Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends

5 years ago:

“I’m pregnant,” I stated.

“It’s not my baby. You must have gotten pregnant by someone else. Abort it,” Alpha Baxter hissed.

“Why would I make a baby with an omega like you? My beta mate will give me an heir,” Alpha Graham scoffed, his eyes cold.

“And even if it is mine, give it up for adoption. I don’t want him calling me daddy,” Alpha Elgin sneered, wrinkling his nose.

5 Years Later:

“Please! Let me be a part of my baby’s life,” Alpha Baxter pleaded, his voice breaking.

“My mate can’t conceive. I want my child to know me and to call me father.” Alpha Graham requested.

“I would hate for my baby to call someone else daddy in front of me,” alpha Elgin whispered, choking back emotion.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to abort them? How can you claim them now?” I spat, locking eyes with them.

..

Living as an omega was never easy for Madeline, but she survived with the support of her three alpha best friends. They protected her, cared for her, and made her feel valued, until they discovered she found them attractive, which changed everything.

Desire took over, and they claimed her, only to cast her aside once they had what they wanted. When Madeline learned she was pregnant, she turned to them, only to be rejected and told to end the pregnancy.

Betrayed and heartbroken, she fled the pack to protect herself and her unborn children. Years later, Madeline stands strong, raising three children who carry the DNA of the alphas who abandoned her. Now the alphas regret the choices they made, but Madeline knows one thing for certain—her children will never call them “daddy.”

1-Pregnant By My Alpha Best Friends

Madeline:

"You're pregnant, Madeline." The doctor sat in her seat, her eyes fixed on me as she pointed to the reports on the table. My heart stopped. I had suspected it when I missed my period, but I hadn’t dared to accept the truth.

"Do you know who the baby's father is? Is it your fated mate?" she asked in a soft but firm tone, tapping the tip of her pen on the reports.

I was shaking under my oversized hoodie, my sleeves pulled so far down that only the tips of my fingers were visible.

Waiting for the results had knotted me with anxiety, and now that they were in front of me, even breathing felt heavy.

My mind spun with a thousand questions. What would happen to me now? The doctor would tell the alpha, and then what would happen?

My heart sank. The council would be furious. An 18-year-old girl without a wolf or mate getting pregnant was enough to shake the entire pack. That was unacceptable. The doctor’s eyes said it all, she was judging me.

"Tell me, Madeline, you do know you are the daughter of an omega, right? And they spend their entire life savings on your education, and this is how you repay them. Does your mother know you are pregnant?" she hissed, her eyes crunched in disgust.

She wouldn’t speak to a beta, gamma, or alpha’s daughter this way, but I was just an omega’s daughter. Of course, she felt no empathy for me.

I started nervously fidgeting with my fingers.

"Madeline, do you even know who the father of your baby is?" Her voice snapped louder this time, but what cut deepest was that she was right.

I didn’t know who the father of my baby was.

Two Months Ago:

"Happy birthday, Madeline!" Alpha Elgin sang in the sweetest tone, while Alpha Graham and Alpha Baxter clapped along. It meant so much that my three best friends had come to celebrate my 18th birthday.

"So, what did you wish for, Madeline?" Alpha Graham asked, his green eyes sparkling. His black hair fell perfectly over his forehead, a little messy in that effortlessly handsome way.

Every time I looked at him, my heart skipped a beat. But I doubted he ever noticed me that way. To him, I was just the silly little friend he had known since we were too young to understand love.

"If I tell you my wish, it won’t come true," I said with a small smile, feeling shy around them. All three were powerful Alphas from large packs–over six feet five, muscular, and very handsome.

"Okay, fine. Don’t tell us your wish," Alpha Baxter said, his gray eyes fixed on me. "Just tell us, did you find your mate today?"

My heart started racing, and I was confused. Why was I attracted to all three of them? They were my best friends. A crush was supposed to be for just one person, right? But I felt differently around each of them.

"No, I still haven’t found my fated mate. But my wolf isn’t awake yet either," I murmured, shrugging. Sadness washed over me.

"Alright, enough," Alpha Elgin said, smiling. "Why are we sitting around talking about mates when she already has three friends here? What does she need a mate for?" His blue eyes flicked to Graham and Baxter. "Let’s not spoil the mood. We’re here to celebrate her birthday. Let’s make it special."

"Hold on, Elgin. I don’t agree with that," Graham said, but after a moment, he leaned back, stretching with a quiet yawn. As he did, his shirt shifted slightly, and I glimpsed his abs.

His pants sat a bit low on his hips, showing the waistband of his underwear and his V-line. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t resist.

"She will need a mate eventually," Graham said after stretching. "The three of us are her friends, but a friend can never replace a fated mate." He adjusted his shirt, and I had to force myself to focus on his words.

"Don’t get me wrong," he added, "I’ll always stand by her, but some things only a mate can do." He sat back on the bed, his gaze intense and focused on me.

"What things?" I asked, unsure what he meant. They exchanged a glance, then looked back at me.

"Tell me," I pressed, still confused. Baxter glanced at Graham and smirked.

"Who will help you with your body heat, Madeline? You’ll need a mate for that," Baxter said, leaning across the small table with the cake. The way he said it, looking straight at me, made my heart race.

We were alone at my house; my family wouldn’t be back until the next evening.

