A Alpha’s Unforgivable Sin

“Poppy, I want you to stage a private jet crash for me. That way I can get away from Elias for good.”

When my best friend Poppy heard my request, her jaw nearly hit the floor.

She wondered if she’d misheard.

"Are you out of your fucking mind, Molly???" she deadpanned.

"I’m entirely serious." I said, keeping my voice dead flat.

"Molly, you're married to Elias Blackwood!" Poppy stood up, running a hand through her blue hair.

"The Elias！！！The Alpha who swore you were his one true love, fought his entire clan to make you an ordinary human his Luna, and literally threw away his inheritance for you. “

”The guy who shares his live location with you 24/7 and fired every female assistant in his building! Half the internet calls your marriage the modern fairy tale. If you die, he will tear the world apart looking for your body."

I let out a dry, broken laugh.

"He won't have to look hard. He already has a replacement."

Poppy froze. "What are you talking about?"

"He has another family, Poppy."

When I learned of this, I had passed out in our penthouse.

Just straight up coughed blood onto the floor and collapsed.

When I woke up, the harsh fluorescent lights of the VIP hospital suite blinded me.

"Molly. Hey. I'm right here."

Elias was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He was still wearing his suit, but the tie was ripped off, his hair a mess.

"Your skin is freezing," he murmured, his eyes wide with a desperate kind of panic.

He was using his body heat—that intense werewolf heat—to warm the icy fluid before it entered my veins.

He looked like a man terrified of losing his world.

This was the same man who took eighty-eight lashes from a silver whip just to get his family to accept me.

Silver burns werewolf flesh to the bone. Those scars crisscrossed his back forever.

Elias fell head over heels for me the moment he laid eyes on me, and he launched an all-out pursuit.

Gifts flowed to my nonstop.

He donated tens of billions to countless charities under my name and also built schools in my name for underprivileged children across the globe.

He said he wanted the whole world to know my name, Molly Bennett, and be grateful to me. If I ever landed in trouble someday, help would await me anywhere I went.

Desperate to spend more time with me when I was in college, Elias took part-time jobs alongside me: waiting tables, handing out flyers, sorting parcels, and more. This young Alpha heir, who had never washed a single piece of clothing at home, stuck by my side through all these odd jobs for two full years.

If I hadn't seen those obscene videos of he sleeping with another woman and the paternity test report with my own eyes, I would never have believed Elias cheated on me.

I really can't believe a man who loves me so much could betray me.

But the DNA test I saw was real.

And the mother of his twin pureblood pups was Vivian Ashford.....

Vivian. The female Omega who tormented me in college, driven sick with jealousy because Elias chose a frail human instead. She was the one who got me fired from three jobs and paid local thugs to corner me in an alley.

When Elias found out, he went absolutely feral. He didn't just bankrupt the Ashford family—he decimated them. He nearly killed Vivian with his own hands, leaving her half-dead. He made me believe she was less than dirt to him.

Yet here we are. We've been married for five years. And for three of those years, he’s been sleeping with her. Their kids are already a year old......

"Mr. Blackwood." The doctor’s voice snapped me out of my memories as he walked into the room, holding a chart. "Your wife's collapse was brought on by extreme emotional stress... and her condition."

Elias stood up instantly. "What condition? Tell me right now."

The doctor smiled. "Congratulations. Mrs. Blackwood is two months pregnant."

Elias stopped breathing.

He turned to me. "A baby," he choked out. "Molly... we're having a baby."

He fell to his knees beside the bed and pressed his face into my blankets. "What a coincidence! Our marriage anniversary is just around the corner. This is a miracle!"

Yeah. It was a miracle. When I was thirteen, my abusive father kicked me into a frozen lake. I nearly died. The doctors told me the severe cold damage to my uterus meant I would likely never conceive.

The Blackwood elders used that to humiliate me constantly. A weak, barren human,they called me. Elias had nearly ripped his uncle’s throat out for that, swearing he’d sever ties with the whole clan.

I stared at the ceiling. Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. This baby was supposed to be my ultimate happiness.

Now, it was just a chain tying me to a liar.

Elias leaned up to kiss my cheek. Beneath his natural cedarwood scent, there was something else. Faint, but undeniable.

The musky, sweet smell of a female. And the milk smell of nursing pups.

My stomach violently turned. I leaned over the edge of the bed and wretched.

I threw up a mouthful of bile and blood—right into Elias’s bare hands.

He didn't pull away. He just held it, his face filled with pure, agonizing concern. "It's okay, baby. I got you. It's just the morning sickness. I'm right here."

I stared at his hands. Hands that had held Vivian. Hands that had held their children.

Before I could speak, his phone buzzed.

He glanced at the screen, and a micro-expression of panic flashed across his eyes before he masked it with a calm smile. "The board is melting down over the merger. I postponed it to come here, but they need my signature on a proxy. I'll be back in thirty minutes, okay?"

He kissed my forehead, washed his hands in the sink, and bolted out the door.

Exactly twenty-eight minutes later, my phone pinged.

Vivian’s number.

I opened the message. It was a photo.

Elias was sitting on a sofa. He was looking down, smiling the softest, most tender smile I had ever seen, kissing the foreheads of two chubby toddlers with wolf ears protruding from their hair.

Below the photo was a text:

Human pregnancies are fragile. Try not to die from the stress, Molly. — V.

This photo shattered every last one of my illusions.

I called Poppy.

"Hey, Molly?"

"Poppy, could you help me book an abortion procedure?"