give up the entire territory and his Alpha title.

My hands trembled as I signed the Mate Bond dissolution agreement. But before it could take effect, that healer slipped wolfsbane into my medicine.

I miscarried.

When I finally opened my eyes, Alex rushed to my side with bloodshot eyes, held me tight like he was terrified of losing me, and apologized over and over.

He said he was wrong. He swore he would devote himself to me completely.

I was consumed by hatred. I ordered Vivian's execution.

But Alex grabbed my hand and stopped me. He told me he'd already banished her permanently.

For the next year, Alex was perfectly devoted — attentive to my every need.

Then, seven months into my second pregnancy, I stumbled upon the woman who should have been long banished — Vivian, quietly settled at the edge of the territory.

And Alex, leaning down to kiss her tenderly.

If he loves Vivian that much, then I'll take back everything I ever gave him — and let him have his "true love."

But if that's what he wanted... then why is he on his knees again, begging me to come back?

A year ago, when my Alpha mate Alex swore to me that he'd changed — that he didn't love Vivian anymore — I believed him. I thought everything would be okay.

Now I was pregnant again, seven months along.

This morning, Alex held my hand and walked with me to the Pack Elder's residence. We were there to register for the Naming Ceremony ahead of the baby's arrival.

The Elder pulled out the prenatal records from the filing cabinet and mentioned offhandedly, "The former Healer Vivian kept very thorough records back then. Shame what happened."

The moment that name left his lips, Alex's hand — resting on the edge of the desk — went rigid.

His jaw clenched. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes.

I stood quietly beside him, catching every single one of those tiny reactions.

That familiar bitterness rose in my stomach.

But I bit down hard on my lip, swallowed every last feeling, and said nothing.

The drive back was suffocating in its silence.

I leaned against the car window, my mind