"Oh, look, she’s blushing," Graham teased, poking my cheek lightly. His voice lowered, losing some of its teasing tone. I looked down, and they all laughed.

"Okay, you’re getting ahead of yourselves. Her mate or not, we’re here for her," Elgin said, stopping their laughter. I looked at them, noticing how closely they were watching me.

"I mean," he continued, "isn’t it easier with friends? She might feel more comfortable with us, and we can be gentle." Elgin got up and sat beside me on the sofa, making me squeeze into the corner.

He placed his hand on my thigh, and my heart sank.

"I agree. We can make you more comfortable than some stranger claiming to be your mate." Baxter, agreeing with Elgin, left me shocked.

For a moment, I thought they were joking. I never imagined they could look at me like that.

"I don’t understand," I said softly.

"Let me explain," Elgin whispered, leaning close while the others watched. "Let us be your first. We will be gentle with your pussy." The moment he said that, I understood what they meant.

Call it my desire for their attention or the result of a long-time crush, but I gave in. I remember them taking turns, and I felt every moment with them. Their whispers and promises to never leave me made me feel confident being with all of them.

The night ended, and we all fell asleep. I hoped to wake up with them beside me, holding onto the promises they made.

But I woke alone, wrapped in a blanket and naked underneath. I sat up quickly, confused and shocked. They were gone.

The worst part came when I checked my phone and realized they had all blocked me.

Present Time:

"Madeline, I asked you something. Do you know who the father is?" Doctor Willow’s voice thundered as she slammed her hand on the table. The sound snapped me out of my thoughts.

I slowly lifted my head and met her eyes. What I saw shocked me. She was angry and disgusted.

I was trapped in something far bigger than I had imagined. I was pregnant, with no clue which of the three was the father.

And the three who had promised to stand by me were nowhere in sight. They were gone.

2-They Demand An Abortion

Madeline:

"Now, either you bring the baby’s father to my office, or I’ll send these reports to your parents and the Alpha. Do you understand me? Now get the fuck out of my office, you filth!"

I recalled the doctor’s harsh words and shivered. I had left her office an hour ago and had been standing on the road in the cold, hugging myself. I couldn’t bring myself to move or speak to anyone. I was embarrassed by how she treated me.

It was my first pregnancy. I was young and innocent. In the pack, I was known as the quiet, shy, soft-spoken girl–the goody-two-shoes who couldn’t stand up for herself.

That was what hurt the most. The very people who had once told me my softness and innocence would never be my weakness had taken advantage of me.

I wanted to cry. I stood outside the hospital, my hair tucked into my hoodie, rubbing my eyes to wipe away the tears that wouldn’t stop. I brushed them away again with my sleeves when they returned.

I wore an old knee-length white dress under a gray oversized hoodie, Graham’s hoodie, the one he had given me. It hurt that after everything they did, I still missed them.

I couldn’t contact them. Summer had started, the academy was on break, and they had blocked me. The training academy was at the border of our pack, where I used to see them every day. With vacation starting, there was no way to reach them.

Then I remembered the doctor’s threat. I had to go to the alphas. There was no other option.

After searching for an hour, I found a post on social media showing the three alphas at the birthday celebration of my pack’s alpha.

I wasn’t invited. No Omega ever was unless they were handling chores or serving drinks.

I stood outside Alpha’s house with difficulty. I convinced the guard to let me in by showing pictures of Alpha Graham, Alpha Baxter, and Alpha Elgin on my phone as proof that I was their friend.

Inside, people stared at me for being underdressed, but I didn’t care. I was too worried. I found the alpha of my pack, alpha Ron, who still believed I was close with the three other alphas.

When I said I wanted to see Alpha Graham, he told me to go to the backyard, not wanting someone in old clothes inside his mansion to spoil the party.

And then Alpha Graham came out. He wore a leather jacket, his beautiful eyes shining, but his face showed a harsh reaction. He scowled, clearly unhappy to see me.

“What are you doing here? Did you tell the Alpha you came to see me? Why? When I blocked you, it meant I wanted no connection with you.”

The moment he saw me, he started yelling.

Honestly, I was terrified. I had never seen him yell at me like that. Graham had always been hot-headed, rude to others, but around me, he had always been sweet. That made me feel special. But tonight, everything was different. To him, I was just like everyone else.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

The moment I said it, his anger seemed to fade. Instead of rage, he looked stunned. He took a step back, then quickly straightened, ready to argue again.

“Why are you telling me? Tell the baby’s father,” he said harshly, as if he didn’t realize he could be the father himself.

“That’s why I came–to talk to all three of you. The father has to be one of you.” My voice broke, but I forced the words out. I knew it was important to tell them tonight about my pregnancy.

Graham exploded the minute I said that.

“What? Me? How could it be me? Ask Baxter, ask Elgin. Not me. I didn’t do anything. I was careful that night.”

He lied straight to my face. None of them had been careful. None of them had used protection.

He stepped back, glaring, then pulled out his phone. “Baxter, get to the backyard now. Bring Elgin. You two can deal with this mess—it’s not mine,” he shouted.

I had never seen Graham like that. He looked monstrous, veins pulsing, biceps straining against his jacket. Terrified, I pressed against the wall, feeling weak in my knees.

Moments later, Baxter arrived.

“What the hell, man? You dragged me out of the party—” He stopped when his eyes landed on me.

