Chapter 4
"You'll never be good enough for them." Bianca's voice was like poisoned silver needles, slowly piercing my eardrums. "You don’t deserve Beta Russell, and you certainly don’t deserve Alpha Victor. They were always mine."
My cheek still burned from her slap. I hadn't even had time to retaliate when she suddenly grabbed my wrist and threw herself to the ground.
She curled up on the cold tiles of the autopsy room floor, golden eyes glistening with tears as she bit her lip, playing the part of the helpless damsel.
“I didn’t mean your footage was bad…” Her voice trembled, eyes darting toward the door. “I just… wanted to suggest another angle… But you… oh, forget it…”
Bang!
The door burst open.
Alpha Victor stormed in, fury blazing in his eyes. The water bottle he’d brought for me hit the floor with a loud thud. He headed straight for her.
“I’m fine, Alpha Victor,” she murmured, her voice soft as feathers. “Don’t blame Sharon… I just lost my footing…”
“You don’t need to cover for her.” He didn’t spare me a glance. His voice was icy. “I saw everything.”
He lifted her as if she were made of porcelain, those Alpha hands—once used to wipe away my tears—now cradled her waist like she was something precious.
Then, at last, his gaze landed on me. Cold as a blade.
“Apologize, Sharon!” he barked. “Have I spoiled you so much that you think you can bully your own packmates? If something happened to her, the entire Northern Alliance would be implicated!”
I raised my head and looked at him without flinching, my voice deathly calm.
“She’s the one who should apologize.” I said coldly. “She insulted my father. Or have you forgotten? You swore to always stand by me, Alpha Victor. Even if the entire Council opposed you.”
A flicker of unease crossed his eyes.
“I did promise your father I’d protect you,” he said quietly, “but not when you lay hands on Bianca.”
I let out a hollow laugh.
In a world where bloodlines and politics ruled the pack, oaths meant nothing.
A sudden wave of dizziness swept over me. I staggered. Then everything went black.
When I woke, the sharp scent of disinfectant filled the air.
The private doctor stood by the bedside, packing up her equipment.
“Congratulations, Luna,” she said with a warm smile. “You’re pregnant. The fetus is stable, but I’d recommend avoiding stress for now.”
I froze, instinctively placing a hand over my abdomen. A new life… was growing inside me.
For five years, I’d imagined what it might be like to have a child with Alpha Victor. But never did I expect this child to come at my loneliest, most forsaken moment.
My phone buzzed. It was a message from him:
[The doctor says you just need rest.]
[Once you apologize to Bianca, I’ll send someone to pick you up.]
I stared at the two lines, then quietly turned off the phone.
“Luna, Alpha has arranged for further examination. Please follow me,” the doctor said softly.
I got up and followed her toward another observation room.
But just then, Bianca’s voice slithered through the air like a serpent.
“So I heard you’re pregnant? Hah. I really underestimated you.”
I turned to face her, catching the smug triumph in her smile.
“Do you know why you couldn’t get pregnant for five years?”
My stomach twisted.
“It was me. I told Alpha Victor that if you had a child, the Elders would take your side,” she said with a cruel smirk. “He was afraid of your influence, so he made you take daily calcium supplements… that were actually contraceptives.”
She leaned in, her voice a whisper from the abyss:
“Did you really think he wanted you pregnant? You’ve only ever been a pawn, Sharon. A means to keep the factions in balance.”
I stood frozen, expressionless.
“It doesn’t matter.” I replied softly.
She clearly hadn’t expected my composure. She faltered.
I turned to leave. But then—
Bang!
A feral force slammed into my back. I crashed into the marble staircase railing and lost my footing, tumbling down the cold stone steps.
Pain and blood exploded inside me. My abdomen burned with an agonizing tear.
That child—Alpha Victor’s child—was gone.
My last vulnerability… shattered.
After the surgery, I woke into silence.
I sat up slowly and placed the divorce papers—already signed—on the bedside table.
No tears.
No second thoughts.
I pulled on my coat and walked out of the Northern Territory’s private hospital. My steps carried me directly to the airport.
Just as the boarding announcement echoed overhead, my phone lit up with one final message from Alpha Victor:
[I can’t believe you defied Bianca.]
[You’ve shown none of the grace and patience a Luna should have.]
[Swallow your pride and apologize!]
I stared at the words.
And suddenly, my heart felt weightless.
No pain. No longing.
Only the beginning—
of a complete awakening.
