After My Alpha Chose His Mistress Over Our Son

Word spread through the pack like wildfire—an Alpha-bloodline pup lay near death, his wolf barely clinging to life. I sat in the Omega quarters, my hands trembling as I pressed them against my sternum, trying to contain the storm of emotions threatening to drown me. Joey. My beautiful boy. I hadn't been allowed to see him since Daxton's rejection, the guards turning me away with cold, empty eyes.

The pack meeting hall buzzed with tension when I slipped in through the back entrance. Daxton stood at the center, his Alpha aura pulsing with barely contained rage as he addressed the gathered wolves. Angelina sat beside him, her hand possessively on his arm, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

'Until the boy wakes,' Daxton was saying, his voice carrying that unmistakable Alpha command, 'we will maintain heightened security. No one enters or leaves our territory without my explicit permission.'

I pressed myself against the wall, trying to become invisible. I just needed to see Joey, to know he was still fighting. But as I moved closer, a hush fell over the room.

The massive doors at the front of the hall swung open, and a figure stepped inside. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to see right through the chaos. He carried himself with a quiet confidence that made even Daxton's Alpha presence seem performative in comparison.

'Maddox Ramirez,' someone whispered, and the name rippled through the crowd like a stone dropped in still water.

The legendary healer. The half-brother Daxton had always kept at arm's length. The man whose very existence seemed to challenge everything Daxton stood for.

'I heard there was a pup in need of healing,' Maddox said, his voice calm but carrying an authority that silenced the room. His eyes swept over the crowd until they landed on Daxton. 'A pup of Alpha blood.'

Daxton's jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. 'This is pack business, healer. You have no authority here.'

Maddox didn't flinch. 'I have every authority when it comes to healing. Especially when the life of an Alpha-bloodline pup hangs in the balance. The Moon Goddess does not recognize pack boundaries when her children suffer.'

The room seemed to hold its breath as the two men faced off, neither yielding. I could feel the pack's collective anxiety, the weight of their uncertainty pressing down on us all.

Finally, Daxton broke the silence. 'Fine. The pup is in the healing ward. Do what you can.' His voice was tight, controlled, but I could hear the undercurrent of fear. Fear that Maddox would see the truth.

Without another word, Maddox turned and walked toward the healing ward, his presence cutting through the crowd like a blade. I followed, keeping to the shadows, my heart pounding in my chest.

The healing ward was quiet, the only sound the soft beeping of machines monitoring Joey's fragile state. Maddox moved with purpose, his steps sure and measured as he approached the bed.

'Leave us,' he said quietly to the healers hovering nearby. They hesitated, looking to Daxton, who nodded stiffly.

When we were alone, Maddox placed his hands on Joey's small chest, his eyes closing in concentration. His aura shifted, a warm, golden light emanating from his palms as he connected with Joey's wolf.

I watched, my breath caught in my throat, as Maddox's expression changed. His brow furrowed, his hands trembling slightly as he explored the pup's aura.

'This pup,' he said softly, his eyes still closed, 'his wolf calls to mine.'

My heart stopped. I knew what that meant. The healer's bloodline ability to sense family, to recognize their own.

Maddox's eyes opened, meeting mine across the room. In that moment, I saw the truth dawn in his gaze—the realization that Joey was his son. His biological son.

'You know,' I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He nodded once, his expression unreadable. 'I know.'

The words hung in the air between us, heavy with implications I couldn't fully grasp. Maddox turned back to Joey, his hands still glowing with that warm, healing light.

'He will wake,' he said, his voice steady and sure. 'And when he does, we will have much to discuss.'