“What’s she doing here?” he asked Graham, pointing at me. Both their faces carried the same disgust. The eyes that once held love were gone.

“Tell him what you told me!” Graham shouted and I flinched.

“I’m pregnant,” I whispered while trembling in my body.

Baxter’s eyes widened, matching the shock and fear on Graham’s face.

“It’s not mine. I didn’t do anything. Elgin was pumping nonstop in your pussy that night, ask him!” He suddenly pointed at Elgin, who seemed to have caught half the conversation already.

“Why are you blaming me?” Elgin yelled, rushing out to the backyard and pointing at me. “How do we even know how many men she’s slept with after us?”

Now all three of them stood before me, each towering over six-foot-five, their massive frames surrounding me. I was just one small, trembling girl.

The words and tones they were using for me were like a tight slap against my cheek to wake me up from my delusions. I had a crush on these alphas, what a disappointment I had been.

“You’re questioning my character? You know it was the three of you, only you, and no one before that or after!” I finally shouted, anger breaking through my fear.

Before I could breathe, Graham slammed his fist against the wall beside me. The sound made me freeze, and I pressed against the wall, too stunned to move.

“Don’t you fucking raise your voice at me,” he said, the warning was clear to me, that the next punch could land on my face. Graham leaned in close, pointing his finger at me.

“But what do we do now? What kind of trouble is she dragging us into?” Elgin said, gently grabbing Graham’s arm and pulling him back. Then all three of them stared at me again.

“If you don’t believe me, I can get a DNA test.” My voice was steady, and my confidence in my claim was clear. For a moment, they seemed to realize I wasn’t lying. One of them had to be the father of my child.

The three of them stepped aside for a moment, whispering among themselves. Then they sent Baxter to face me first, the other two following close behind.

He walked up slowly, hands shoved into his pockets, and the words he spoke carved themselves into my memory forever.

“What do you think about an abortion?”

3-The Helpless Pregnant Teen

Madeline:

Silent tears slipped down my face, my lips trembling.

“There’s no need to be so dramatic,” Elgin said quickly when he saw me crying.

“You’re only eighteen, we’re all still young too. Do you really want us to raise a baby already?” He then added with a confident look on his face.

“He’s right. I know someone who can take care of it. No one will ever find out. You can go back to living your life.” Baxter nodded in agreement.

“It’s for the best, Madeline. If you do this, we can go back to being friends. But you have to get rid of the problem. If my father finds out, he’ll lose it. He’d never accept an omega like you as the mother of my child. Think about it–this is in your best interest.” Graham, his anger now controlled, spoke as if he were reasoning with me.

Listening to them, I burned with anger at myself for ever letting it come to this.

Just then, a message lit up my phone. I glanced down and froze. It was from the doctor,

Dr. Willow: I’ve sent your reports to the Alpha. He’s about to call your family. I cannot allow acts like this in my pack. It’s my responsibility to report any unlawful behavior and make sure girls like you face the consequences.

My hands nearly dropped the phone, but I clutched it tightly and shut my eyes.

“What’s the problem, Madeline?” Baxter cut in quickly. “If you want to keep the baby, you can. We’re not forcing you. We’ll even give you money. But we won’t give this baby our name.”

By then, I knew it was too late. The issue wasn’t whether I could afford to raise the child. The real problem was that the pack’s Alpha and the council would never let me keep it, unless someone powerful claimed the baby. And these three had made it clear they never would.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said quietly. When I looked up, all three of them were frowning in confusion.

“Fine, take her to the guest room,” Baxter said. I turned from the backyard and started walking back inside, the three of them trailing behind me.

By then I knew they weren’t going to let me go easily. Not until I promised to keep their secret, never telling anyone about this baby.

As soon as I stepped into the guest room bathroom, I locked the door and broke down in tears. But even through my sobs, I heard their voices outside.

“I’m not going to be the father of some omega’s baby,” Baxter complained.

“You think I want to?” Elgin snapped. “I have Alpha’s daughters lining up for me, and look at this—she shows up on my doorstep like a curse.”

Their words cut deep, making me feel like nothing more than garbage.

“She did this on purpose. I know it,” Graham said, throwing all the blame on me.

“So what do we do now? If my mother finds out, she’ll kill her,” Elgin muttered.

That was the truth for all three of them. Their families were rich, powerful, and arrogant. They would never accept me.

And in that moment, I realized I had only one option left— to lie.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, they were waiting for me, their eyes fixed on mine. Before they could say anything else and sink lower in my eyes, I made it easy for them.

“My period started,” I said.

Relief washed over their faces. Baxter and Elgin looked at each other and laughed.

“Really?” Graham asked, his smile wide. The brighter they grinned, the deeper it hurt.

“Then why did you come to us with this news and cause so much stress? You should have confirmed it first. Just because you missed your period once did not mean you were pregnant. Damn it!” Baxter grunted, relief washing over his face, but also frustration.

“I’ll just go home now. My flow is heavy, I’ll need pads,” I muttered. They exchanged glances and nodded.

“Yeah, go on,” Graham said with an eye roll.

As I walked between them, one last question burned inside me. I turned to face them.

“You said if the baby wasn’t there, we could be friends again. Is that true?”

I didn’t ask because I wanted their friendship. I asked because I needed to see what kind of people I had trusted.

“You really think after dodging a mess this big, we’d take you back as a friend?” Graham sneered.

