The Alpha’s Broken Promise

After my identity as a fake heiress of the McDonald Pack was revealed, the council demanded that my mate, Alpha Shepard Munoz, strengthen the alliance by producing heirs with the true heiress, Louisa McDonald. Unwilling to comply, he suggested a double suicide to pressure the council into relenting. We met as planned, only for the pack warriors to accuse me of kidnapping the Alpha out of spite. I hoped Shepard would clear up the misunderstanding, but he remained silent, his alpha aura heavy and unyielding.

I was subsequently sentenced to three months in isolation in the pack’s dungeons for attempted murder. Upon my release, Louisa was visibly pregnant. Shepard knelt before me, his powerful frame trembling as he overflowed with apologies. Although I was a renowned Healer specializing in maternal care, I delivered Louisa’s pup and was coaxed into signing rejection papers.

“Mallory, trust me, you’re the one I truly love. Once the pup is officially registered, we’ll reconcile,” he promised, surrounding me with yellow roses as an expression of remorse.

He pledged to fix everything before the last rose wilted. But when the 99th rose faded, the only news I received was of the pack celebrating Louisa’s second pregnancy. That was when all hope deserted me, and I chose to release him from the mate bond.

As I glanced at the ultrasound scan on the table, a bitter smile appeared on my face. Shepard disregarded my feelings and spoke as if I were invisible. “Once this pup arrives, I really will leave her,” he claimed. “You’ll be the godmother, and we’ll all live happily together.”

His words left me speechless. I could only watch his lips move while he fantasized about a future that would never be. When Louisa entered, his illusion abruptly shattered.

“Mallory, could you step out? Louisa and I need to talk.”

Since my release from the dungeons, Louisa had taken her place as the Luna, leaving me with access only to the study. But now, even that was under threat. I tried to resist but couldn’t find the words.

Not long before, frustrated by Louisa’s flaunting, I complained to Shepard. In response, he called his warriors to cruelly cut off part of my tongue!

“How dare you insult her! She’s the mother of my pup. Are you disrespecting her or me?”

Since then, every time I became emotional, I could no longer speak. I left, brokenhearted.

Returning later, I overheard their intimate whispers.

“Louisa, stop. Mallory will notice when she returns.”

Louisa scoffed, “So what? I’m the real heiress. Whether it’s this house or you, they’re mine.”

“Yes, all yours. I love you.”

Their tender words felt like blows to my ears. I sat in the living room all night, surrounded only by the roses he had once given me, now wilted and lifeless.

I stood to head to my room, but as I climbed the stairs, Louisa kicked me down.

“Karter is sleeping comfortably, and we’re planning a bath together. Don’t be a nuisance.”