Forsaken Mate's Final Stand

The pack gathering was in full swing when Callie's scream cut through the night air like a knife. I turned from my conversation with Elena, the pack Healer, just in time to see her crumple to the ground in the center of the clearing.

"She's dying!" someone shouted. "The Alpha needs to see this!"

My stomach twisted as I watched Wells rush to Callie's side. His face was etched with concern that made my heart ache. Whatever was happening, it wasn't good.

Callie writhed on the ground, her body contorting in what appeared to be agony. Her skin had taken on an ashen gray tone, and sweat beaded across her forehead. She clutched at her stomach, tears streaming down her face.

"Wells," she gasped, reaching for him with trembling fingers. "I can't... I can't bear it anymore."

I moved closer, something feeling off about the scene before me. The scent in the air was strange—bitter and medicinal. Not the smell of illness, but something else. Something manufactured.

"What's wrong?" Wells demanded, cradling her head in his lap. His voice carried that Alpha edge that made everyone in the clearing fall silent.

"I'm dying," Callie whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. "The internal injuries... they're getting worse. The healer says..." She broke into sobs that shook her entire body. "The healer says I don't have long unless..."

Unless what? I wanted to ask, but something kept me silent.

"Unless you choose," she continued, her eyes finding mine across the clearing. "Choose between saving me or keeping your mate bond with her."

The clearing fell deadly silent. Every eye turned to Wells, then to me, then back again.

"Callie," Wells said, his voice breaking. "Don't do this."

"I can't live knowing I'm keeping you from your duty," she sobbed. "The Moon Goddess gave you to her, but I need you to survive. Please, Wells. Reject her. Save me."

I stood frozen as Wells looked up at me, conflict written across his features. The bitter scent in the air grew stronger, and I realized with a jolt what was happening. Callie was consuming herbs to mimic illness symptoms. I'd seen Elena use similar ones in healing rituals.

"Wells," I started, but he held up his hand.

"I have to do this," he announced, rising to his feet with Callie still in his arms. His eyes swept across the gathered pack members. "As your Alpha, I must make decisions that benefit the pack as a whole."

My hand instinctively went to my stomach, where an almost imperceptible flutter had begun just days ago. The secret I hadn't yet shared with anyone—not even Wells.

"Rory Warren," Wells declared, his voice carrying across the clearing. "I must perform the sacred rite of rejection with you."

The words hit me like physical blows. Each syllable tore through me as if claws were ripping at my insides.

"The rite of rejection?" Marcus, Wells's Beta, stepped forward in shock. "Alpha, think about what you're doing."

But Wells's eyes