“Yeah,” Baxter added, smirking. “We’ve got better things to do than hang around with some omega.”

That left Elgin, who only smirked wider. “Are you insane? It took us this long to finally get rid of you.”

Their words cut like knives, but I only gave them a broken smile.

“I knew it. I just wanted to hear it from your mouths.”

With that, I turned away. I didn’t wait for their reactions. I walked out of the guest room, through the mansion, and straight out the door.

But the nightmare wasn’t over.

The moment I reached home, my stepmother was waiting at the door. I already knew the council and the doctor must have called her. No matter what lies I had told earlier, with her, I would be forced to confess the truth.

As soon as I stepped inside, she slammed the door shut behind me.

“She’s home!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the house, calling my half-sister and my father, who were already in the kitchen whispering about me.

The second they heard I was back, they stormed out, fury written all over their faces. My father didn’t even pause. The moment he reached me, his hand flew across my cheek, striking me so hard I couldn’t even tell where I was standing for a few seconds.

“What kind of filthy things have you been doing, Mad Madeline? Are you trying to drag my name through the mud?” my father shouted.

He stood there in nothing but a vest and trousers, a belt twisted tightly in his hands. The way he gripped it made it look like he was ready to whip me at any moment.

“I told you not to give her so much freedom. What was the point of sending her to school anyway?” my half-sister said. She was older than me, but she never tried to guide me or treat me like a sister. Instead, she whispered poison into my father’s ears.

“She’s turning out just like her mother –a whore,” my stepmother snapped.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and swallow my tears first.

“I just want to go to my room and rest,” I said.

The moment the words left my mouth, my father stepped forward to strike me again. But this time, I raised a finger at him and shouted,

“Don’t you dare lay a hand on me. Do you understand?”

Their faces drained of color. For the first time, they realized I wasn’t the voiceless girl they could beat down whenever they wanted.

Maybe I still wouldn’t have found the strength to raise my voice for myself, but I had to do it for my baby. Their abuse could hurt more than just me now.

With that thought, I started climbing the stairs to my room on the second floor. But no sooner had I closed the door than I heard my father rushing after me, ready to pound on it.

Then my stepmother’s whisper stole my attention.

“Don’t say anything yet. Soon, all the omegas will be leaving to take gifts for Alpha’s birthday. When the omega side of the pack is empty, we’ll push her down the stairs. No one will hear her scream, and by the time the council arrives three days from now, the baby will be gone. We’ll be spared the humiliation.”

She thought she was speaking softly enough that I wouldn’t hear, but I heard every word. My hands went cold, my legs felt weak. There was only one option left for me now—I had to run away from the pack.

I waited a moment before hearing my family leave through the front door. I knew they wouldn’t be gone long. They were only outside to be seen by the rogues, making sure people could later say they had been present so it would look like I had fallen down the stairs on my own.

As soon as they left, I climbed out the window. My best friends had taught me how during their visits, but the memory now felt poisoned. I never imagined they would betray me.

I carried a small bag with the little money I had managed to save and carefully climbed down the back of the house. It was dark, and in the distance I could hear songs praising the Alpha. Pulling my hoodie over my face, I ran into the woods instead of taking the road.

There was only one place left for me to go: the human world, where werewolves without wolves were cast out.

At the docks, people were loading cargo. Among them were others like me—banished, stripped of their wolves, abandoned by their families. They looked broken, told that werewolf land was too sacred for them.

I slipped into the line, trembling. A drunken guard staggered past, not bothering to check. No one wanted to go to the human world, the stories of what happened there were too grim.

That’s why no one watched the line closely. If someone was desperate enough to leave, they were considered pathetic and doomed.

But I boarded willingly.

As the ship pulled away, I looked back at my home, tears filling my eyes.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter who the father is. From now on, I’ll be both father and mother to you,” I whispered, playing a hand on my belly. I promised myself that I would survive in the human land and prove it could be done.

4-Going Back Home Like A New Woman

Madeline:

Five Years Later:

“And the award for the best research doctor goes to Madeline Sawyer” The crowd erupted in cheers at the announcement.

I smiled as I stood in my office, twirling a pen between my fingers while watching the replay of yesterday’s ceremony. I did not attend the ceremony but I received my award later with gifts and bouquets.

I wasn’t the same Madeline people once knew. When I first came to the human world, I was a hopeless teenager without a home. Now, I carried an empire on my shoulders. Some even called me the queen of the human land.

I wore a gray suit with a pencil skirt and high stilettos. My hair was perfectly curled, my makeup flawless. I kept a stylist and makeup artist on standby both at home and at the office, not out of vanity, but because my schedule was packed with back-to-back meetings. People praised me constantly, and magazines never stopped putting my face on their covers.

My personal assistant, the one I couldn’t fire for many reasons, sat in front of me watching me smile at the TV until I shut it off and gave him my attention.

"What is this, Mr. Bruno?" I asked, pointing at the file on the table.

"There are concerns in the werewolf community. A disease is spreading, and they’ve sent us emails and letters requesting your attention," he said, adjusting his suit.

This was the tenth time we’d had this conversation, and my answer was always the same.

"And why do you have a file prepared for this? You know we don’t work well with them. They cast us out. Every human here was once from a werewolf land, thrown out because we didn’t have active wolves, because we were too weak to stay. And now that they want our attention, you’re preparing files for them?" I snapped, reminding him how much it angered me.

