After My Alpha Chose His Mistress Over His Mother

I lunged forward, my shoulder slamming against Alaina's chest. "Move!" I shouted, my voice raw with desperation. "This isn't a game! Margaret is dying!"

Alaina stumbled backward, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment—just a moment—I saw uncertainty flicker across her face.

"Ryan," I pleaded, turning to my mate. "Please, just listen to me. Just for a second."

I closed my eyes, focusing all my energy on re-establishing the mind-link with the hospital. If I could just connect, if the pack could just hear the truth...

"Emergency room to Dr. Lawson," I whispered, projecting my thoughts outward. "We have a Code Red trauma alert. The former Luna has been hit by a car. We need you immediately."

I felt the faintest connection forming—a thread of consciousness reaching out toward the hospital. Hope fluttered in my chest.

Then Ryan's hand clamped down on my shoulder, his fingers digging into my flesh.

"Enough of this charade," he growled, his Alpha aura expanding around us like a suffocating cloud.

I felt it coming—the crushing weight of his Alpha command. But I wasn't prepared for the violence of it.

"SILENCE!" he roared, his voice reverberating through my skull.

The command hit me like a physical blow. I staggered, my knees buckling as the force of his power slammed into my consciousness. Inside me, Lily howled in agony as our connection to the outside world was violently severed.

"Sylvia!" Lily's voice echoed in my mind, growing fainter with each passing second. "Sylvia, I can't reach you anymore!"

I tried to respond, but my thoughts felt thick and sluggish, trapped inside my own head.

"Ryan," I gasped, clutching at my temples. "What have you done?"

His eyes were cold, unmoved by my suffering. "I've blocked your mind-link completely. You won't be able to communicate with anyone—not the hospital, not the pack, not even your precious wolf."

Alaina stepped forward, her lips curved in a triumphant smile. "Now you can't spread your lies."

"I need to get to the hospital," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "Please, Ryan. If you won't believe me, at least let me go."

Ryan's grip tightened on my arm. "You need to learn your place in this pack," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You need to understand that there are consequences for your behavior."

"I'm the Luna!" I protested, my voice breaking. "I'm your mate!"

"No," he said simply. "You're a liar and an embarrassment."

Alaina moved to my other side, her manicured fingers digging into my flesh. "We need to teach her a lesson about pack obedience," she murmured to Ryan.

Before I could react, they began dragging me away from the gala floor. I struggled against their grip, but Ryan's hold was unbreakable.

"Let me go!" I screamed, thrashing wildly. "You're making a terrible mistake!"

The pack members parted before us, their faces a blur of curiosity and discomfort. Some looked away, embarrassed by the spectacle. Others watched with undisguised fascination.

"Stop this!" I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming. "His mother is dying!"

Ryan and Alaina ignored my pleas as they hauled me through the crowd. The whispers followed us like shadows:

"Is this really necessary?"

"What did she do?"

"Poor Luna..."

But no one intervened. No one dared to challenge their Alpha.

They dragged me down the grand staircase, away from the music and laughter of the gala. The further we moved from the ballroom, the more my hope faded.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded, my voice trembling.

Neither of them answered as they pulled me down a narrow corridor toward the packhouse kitchens. The sounds of the gala grew fainter with each step.

"Ryan, please," I sobbed, my strength fading. "I'm begging you. Your mother's chest cavity is crushed. She needs immediate surgical intervention. Without it, she'll die."

For a moment—just a moment—something flickered in his eyes. Doubt? Fear?

But then Alaina tightened her grip on my arm. "Don't listen to her," she hissed. "She's just trying to manipulate you."

Ryan's expression hardened once more. "Save your breath, Sylvia," he said coldly. "You should have thought about the consequences before you decided to embarrass me tonight."

The kitchen doors loomed ahead, heavy and industrial. Beyond them lay the service corridors—and the commercial walk-in freezer where the pack stored meat for their gatherings.

"You can't do this," I whispered, realizing their intention. "You can't keep me from the hospital."

Alaina's laugh echoed in the empty hallway. "Watch us," she said, her voice dripping with malice.

They dragged me forward, my heels scraping against the polished floor as I fought against their grip. Behind us, the sounds of the gala continued—oblivious to the tragedy unfolding just steps away.