Rejected After Bleeding Out For His Unworthy Heir

The day I gave birth, I was in labor for three days and three nights, and Nolan Vasquez stood outside the door the entire time.

I thought he was there, concerned for my well-being, watching over me.

But later, when I hemorrhaged after delivering our pup and needed the rare medicinal herb to save my life, Nolan took it from my attendant’s hands in the chaos.

“You’ve already given birth,” he said, his voice dismissive. “You don’t need this herb anymore. I’m taking it to Ruth—she might not survive without it!”

“I’ll make it up to you later with something better. Don’t be petty about this.”

I watched, my heart shattering, as he walked away without a second thought, the herb in his hands, destined for Ruth Cooper.

Three years of marking, three years of giving everything to him, and I had just risked my life to bring our pup into the world. Yet, it all meant nothing compared to her discomfort.

Fine. If that’s how it is, I’ll leave. Let someone else take the title of Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.

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“It’s just an herb,” Nolan said, his voice sharp as he stood at the doorway, wrinkling his nose at the metallic scent of blood in the room. “You’re in charge of the pack’s resources—you can buy whatever you need.”

But the rare medicinal herb was priceless, not something that could simply be purchased.

I struggled to sit up, my body weak from the lack of care. “Ruth’s sick? What’s wrong with her?”

“Don’t act like you care,” he snapped, his tone icy. “You probably wish she were dead.”

“She needs to recover in peace. Don’t you dare go near her.”

With that, Nolan turned on his heel and left my quarters.

I stared at his retreating figure, my vision blurring as tears threatened to spill. My body gave out, and I collapsed onto the bed.

Before I lost consciousness, I thought I saw him pause, just for a moment. But he didn’t look back. Not even a glance.

When I woke, my attendant, Abby, was sitting by my bed, tears streaming down her face.

“Where’s Nolan?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

My gaze drifted to the small bundle beside me—our pup. My heart felt hollow.

“The Alpha went to the front wing,” Abby said, her voice trembling. “That woman… she’s staying in his den.”

His den?

When I first joined the Blue Moon Pack, Nolan had made it clear that his den was off-limits, a sacred space for pack business.

And now, she was living there. What did that make me? What did these three years of marking mean?

With Abby’s help, I made my way to the front wing. The window of the den was slightly ajar, and through it, I heard the sound of soft laughter.

“Nolan, really, it’s just a minor illness. I don’t need such precious herbs. What if your Luna gets upset with you?”

Ruth’s voice was sweet, almost mocking. She