The Luna after Alpha chose his first Love

Pain ripped through my abdomen, tearing a sharp scream from my throat.

Shattered glass and the screech of twisting metal still echoed in my ears, but the harsh, blinding lights of the Frostpine Pack hospital dragged me back to the present.

"Push the gurney! We're losing her!" a nurse yelled, sprinting alongside my bed.

I grabbed the metal rail, my knuckles turning white. "My baby. Please."

"Stay with us, Luna," Dr. Thorne said. His gloved hands pressed hard against my swollen stomach, trying to stem the bleeding. "You are going straight into surgery."

They shoved the double doors open. The emergency bay was a chaotic mess of shouting medics and blaring monitors. Another gurney sat a few yards away, surrounded by a swarm of nurses. The other pregnant woman from the crash.

Then, a voice cut through the noise. Deep. Familiar.

Kevin. My mate. My Alpha.

"What is the status?" Kevin demanded.

I turned my head. He stood in the hallway, his clothes rumpled, his expression frantic. Hope flared in my chest. He was here.

"Alpha," a senior surgeon replied, stepping into Kevin's path. "Two pregnant women came in from the collision. Both are critical. We only have one primary trauma team available right now."

"Take the trauma team to the younger woman," Kevin ordered.

The monitors beside me spiked. I froze, my fingers slipping from the metal rail.

"Alpha?" the surgeon asked, his tone faltering. "But Luna Zoe... she's carrying your pup. Her vitals are dropping rapidly. She needs the primary team."

"Just do what I say!" Kevin snapped. "Zoe has a strong physique. She is a tough wolf. She won't die. The other woman looks far more serious. Save her first!"

"Understood, Alpha," the surgeon said.

Footsteps rushed away. The heavy doors swung shut, sealing me inside the operating room.

Silence settled over my side of the room, save for the rhythmic, terrifying beeping of the machines. The army of medical staff had vanished, following their Alpha's command.

"Dr. Thorne," Nurse Clara whispered, staring at the empty space where the surgical team had just been standing. "They took everyone. It's just us."

"We don't need them," Dr. Thorne muttered. He grabbed a scalpel from the metal tray. "Prep her for an emergency C-section. Now."

"Doctor, I'm bleeding too much," I gasped, the room spinning.

"I know," he said, not looking up. "Clara, get the IV lines in. Push the fluids."

"Yes, Doctor." Clara's hands shook as she tore open a plastic package.

A fresh wave of agony hit me. I curled inward, biting my lip until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Kevin's words played on a loop in my mind. *She is a tough wolf. She won't die.*

"I need B-type blood," Dr. Thorne shouted over the wailing monitors. "Get four units from the bank. Hurry."

Clara darted out of the room. I stared at the ceiling tiles, counting the tiny holes in the acoustic panels to keep myself from passing out.

Seconds later, Clara