When My Alpha Chose Her, I Chose Myself

My mate, Alpha Nathan Lynch, renowned for his expertise in healing rare diseases, gave the only dose of a groundbreaking medication to Siena Hawkins, a Delta in our pack who suffers from the same rare blood disease I do. On the brink of death, I watched as he made the choice to save her without a moment’s hesitation.

As I lay there, blood pouring from my mouth, feeling the shadow of death closing in, intrusive thoughts flickered through my mind: *Don’t blame Nathan; Siena once made sacrifices for him. She gave up a pregnancy for him. He’s just trying to repay her by giving her the medicine.*

*This is a tragic story with an inevitable ending for the heroine. But Nathan will eventually realize his mistake.*

I found it absurd. Should I die just to make an Alpha see the light? I couldn’t accept such a fate. As an Omega, I had always been at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, but I refused to let that define my end.

Nathan held Siena tenderly, his Alpha aura radiating concern as he asked, “Are you feeling any side effects after taking the medication?” Meanwhile, I was on the floor, coughing up blood, every inch of my body in agony. He didn’t even notice.

The intrusive thoughts continued: *The heroine won’t die just yet; it’s not time.*

*Once she dies, the hero will regret it. His true mate has always been the heroine.*

*Can’t wait to see the hero’s remorseful expression—die quickly, heroine!*

I coughed again and again, tears slipping uncontrollably down my face. Nathan remained oblivious to my struggle, fixated on Siena as if she were his Luna. I bit down hard on my lip. Everyone seemed to desire my death, and Nathan didn’t care, giving the only cure to Siena.

Everyone wanted me gone, but I refused. Even if Nathan would feel regret, what difference would it make? It was my life at stake, and I wouldn’t trade it for his remorse.

After what seemed like forever, Nathan finally turned his attention to me. His towering frame loomed over me, his broad shoulders and muscular build a reminder of his Alpha status. He held my hand, his touch firm but devoid of the warmth he reserved for Siena. “Maeve, don’t be scared,” he said, his deep voice steady. “I’ll find a way to save you.”

“I’ll make another batch of the medication soon.”

“I gave it to Siena first because her condition is more severe than yours.”

I’d heard his excuses so many times. He might think I didn’t know that Siena had once given up a pregnancy for him, which is why she received the drug.

I kept quiet as he continued, “Please don’t be upset. I’ve done everything I could. This was so difficult to develop.”

Yes, he had spent over a year working on it, partly because one of the ingredients was incredibly rare and hard to find. He had trekked through the Alps for months, sourcing