When My Alpha Chose Her Blood Over Mine

Two months before my due date, a devastating fire consumed our pack house. Ronan, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, ensured the perpetrator—a rogue wolf—was banished from pack territory, but the blaze left me severely injured. My right leg had to be amputated, and the trauma caused complications during childbirth.

While lying in the healing center, I overheard Ronan speaking with Mohammed, the pack’s lead healer.

“Alpha,” Mohammed said, his voice heavy with concern, “your Luna has already lost a leg. If you also remove her uterus, she’ll be devastated. You’re just trying to use the pup’s blood to save Gamma Elia’s pup; do you really have to destroy your mate in the process?”

“It doesn’t matter if she’s devastated,” Ronan replied, his tone cold and unyielding. “I’ll take care of her for the rest of her life. If she finds out this pup was only conceived to save Elia’s child, she would never agree.”

He paused, his voice lowering. “I promised Elia I would save our child. Only when Monroe can no longer have pups, erasing any threat, can Elia truly relax.”

His words struck me like a claw to the chest. So, the pup I had longed for was merely a means to an end—a life sacrificed for someone else’s child. My dream of a family, of a mate bond, was nothing but a carefully constructed lie. Very well, I thought bitterly, I shall fulfill his wishes.

“Just do what I say and remove her uterus completely,” Ronan ordered. “You don’t need to worry about the pup’s survival.”

“When she wakes up, I’ll bring Elia’s pup to her, and she won’t suspect a thing.”

Mohammed glanced at my frail form on the bed, his brow furrowed. “Alpha, perhaps you should reconsider. Your Luna has already suffered enough and lost her chance at motherhood. If you want to save the pup, I’m confident we can do it without harming her further.”

“No need,” Ronan dismissed him coldly. “She doesn’t know Elia’s pup is being born today. I promised Elia I’d bring our child home as the rightful heir of the Silver Moon Pack.”

While he spoke, he gently wiped my fingers with a towel, his voice still tender. “Only when Monroe is out of the picture, with no threat, can Elia see my true feelings for her.”

At that, Mohammed sighed. “Gamma Elia is a good wolf. If not for Luna Monroe’s interference, she could have been your mate today.”

“Take the pup while it’s still breathing,” Ronan instructed. “Make sure no one hears about this.”

Mohammed hesitated but nodded, hurrying out of the room with the pup in his arms.

Ronan made a quick mind link to Edwin, his Beta. “Is everything settled? Give the rogue a couple hundred thousand, and make sure they leave pack territory and never show up in Monroe’s life again.”

I was still under the effects of wolfsbane, unable to move or speak, so Ronan was unaware that I had heard everything.