"Madeline, I'm not saying you're wrong about their hostility toward those the alphas considered unfit, but there are plenty of those that weren’t as harsh as the Pack officials or the council," Mr. Bruno said, shifting in his seat.

"So don't think you're trying to help the alphas but those helpless creatures, those who were once our loved ones. I'm pretty sure everyone here left someone behind who wasn't the reason they were leaving." he took a brief pause.

"Well, I want you to help the werewolf land," he said, point-blank. "In return, they are offering us a great deal of help," he added with a smile and I raised my eyebrows.

"Help? What makes them think we want their help? We're doing far better here than we were there. We don't need anything from them," I hissed, staring him in the eye.

"Don't forget, Mr. Bruno, I'm the head of the research institute for a reason. I know what I'm doing. Take the file and discard it. We will not be sending them any help. Do you hear me?" I slid the file back to him after delivering my decision.

I leaned back in my chair, rocking slightly as I watched his face tighten. He did not understand the simplest thing. The last time they sent help, they sent expired goods that made our people sick. They'd only changed the labels, falsely marking them "safe" and extending the expiry dates.

After that, we refused their help. It's been three years since we've asked for anything from them. Humans have learned to fight back. When I arrived, I realized the stories about human suffering were lies. This place was much better for us, the weak ones, than the werewolf land.

When he finally left, I sighed and stood, straightening my suit. My office was on the third floor, with a private door that connected directly to my condo. I opened it, stepped inside, and hurried downstairs. Someone special was arriving.

At the door I stood with my hands resting on my abdomen, a wide smile on my lips. The maids and staff had gathered, holding refreshments and anything that might be needed.

The door opened and three little children rushed in, their school bags bouncing as they ran toward me, grinning from ear to ear.

I knelt down in my stilettos and spread my arms. They crashed into me and I wrapped them in a tight hug.

"Mom, you look so good in grey," my daughter said, her bright green eyes shining.

I smiled at them and then looked at all three. For a moment the same hesitation I always felt crept over me. They carried their fathers' features too clearly.

I didn't even need a DNA test to know who their fathers were. It was a shock when they were born. Ellara, with her blue eyes, was Elgin's daughter, Gina's sparkling green eyes came from Graham, and Bodhi, with his grey eyes, resembled Baxter.

None of that mattered; they weren't their fathers' children, they were mine. I would never tell anyone they were those alphas' kids, they'd be called freaks for being born at the same time carrying different DNA’s.

I carried them to their shared bedroom on the second floor. For now I didn't want them to have separate rooms, I wanted them to grow close and build their bond.

The girls' beds were in the corners and Bodhi's was in the middle, each bed beneath a large window. The room was spacious, filled with every toy they could ever want.

After they changed, Bodhi sat while I fixed his hair. That's when I noticed Ellara and Gina standing together, whispering.

“You’re not going to share it with Mommy?” I asked, smiling.

Ellara stepped forward. “Actually, Bodhi was in a lot of pain today.”

Her meek voice froze me.

“Why, what happened?” I set the comb down and cupped his face. He looked pale, his usual energy gone. Normally, Bodhi was loud, playful, always carrying his sisters’ school bags inside.

“He said he kept hearing wolves howling. But Mommy! there weren’t any wolves,” Gina spoke softly.

The words hit me like ice. My chest tightened, and all I could think about were the emails I’d ignored. The werewolf council had warned me of a strange illness spreading among their young.

Many were hearing howls before their wolves awakened too early, and then dying because of it.

Fear clawed through me. For the first time, I wondered if I had made a terrible mistake by refusing to help them.

I pressed my kids for every detail about Bodhi. After gathering what I needed, I helped them with food, tucked them in for a nap, and rushed back to my office.

After I called Mr. Bruno in with the file, I snatched it from him, shot him a look, and sat down to flip through the pages. The symptoms matched Bodhi's exactly. My chest rose and fell as panic set in.

"There are a lot of children who have died," I said quietly, trying to steady my breath.

"Yeah, many," he confirmed, taking a seat. "Is that why you're suddenly interested? Because you're a mother—" He stopped when I gave him a sharp look. At least he had given me a cover story.

"Did they mention any treatments or a way to delay the deaths?" I asked, watching him closely. He shook his head sadly.

"They’ve found a temporary solution, but they refuse to share it with us unless we help them."

Terror gripped me because that meant the only way was to help them now.

"Then we will help them," I said, trying to cover the hesitation in my voice.

Bruno studied me, clearly trying to figure out why my attitude had changed so suddenly, why my face had gone pale, but he had no idea.

My children meant everything to me. If I had to work with the same people who ruined me, I would, as long as it saved Bodhi. I needed their temporary solution so I could create a permanent cure.

"Actually," Bruno added, clearing his throat, "they don’t want help from here. They want you to visit, stay there, and work with them on their terms."

I clenched my fists under the file. Bodhi's symptoms pointed to initial stage. How had I missed it? Tears stung my eyes and guilt hit me hard. What kind of mother doesn't notice when her child is slipping away?

I took a sharp breath, nodded, and straightened my posture.

"Prepare the ships. We leave in two days," I announced, taking a bold step for my children.

5-Am I The Father Of Her Children?

Alpha Graham:

I sat uncomfortably at the table, watching my father tap his fingers. Even after I had taken over the Alpha title and spent years running the pack, his influence remained strong because he had secured himself a seat in the council's head community.

