My Alpha Forced Me to Miscarry His Heir

The scent of rain and pine still clung to Austin’s skin as I smoothed the collar of his dress shirt. It was four in the morning, the hour when the Silver Moon Pack was silent, and the only time I was allowed to exist in this room.

For eight years, this had been my life. While the pack slept, I was the hands that prepared the Alpha’s tonic, the shadow that organized his schedule, and the warmth in his bed. But the moment the sun crested the horizon, I became Ivy Williams, the wolfless Omega, invisible and insignificant.

"Turn around," Austin murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

I obeyed instantly, my body humming at the command. His hands, large and calloused, rested on my waist. For a heartbeat, he buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. The bond between us—that secret, golden thread that only we could feel—pulled taut. In these stolen seconds, I wasn't just an Omega. I was his mate.

"You smell like lavender," he whispered, his lips grazing my pulse point. "It soothes the wolf."

I leaned back against him, closing my eyes. "You have a long day, Austin. The delegation from Blood River arrives at noon."

At the mention of the neighboring pack, his body went rigid. The tenderness evaporated like mist in the morning sun. He pulled away abruptly, the loss of his warmth leaving a chill on my skin.

"Right," he said, his tone shifting to the cold, clipped cadence of Alpha Scott. He walked to the mirror, adjusting his tie without looking at me. "That’s why we need to talk."

I busied myself with the tray of herbal tea, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut. "I’ve already arranged the guest quarters for Alpha Gordon and his daughter. The kitchen staff has the menu prepared."

"Good." He turned, his eyes dark and unreadable. "But you won't be managing the kitchen today, Ivy."

My hands paused over the teapot. "Sir?"

"Stella Gordon is… particular," Austin said, avoiding my gaze. "She’s coming to discuss the alliance. It is crucial that everything appears strong. Flawless."

I knew what he meant. An Omega—especially one without a wolf—running the household looked weak. It looked like the Silver Moon Pack couldn't afford a proper staff. I lowered my head. "I understand. I’ll stay in the laundry rooms. I won't be seen."

"No," he said, the word heavy. "That’s not enough. Stella has a nose like a bloodhound. If she catches your scent on me, or anywhere near the main floor, she’ll ask questions. Questions I cannot answer right now."

Panic flared in my chest. "Austin, my mother… she’s in the infirmary. Her fever spiked last night. I need to be able to check on her during my breaks."

He finally looked at me, and for a second, I saw a flicker of regret. But it was quickly swallowed by the steel of his ambition.

"Beta Marcus is waiting outside," Austin said. "He will