Rejected Alpha's Agony

Cristian Mason, the Alpha of the Shadow Fang Pack, was chosen by Lycan King Rayden Moore to save Lottie Johnston, a rogue from the Red River Pack.

But it was me, Noemi Howell, healer of the Silver Moon Pack, who caught his heart the moment we met. Every time his feelings for me deepened, he was struck by a punishing surge of the Moon Goddess’s wrath. On our wedding night, after enduring eighty-one such surges, he was left weakened and battered, yet he still whispered,

“Noemi, the Moon Goddess may want me to forsake you, but I’ll risk everything to make you my Luna.”

Later, when rogues attacked the Shadow Fang territory, I was captured and thrown into the pack dungeon, where ninety-nine silver spikes were driven into my body.

In my despair, I remembered he had once taught me how to sharpen my mind link.

But what I heard through it shattered me.

“Cristian, how could you let Noemi endure this torture in the dungeon? Isn’t she your mate?”

Cristian’s voice was icy. “This punishment was meant for Lottie. To save her, I had no choice but to let Noemi take her place.”

“Besides, Noemi’s a healer. She can withstand it. Once this is over, I’ll make it up to her.”

My heart tore apart.

As the final spike came hurtling toward me, I closed my eyes and surrendered.

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“Is she dead? She’s not moving.”

Someone frantically checked my pulse but found no sign of life.

The silver spikes burned through my veins, and even my werewolf resilience couldn’t dull the agony. Every breath intensified the pain.

Finally, I heard Cristian’s voice, trembling as he asked, “How many spikes are left?”

Rayden, the Lycan King, sighed. “Seven.”

“Most wolves can’t survive more than ten. Even with her healing abilities, Noemi won’t make it.”

Cristian’s voice broke. “Do you think I don’t know that?!”

“But if I don’t do this, Lottie will suffer.”

Lottie, the infamous rogue, had once been destined to join a pack but had fallen into darkness after Cristian rejected her.

Rayden had prophesied that if Lottie wasn’t saved, chaos would engulf the werewolf realm.

To save her, Cristian had sacrificed me to endure the ninety-nine spikes.

He believed my healing skills would keep me alive.

But now, my wolf was barely clinging to life.

Just when I thought Cristian might stop, his voice rang out again.

“Continue! After the last seven spikes, I’ll heal her myself.”

Ninety-nine spikes—no wolf, not even an Alpha, could endure that.

As another spike pierced me, my wolf howled in agony.

Ten years ago, he swore he’d love only me, defying the Moon Goddess’s will to protect me.

On our wedding day, he’d endured eighty-one surges of her wrath.

But now, his love meant making me suffer in another’s place.

If he hadn’t taught me to sharpen my mind link, I’d still be blind to his betrayal.

The pack members hesitated, unwilling to continue.

Cristian stepped into the dungeon, ready