"When are you two giving us good news?" he asked. My stepmother rolled her eyes, staring at her phone a little too intensely.

"Do you really want to know when we're going to give you an heir, when young ones in our pack are dying?" I shot back, so he wouldn't ask again, so I wouldn't have to tell him that we had taken another test that morning, and once again it was negative.

My wife sat beside me, the fork in her hand barely holding any food. After finding out she wasn’t pregnant again, she told me she had lost her appetite. Being a royal beta's daughter, people had placed high hopes on her when we married. Everyone believed our children would be the most powerful, but years passed and all we met was disappointment.

"About that," my father said, clearing his throat. "Some research head woman is coming to our pack today from the human land." I let out a deep breath of relief at my father’s words.

"Finally, they've responded," I said, hissing and shaking my head. Ever since humans started doing well, they've acted like they're better than us.

Lately I've been annoyed at everything and everyone. With young ones dying and suffering in my pack, I couldn't sleep or do anything.

And then there was Kaylee, my mate. Every time I tried to make her understand that we could wait, that maybe it wasn't the right time for us to have a child, she would snap at me.

She wanted a baby and she wanted it fast. She didn't even care that it could be dangerous right now, because the young ones' lives were at risk.

"Well, I hope you welcome her well," my father suggested. "She also sent a list of rules, so make sure they're followed. As for your best friends, inform them as well. I want everyone to make this woman's stay welcoming so she'll take full interest in finding a cure. Remember, son, she's a miraculous woma,; everyone in the human world talks about her, and the rumors aren't lies."

He was obsessed with this research head woman. There wasn't much information about her; people just called her ‘Miss MS.’

We tried to get information from the human land, but they had stopped broadcasting to the werewolf community years ago. Magazines and newspapers didn't reach us either. Maybe this collaboration, getting help from them, will finally reopen the doors between us once again.

And probably this time we'll make sure they don't fucking try to shun us and that they remember we are above them. That was the plan.

"We'll make sure we get as much advantage from this lady and fool her into thinking we'll be nice afterward," I mumbled, watching my father give me a proud look now that I was speaking his language.

He had shaped me well, transformed me into the alpha I am today. My father did not like weak people.

After breakfast I had no intention of going back to my room to listen to Kaylee complain again. I had a bigger task at hand. I had to meet this woman and see what all the fuss was about.

Was she really that competent? Or was she just hyped up by humans to make us beg them to come help us?

After I changed into a black suit, I left for the docks where she was arriving. It was a strange day, sunny in the early morning, then clouds moved in, and there was an odd unease in the air I couldn't place.

I didn't mention it to anyone, but I had been restless. This meetup mattered, so I straightened my back as a boat pulled up.

The door opened and her personal guards came out with her luggage. She had a lot of stuff, even small, cute bags in pink, purple, and blue.

I frowned and my royal beta, Kaylee's father, stepped closer. I had never displaced him from his spot. After I married Kaylee, Mr. Robinson had secured his position as my royal beta once again.

"She's a mother of three," Mr. Robinson whispered in my ear, and I nodded.

I looked down at the file in my hand, the requests she had listed. It said she would not follow werewolf rules. She wouldn't commit crimes, but she wouldn't follow the usual rules. She would not be questioned.

If she wanted to leave at any moment, she would leave without anyone stopping her. Specifically, she wanted a separate house with her own guards and no warriors nearby.

She did not trust werewolves, which was ironic since we were more powerful and could provide better security. I decided not to dwell on it. From her requests I could tell she thought of herself as important. I couldn't wait to get help from her and show her her place.

After all her luggage was off, she stepped out wearing a white dress that fell to her knees and black stilettos. Her hourglass figure was the first thing I noticed. The minute she stepped off the boat, everyone around me gasped, but my eyes stayed fixed on her face in disbelief.

Her chocolate-brown hair was curled at the ends and blew around in the wind. Her brown eyebrows were shaped perfectly, making her green eyes stand out behind long lashes. Her pouty lips wore red lipstick, and she carried a branded purse. Her hands looked gentle, small, and soft. I couldn't look away.

She reminded me of my past, but this time something was different. She didn't look at me the way she used to. She glanced around casually, then straightened her posture.

"Madeline?" Her name escaped my lips, and my breath hitched. I almost asked myself how it was possible. She stood there so confident, so alive, and so fucking beautiful.

Then small figures appeared behind her, rushing out in cute branded outfits. They could have been models on their own, but they were her children.

I gasped as memories from the past came back to me. All I could ask myself was, who were these kids? Who had she conceived them with? Were they my children?

6-Sadly, He Failed Again And Again

Madeline:

Everything was rushed, but in two days my people did their best to prepare. I hired good guards to protect me in the werewolf community and laid out the terms and conditions under which I would help the werewolves. My first stop was Alpha Graham's pack, The Dark Silver Pack.

Discussing the visit stirred something in me, but I swallowed all the hatred I felt toward Graham. I promised myself I would look him in the eye and feel nothing. I was certain he would spew hate and refuse my help the moment he saw me, that's how badly our friendship had been ruined.

I packed my children's bags and told them we were returning to a werewolf land where their mother had lived for at least eighteen years. They didn't ask many questions. They weren't completely unaware of werewolves. I had taught them as much as I could.

