To Save His Omega, My Alpha Caused Seven Miscarriages

I sat in the bridal chamber of the Goldenflame pack’s ceremonial hall, dressed in full wedding attire. The gown felt heavier than armor.

In my hand was the ceremonial mate ring Alpha Liam had given me. My fingers were ice-cold.

Then my phone buzzed.

I tapped it out of reflex.

[Image] — Alpha Liam and Omega Shirley beneath the Moon Tree, their blood marks merged.

[Text] — “I’m sorry. I love her.”

I stood up. The hem of my dress scraped loudly against the floor.

“What’s going on?” my bridesmaid Ayla rushed over.

I handed her the phone. Her face went pale in an instant.

“He… they… How could he?! This is your wedding!”

I said nothing. Outside, the ceremonial drums continued, slow and pounding.

“Let’s go.” I adjusted my veil and headed for the altar.

As I stepped out, the entire hall fell into silence.

The guests turned to me — all eyes wide, the altar empty.

No Alpha Liam. No groom.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“I heard the wedding’s off.”

“Seriously? What about the bride?”

I kept walking. No one came to help me. No one dared speak.

Suddenly, a long wolf’s howl cut through the air.

Thundering hooves followed.

The grand ceremonial doors slammed open.

A squad of black-cloaked warriors rode in. Leading them was a man in the Nightfog Pack’s battle armor — Alpha Adrian.

“What are you doing here?” a Goldenflame elder barked.

He ignored the elder and strode straight toward me. Then, before everyone, he dropped to one knee.

“Marry me, Luna Ivy. I’ll give you half of the Nightfog Pack.”

He didn’t speak immediately. His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering.

“You’ve been crying,” he said softly, like it was both an observation and a confession.

“Marry me, Luna Ivy. I’ll give you half of the Nightfog Pack.”

He paused. “Not because you’re convenient,” he added in a low voice, “but because you’re worthy.”

I searched his face for mockery. Instead, I saw something that looked like restrained pain. Not a performance—something real.

The hall exploded.

“What?! The Nightfog Alpha is proposing?!”

“Right now?!”

I stared at him. His lips curled slightly, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

“I’m not your fated mate.”

“You are.” His gaze pierced mine. “I felt the bond resonate.”

“Now’s not the time for games,” I said coldly.

He lifted a hand. One of his guards brought forward a projection orb.

“Let me show you something. We’ve had feelings for a long time.”

The images flashed—me training with my sword, sitting alone under the moon, feeding wolf pups.

Each frame soft, quiet, carefully edited to look like a long-term crush.

“You spied on me?” I gritted my teeth.

“I protected you,” he said smoothly.

Goldenflame elders glared at me.

“Luna Ivy, what is this?” one demanded.

“I’ve never had any personal involvement with the Nightfog Alpha,” I said firmly.

Alpha Adrian straightened and faced the crowd. “Then let it start today.”

And just like that, my wedding turned into a spectacle.

My life was rewritten in front of hundreds of watching eyes.

That night, I sat in a strange room in the Nightfog estate — my new “home.”

Alpha Adrian walked in.

“Getting used to it?” he asked.

I said nothing.

He stepped behind me and gently removed my headdress. “You should rest.”

He stood behind me, hands removing the ceremonial headdress gently.

“You should rest.”

His fingers brushed past my temple, pausing for a moment.

“Ivy,” he murmured, “you looked beautiful today.”

I turned. “You don’t need to fake sweet words.”

He studied me in silence. “Not sweet words. Just truth. You don’t need anyone to validate you—you shine on your own.”

Then, quieter: “I was just too late to see it.”

I turned to face him. “You planned this from the beginning, didn’t you?”

He didn’t deny it. “Since the day you agreed to marry Alpha Liam.”

“So, everything—including that video?” I stepped closer. “It was all staged?”

“You planned all of this, didn’t you?” I asked.

He didn’t deny it. “Since the day you agreed to marry Alpha Liam.”

“But you noticed me long before that, didn’t you?”

His eyes flickered.

“The first time… it was when you trained alone outside the Moon Temple. You thought no one saw.”

“How long have you been watching me?”

He let out a soft breath. “Too long. At first, I thought it was curiosity.”

He hesitated, voice dropping. “But later… the name I called out in my dreams—it was yours.”

His voice remained calm. “You think I did this just for romance? No, Luna Ivy. I did it for the bond written in the stars.”

I scoffed. “And what about her?”

I showed him the portrait I had found in his study—Omega Shirley at fifteen.

On the back, it said: “My one and only in this life.”

He hesitated for half a second.

“She’s just an old friend,” he said casually.

“You’re a good liar,” I muttered.

The next morning, I felt a wave of nausea.

I rushed to the washroom, retching into the basin.

Alpha Adrian entered soon after, holding a steaming bowl.

“Drink this. It’s an herbal fertility tonic.”

I took it from him, watching his hands tremble slightly.

I looked up. “What are you afraid of?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he smiled faintly. “Afraid you won’t drink it.”