He Killed Our Pup and Gave Me to His Enemy

Two pink lines. I stared at the plastic stick in my trembling hands, my heart fluttering like a trapped bird against my ribs. A pup. I was going to give Alpha Roman King a pup. As an Omega of the Blood Moon Pack, I had spent my whole life with my head bowed, scrubbing floors and taking orders, invisible and insignificant. But for the last six months, Roman had chosen me. He had pulled me into his bed, held me in the dark, and made me feel like I mattered.

I practically floated down the grand hallway of the pack house toward his office. I couldn't wait to see the look on his handsome face. I imagined him sweeping me into his arms, his deep laugh echoing through the room.

As I raised my hand to knock on the heavy oak door, a high-pitched, melodic laugh stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Oh, Roman, you're terrible," a woman purred.

Alessia Rogers. The high-ranking she-wolf from the Silver Claw Pack.

"I'm just realistic, my love," Roman's deep voice rumbled.

My chest tightened. *My love?*

"The scent-masking spell worked perfectly," Roman continued, his tone casual, dismissive. "The little Omega suspected nothing. She kept my bed warm and kept my scent off you until we could officially mate. No one will ever know we delayed the bond."

The plastic stick slipped from my numb fingers, clattering loudly against the hardwood floor.

Inside the office, the voices stopped. The heavy door swung open, revealing Roman. His piercing blue eyes, usually warm when he looked at me in the shadows of his bedroom, were now cold and hard. Alessia stood behind him, adjusting her perfectly tailored designer dress with a smug, victorious smirk.

"Claire," Roman said, his voice devoid of any affection. "Eavesdropping?"

"A-A substitute?" I stammered, my inner wolf whining in agonizing confusion. The world tilted on its axis. "The scent... you masked her scent on me? It was all a lie?"

Roman sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose like I was a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Don't make this harder than it has to be. You served your purpose. But now, the pack needs you for something else."

Tears blurred my vision, hot and stinging. "I thought you cared about me."

"You are an Omega," he snapped, his Alpha aura suddenly flaring. The heavy, suffocating pressure slammed into me, forcing me to my knees. My wolf whimpered, pressing herself flat against my mind, completely subjugated by his sheer power. "You will do as your Alpha commands."

I gasped for air, staring up at the man I thought I loved.

"We have a new treaty with the Shadowfang Pack," Roman continued coldly, looking down at me as if I were dirt on his shoes. "Their Alpha, Rafael Lawrence, requires a mate. The Feral Blind Alpha. I am certainly not sending Alessia to be torn apart by that monster. You will go in her place."

Panic seized my throat. Shadowfang. The feral Alpha. It