Fated to the Alpha's Deception

Five years ago, Alpha Layton Ortiz injured his legs trying to protect me from rogue werewolves. Because of his disability, he never got the opportunity to fully lead the Silver Moon Pack as he was meant to. Despite everyone blaming me for his injury, he stood by my side, insisting it was his own decision. To find a cure for his legs, I donated a substantial amount of blood every three months. Unexpectedly, my werewolf healing abilities allowed me to recover faster than expected, and I woke up earlier than anticipated. That was when I accidentally overheard him speaking with the pack’s Healer.

"Luna Gloria's frequent blood donations are seriously affecting her health," the Healer said, his voice low but urgent. "And you know it was Rayne who intentionally exposed Luna Gloria's location to the rogues, leading to her parents' deaths in that tragedy."

Alpha Layton took a drag on his cigarette before replying, his voice as cold as the winter wind, "Rayne's infected with an unidentified virus. If she doesn’t undergo a full-body transfusion, she’ll lapse into a coma again. I plan to compensate her with wealth and status for the rest of her life, but love—that’s not included."

"This must remain a secret from Luna Gloria," he added, his words slicing through me like a blade. "Her blood is also beneficial to your research, isn’t it?"

These shocking revelations left me frozen, my breath catching in my throat. The memory of my parents’ tragic deaths resurfaced vividly. Five years ago, during a rogue attack on our home, I lost them both. In that dark alley, teetering on the brink of despair, Alpha Layton appeared and pulled me back from the edge. His legs were injured in the process. I always thought he was my savior. I never imagined he was just drawing me in, only to break me completely.

Tears streamed down my face, my wolf whimpering softly in the back of my mind. Helplessness and despair engulfed me, dragging me back into the darkness I thought I had escaped. When I finally opened my eyes, Alpha Layton was back in his wheelchair, silently sitting by my side, his gaze filled with endless concern and pity. But now, that look felt more like a predator watching its prey, sending a chill down my spine. When he reached out to touch me, I flinched instinctively.

He hesitated for a moment, then gently took my hand, pressing a soft kiss on it. "Luna Gloria, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be suffering like this. I’m so sorry."

But how much of that was true? I couldn’t bear watching his act any longer. I pushed him away, saying I wanted to rest for a bit. Turning my back to him, I closed my eyes. Perhaps sensing my cold demeanor, he seemed unsure of what to do. "I’ll go see if your lunch is ready," he said. "Luna Gloria, if anything’s bothering you, please tell me. I’m always here for you."