Even when I lied in the human land about their father's identity, I never forgot the truth. Once they came of age, they'd transition, and then everyone would question whether it was safe to keep them in the human land. It was called human land for a reason. Mixing creatures wasn't allowed. But there was time for that later. For now I had to return.

When I stepped off the ship, I saw him. I held my breath, then lifted my chin. His jaw was stronger and wider now, his black hair even thicker, and his green eyes held a new maturity. He was broader and more like a man than the teen I remembered. Even with all that, he failed to pull at my heartstrings.

Then my children came out, and I hesitated. As I attended to them and held their hands, I noticed Graham's look changed. He was shocked to see me, then devastated when he saw my children. As I took my first step onto the land, my whole body shivered, but I covered it with a confident smile.

"Welcome to Werewolf Land," The royal beta announced, “more specifically, welcome to the Dark Silver Pack." The added with a smile on his lips. I remembered him. He was his father's beta too. I wondered why he hadn't retired. Usually royal betas hand their titles to their children, and if they don't, another beta steps forward as a royal beta.

"Thank you so much," I said to Mr. Robinson, then turned to Alpha Graham.

"I hope your journey was comfortable." Alpha Graham spoke, his voice sent a chill down my spine, but I kept my confident smile, bright enough that I noticed him frown, probably wondering if I recognized him or if I was just a good actor.

"Thank you so much," I replied, carrying neither animosity nor familiarity in my voice.

"Huh, Madeline West," Graham then uttered my name, almost like chewing upon the words while his jaw tightened slightly.

"No, it's Madeline Sawyer," I corrected, and I noticed his frown deepen as he narrowed his eyes, as if questioning why my surname was different.

"Anyway, I would like to visit my home first, the one I requested, and settle in before I join the council and talk about the disease," I requested, looking at Mr. Robinson and avoiding Alpha Graham entirely. I was anxious to move because he was staring at my children.

"Yeah, sure, we've planned it. We prepared cars for your journey to the mansion," Mr. Robinson said. My baby girl held my finger, Bodhi held her hand, and then Ellora held Bodhi's hand. We walked like that, each of us holding the next.

The silence from Alpha Graham was heavy. It had been years since we came face to face. I had almost never thought about him or the others. I had blocked them out of my mind. So when I saw him again, I didn't know how to react.

We sat in the car together to drive to the mansion. Mr. Robinson handled most of the arrangements, and it confused me. What was Graham thinking? I gently pressed a nail between my teeth, confused. I just did not want to deal with anything anymore, and I definitely did not want him to talk about the past.

We arrived at the mansion and I was impressed. They had prepared a beautiful place for us, full of luxury. It was all grey and white marble with a black entertainment center. There were four bedrooms, two on the second floor and two on the ground floor. My babies, as always, decided to go to the second floor, so I took a second-floor room too.

The kitchen was on the first floor. There was an indoor pool and a backyard with swings and slides for my kids. I had already told Mr. Robinson my demands, and it seemed he did a great job.

"Please rest and eat well," Mr. Robinson said. "We will have a meeting tomorrow." I nodded and walked him to the door. As he was leaving, another car came speeding up and stopped in front of the mansion. Alpha Graham stepped out.

Even Mr. Robinson slowed to check on his Alpha. Graham, shoulders were broad as he walked past Robinson and gestured for him to go. Mr. Robinson left reluctantly. Graham entered the mansion and stopped, turning to face me. Nobody else came in.

"Alpha Graham," I uttered, “I thought I will get to rest today,” I tried to make it seem like I wasn’t feeling awkward in his presence but he was heading straight to questions.

"Who are those children?" he asked first. I frowned and folded my arms across my chest to look confident.

"I'm sorry, your concern is who my children's father is?" I asked, giving him a look of disbelief.

"Madeline, you can act like it is not strange that you appear out of nowhere after so many years with children," he hissed, "I demand you tell me the truth. What is going on? Did you come here to convince me of something? After all these years, did you come back to get my attention and be accepted by me?" He pointed a finger at his chest and I started to laugh.

"Wait, you seriously think I came back for you and the children are yours?" I asked, keeping my voice low because my babies were upstairs. I noticed his fists clench. He still carried hatred after all these years.

"Let me clear it up for you. They are not your children. They are my husband's children with me. Is that enough to satisfy you?" As soon as I said that, I watched his body relax and an awkward look form on his face. He went quiet.

"Did you forget I had periods that night?" I asked, hands behind my back and my face tilted with confidence.

"Alpha Graham, it is very disrespectful that you walked in here yelling and throwing accusations. Don't think too highly of yourself. I did not come here for you. I came for the sole purpose of helping the werewolf babies. As a mother, I feel deeply for children. I hope that answers your questions and you'll leave me alone. If my husband heard from the guards that a man was accusing me of lying about our children, it would not be good for my work here. He would want me to come back," I muttered it all in one breath.

His face went pale. The embarrassment of thinking I had come for him was worth watching. He lowered his head and rushed past me, leaving the mansion.

7-My Daughter Is Missing

Madeline:

After I settled into the house, I left the babies in the care of the nanny I brought from the human land so I could attend the dinner at the Dark Silver Pack's mansion. I knew it would be hard for me, and I would feel all sorts of emotions, not because I still had feelings for the men who betrayed me, but because there was too much history.

