Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

The cold stone table beneath me had become as familiar as my own bed these past months. I stared at the ceiling of the medical chamber, counting the cracks in the plaster as the pack healer inserted another needle into my arm. The sharp sting barely registered anymore.

"Hold still," he muttered, though I hadn't moved. My body had learned that resistance only made things worse.

I watched my blood flow through the clear tube, crimson life force destined for another woman's veins. For Luna Blackwood. The woman my mate had chosen over me, despite our bond, despite the child growing inside me. His child.

The first rays of dawn filtered through the high windows, casting long shadows across the room. Another day of being nothing more than a living blood bag. Another day of carrying Harrison's pup while being treated like pack garbage.

"Grace?" A small voice whispered from the doorway.

I turned my head, wincing as the needle shifted in my arm. "Emma, you shouldn't be here."

My sister stood shivering in the doorway, her thin frame drowning in an oversized sweater. Even from across the room, I could see the dark circles under her eyes. Without a wolf, her body had always been fragile, prone to illness and fatigue. She clenched her fists at her sides, but I could see the tears she was fighting to hold back.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I'm fine," I lied, forcing a smile that felt like broken glass on my lips. "Go back to our quarters before someone sees you."

The healer glanced at Emma with irritation but said nothing. He was one of the few pack members who still showed me a shred of decency, though even his patience was wearing thin with these daily extractions.

The familiar scent of moonflowers and expensive perfume wafted into the room before she did. My stomach clenched, nausea rising that had nothing to do with my pregnancy.

Celeste Blackwood glided into the medical chamber like she owned it. In many ways, she did. As Harrison's chosen Luna, every inch of the Silvermoon Pack house belonged to her now.

"Still not done?" she asked the healer, not bothering to look at me. "I need my treatment before the morning council meeting."

"Almost finished, Luna," the healer replied, his tone shifting to one of deference.

Celeste's gaze finally fell on me, her perfect features arranged in a mask of contempt. Then her eyes slid to Emma, and something predatory flickered across her face.

She moved toward my sister with deliberate steps, her silken black hair swaying with each movement. Emma pressed herself against the doorframe, trying to make herself smaller.

"What's this?" Celeste's voice dripped with false sweetness as she leaned close to Emma. "The other Morgan sister. The one without a wolf."

I strained against the straps securing me to the table. "Leave her alone, Celeste."

She ignored me, reaching out to touch