Chapter 3
Alpha Morgan was clearly dissatisfied.
Without warning, he rose to his feet, his eyes glowing faintly gold—a sign his wolf was close to the surface.
He grabbed my arm and dragged me into the study.
The heavy oak door slammed shut behind us with a sound that echoed like a final verdict.
He cornered me.
His hand gripped my chin tightly, the strength of an Alpha behind his fingers.
“Chloe, my jealous little sister,” he snarled, “why keep pretending? You’re upset, aren’t you?”
“I’m not upset anymore,” I said softly, trying to steady my breath under the oppressive weight of his dominance. “I won’t be jealous of you and my Luna.”
But my words only made his eyes darken further.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and sank his teeth into the curve of my shoulder.
My body froze.
Even without a mating bond, a werewolf's bite—especially from an Alpha—carried danger. It could be seen as a challenge, a mark, a claim.
Alpha Morgan’s breath was hot on my skin as he whispered with a twisted smile,
“Chloe… I had a dream. In it, we were married under the blood moon.”
His fingers trailed to my carotid artery. The exact place where werewolves marked their mates.
The memories of my past life surged up like a drowning tide—his betrayal, the suffocation, the helplessness.
My hand moved on instinct.
Smack.
I slapped him across the face.
“Alpha Morgan,” I said coldly, “at least let me keep a shred of dignity.”
I walked out of the study without another word.
But just outside the door stood Eira.
Her eyes were red, whether from tears or fury, I couldn’t tell.
I brushed past her and went upstairs.
Behind me, I could hear Alpha Morgan’s voice, low and coaxing, as he tried to soothe her.
Back in my room, I stared at my phone.
The lock screen still showed a photo of Alpha Morgan and me from the day I first arrived at Silver Moon Pack.
He had sworn to protect me back then, told me no one would ever hurt me.
But in the end, the one who hurt me most… was him.
I deleted the photo.
Replaced it with a new image—a cold, distant landscape that matched my heart.
The next morning, I opened my bedroom door only to find Eira standing there, a faint smile playing on her lips.
A prickle of unease shot up my spine.
I instinctively took two steps back.
“What’s wrong, Chloe?” she said sweetly. “Are you afraid of me now?”
She took a step forward, her hand resting lightly on her lower belly.
My heart skipped a beat.
Was she…?
“You’re pregnant?” I asked, though my voice barely registered above a whisper.
Eira smiled wider, but her words were sharp as claws.
“I’ve never liked you, Chloe. You’re adopted. You don’t belong in the Silver Moon Pack.”
I forced a calm expression. “Don’t worry. I’m leaving soon. My transfer to the Blackthorn training camp is almost finalized.”
Eira seemed briefly surprised by my submission.
She looked down, thoughtful for a moment.
Then her gaze snapped back up.
“But I don’t want to see you around Alpha Morgan anymore. So… what should I do?”
“What?” I blinked, not understanding.
Suddenly, she grabbed the pearl necklace around her neck and yanked it with a pained expression.
I froze.
She was going to frame me.
I turned to run, but Eira moved faster than I expected, seizing my wrist and pulling me into a violent scuffle.
We struggled. Her nails dug into my skin like claws.
And then—snap—the sound of the necklace breaking echoed sharply.
White pearls scattered across the floor like blood droplets on snow.
A dark bruise bloomed quickly on her neck.
“What’s going on here?!”
Alpha Morgan’s voice exploded from behind us.
Before I could react, he shoved me—hard.
I lost balance and tumbled down the staircase.
Pain exploded through my body. I felt something crack.
Warm blood trickled down my forehead.
Alpha Morgan rushed toward me—but stopped cold.
Because Eira was clutching her stomach, gasping in shallow breaths.
“I wanted to tell Chloe the good news,” she sobbed. “That I’m pregnant. But she… she attacked me and tried to rip off my necklace.”
“You… you’re pregnant?” Alpha Morgan’s voice cracked like thunder.
“Yes,” she whispered, curling into him like a fragile bird. “You’re going to be a father.”
Alpha Morgan’s arms tightened around her, completely forgetting about me—bleeding, broken, on the floor.
He scooped Eira into a bridal carry, stepping over me without a second glance.
When he paused, it was only to deliver one final blow.
“Chloe… you’d better pray that pup is fine.
If anything happens to Eira or the baby—
I swear, I’ll make sure you suffer worse than death.”
Cold dread flooded every nerve.
And as he walked away, my wounds somehow began to numb—
not from healing… but from heartbreak.