We once had good times, until they ruined it. So of course I was bound to feel something. I didn’t take my babies with me. I wasn’t comfortable bringing them there, mostly because I knew Graham's father was far from an ideal man.

"I’ve been wondering where I’ve seen you since the minute you entered my mansion," he finally spoke after ten minutes of silence.

The food was impeccable, as always. They dined on luxury while the Omega community suffered with little to nothing. I sat with my back straight in a black knee-length dress.

I had curled my hair and drawn my eyeliner long and sharp. I raised an eyebrow at Mr. Eldon and gave him a cheeky, confident smile.

"Ah, you’re that clingy friend of Graham, aren’t you?"

As soon as he said that, Graham finally lifted his head and leaned back in his seat. He had barely touched his food. He just sat there, elbow on the armrest, fingers grazing his chin and bottom lip.

He kept staring, observing everyone. By everyone, I mean his father, Mr. Robinson, the Royal Beta, and the Royal Beta's daughter sitting beside him. I had no idea why she was there. No introductions were made.

They only said I was the woman sent to research the illness and find a cure. That was their custom. They weren’t allowed to say much before the food, and only once they had eaten halfway did they start talking.

I knew this well. I had been here many times before, always leaving with tears in my eyes.

Alpha Graham's father was the worst. The woman next to him was his new wife. They had married three or four years ago, after I left, but I remembered her vividly. She wore the same bored expression, acrylic nails tapping against the utensils.

“What was her name?” Mr. Eldon snapped his fingers, and I clenched my jaw, but someone else spoke first.

"Madeline West?" Mr. Robinson's daughter asked, raising her head.

"Exactly. That poor girl. Wait, how did it happen? How did you go from being nothing to being so important that we send you millions of emails and you finally respond after laying out terms?" Mr. Eldon tried to look amused, but I knew he was annoyed seeing me sit among them, posture upright.

"Madeline Sawyer," I said, reminding them I no longer went by my father’s name.

"Married?" Mr. Eldon smirked. I nodded, focusing on the steak on my plate.

"You know, Kaylee, Madeline used to come home every night to do your husband’s homework."

The moment Alpha Eldon said those words, my fingers clenched hard around the fork. She was Graham’s wife?

I raised my head to look at her more intently. So this was who he had left me for. He wasn’t ready to settle with me. Now I know why. He had a beta lined up. Why would he choose an omega over a beta?

"Well, if only I had let him do his homework, today he wouldn’t need me here to help with the sickness, right?" I murmured, trying to make a joke, though really I was taunting him.

Graham took a deep breath, lowered his hand, and reached for a glass of wine.

I could tell Mr. Robinson was a little bothered because his daughter kept silently staring at me and occasionally looking over at Graham. I didn't understand why.

Nobody else knew about what had happened in the months before I left, except the Alphas. And I could tell Graham was too disgusted by the idea of sleeping with me to have told anyone, especially his wife. So why was she so bothered?

“Why didn't you bring the children with you?” Mr. Robinson asked, changing the subject in his soft tone. His manners were impeccable. I could tell where Kaylee got her uptight ways.

“Oh, they were tired, so I left them behind. They don’t do well at dinners. They're children, of course,” I said, glancing down at my plate. I didn't want them bringing up my children.

“You have babies? Oh wow! look, a human girl was able to conceive. More than once. And here a royal beta's daughter is dry,” Alpha Eldon shot at Kaylee. She started coughing and covered her mouth.

Her father looked upset by the comment. Honestly, I didn't expect Alpha Eldon to do that to her. I thought she was his favorite because she came from a well-ranked family. But I guess they had problems.

Was Graham having trouble having children with his wife? I wouldn't know. Soon Graham adjusted his posture, reached for his wife's hand, and held it. She suddenly stopped being anxious, as if a wave of comfort had passed over her.

“I will choose my wife over any human or other werewolf, no matter what,” Graham said, looking at his father and daring him not to disrespect her again. Then he looked at me, reminding me he had once rejected me.

It felt like a stab in my chest. I hadn't asked him to sleep with me. They ruined our friendship. They ruined me that night, and then they acted like I was the desperate one.

“That is exactly what my husband says,” I uttered, trying to save face.

Before I could stand and excuse myself, someone else stood up, more clearly hurt than I was.

“Excuse me, I don't want to disrespect you, but the human scent is too much for me and my wolf. I'll be in my room now,” Kaylee said in a harsh, stern tone that humiliated me with sugar-coated words. She walked away, and all I could see was Graham, looking proud of her for insulting me and standing up for herself.

“Anyway, thank you so much for the dinner. I’d like to go. My children are waiting for me,” I retorted in a stern tone, not hiding my dislike for Kaylee's attitude. No one else seemed ready to stand up for me, so I stood up for myself.

I rose, grabbed my purse, and walked toward the door. Dinner was already over, and I could tell Lord Eldon had enjoyed annoying two women with his cockiness while ignoring his young wife completely.

Then my phone rang. The call shook the ground from under my feet.

“Ma’am Madeline, I’ve been trying to look everywhere—for Gina, but she’s not in the mansion,” the nanny told me. The shocking news of my baby girl missing was enough to steal my breath.

“What? How did you lose my daughter?” I cried in panic, raising my voice.

As I turned, I saw Graham standing behind me. He had probably followed me to walk me to the door out of alpha duty, and now he looked just as shocked by the news.