After the Beta Killed Our Unborn Pup

On Christmas Eve, Maeve Richards, the Gamma of our pack and Jay’s childhood friend, deliberately burned my hand with a sparkler. She didn’t apologize afterward. Instead, she goaded Jay to lock me up in the abandoned church on the outskirts of the territory, claiming it was a test from the Moon Goddess to ensure the continuation of our bloodline. I begged Jay, my mate and the Beta of the pack, to take me back, pleading that I was two months pregnant. But he didn’t believe me. "Evelynn," he said, his voice cold and detached, "the future of this pack depends on us. Just stay there for one night, for me." With that, he turned and left with Maeve, never once looking back. Later, when his family scattered the ashes of our pup, it only drove them further into madness. By the time I stumbled down the hill, the bloodstains on my pants had dried. Finally, my phone found a signal.

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When I woke up again, the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital stung my eyes. The healer looked at me sympathetically and whispered, "The pup... didn’t make it."

I’d always been somewhat estranged from my pack, while for Jay Wilson, Beta of our pack, this pup was supposed to be the next in line for his family’s legacy. We had been looking forward to sharing the news during the full moon celebration. But before we could celebrate, Jay whisked me away with Maeve Richards, the Gamma, tagging along.

Suddenly, my emotions were a wreck. The pack infirmary was deserted on Christmas morning, my sobs echoing through the stillness.

...

I have no idea how much time passed before I finally composed myself.

I picked up the phone beside me and saw countless missed calls. A moment later, it rang again.

"Evelynn, what’s going on with you? We’re mates. Maeve is just an old childhood friend. What are you jealous of?" Jay blared through the phone.

"Oh, let’s sever the bond," I replied calmly.

The line went silent. Jay probably never expected me to broach the topic of severing the bond so suddenly.

"Evelynn, you’re being ridiculous. Just because I spent New Year’s Eve with a friend, you’re asking to sever the bond? Fine, if you want to leave, let’s do it tomorrow. If anyone backs out, they’re a coward!" Jay snapped, hanging up without a care that he’d left me stranded.

I couldn’t help but wonder, when did Jay, who once insisted on protecting me himself, stop caring about me entirely?

That afternoon, I checked out of the infirmary, clinging to the pup’s urn. I had chosen it so carefully, hoping he’d find peace in the afterlife.

Opening the door to our home, I was met with chaos. Balloons and streamers were scattered everywhere, with spiced honey cake smeared messily across surfaces, leaving barely any space to walk.

Jay and his packmates were engrossed in a video game and hardly glanced at me when I entered. Maeve’s eyes gleamed with something sinister as she said mockingly, "Evelynn, back already? Did you have too much fun?"

She then pretended to help with the cleanup.

Seeing this, Jay’s eyes flashed a hint of pity.

"Evelynn, you actually came back? Do you even care about this pack anymore? Hurry up and clean," Jay said, snatching a broom from Maeve and thrusting it into my hands.

I was both furious and amused. The wild swings of my emotions made my weakened body ache. Grinding my teeth, I said, "Jay Wilson, Beta of the Silvermoon Pack, why should I clean up your mess? We’re severing the bond tomorrow. I paid the down payment on this house; you all need to leave!"

Jay froze. Maeve smirked contemptuously and said, "Evelynn, would you really go through with severing the bond? Or are you just dodging housework?"

Realizing something, Jay retorted with disdain, "Evelynn, all I did was lock you in that old chapel. Was it really that awful? And wasn’t the pregnancy a lie?"

My pent-up emotions erupted, and I shouted, "Jay Wilson, Beta of the Silvermoon Pack, you’re a monster. I didn’t lie. I curse you never to have pups!"

With a sudden slap, Jay knocked me to the floor. I clutched my aching stomach, feeling utterly abandoned.

Seeing my pain, a flicker of guilt crossed Jay’s eyes. "Evelynn, you know how much I wanted a pup. You shouldn’t have used that to provoke me."

One of Jay’s packmates chimed in, "Evelynn, you know how much Beta Jay wants a pup. Why say such horrible things?"

I glared at Jay and his packmates, who stood protectively in front of Maeve like a fortress.

"Get out, all of you, get out!" I screamed with every ounce of strength I had.

Suddenly, a commanding voice interrupted, "What exactly is going on here?"

I looked up and saw Jay’s parents, the former Alpha and Luna, entering the room.

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Pain. That was all I knew as consciousness crept back into my world of darkness. My head throbbed with a dull ache that seemed to pulse in time with my heartbeat. I reached out instinctively, searching for Jonathan's warmth beside me, but my fingers found only cold sheets. Three days. It had been three days since the rogue attack that had stolen my sight. Three days of drifting in and out of consciousness, of Jonathan's gentle reassurances that everything would be okay, that we would get through this together. I pushed myself up, wincing as pain shot through my body. Something felt wrong. Different.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.2

An heir from my rejected mate

8.2

Blurb: In a world filled with love, betrayal and hate, Fate surpasses all. Dana Greene thought her Future was sealed with Alden packer , the Alpha of the werewolf pack, but then Alden falsely accused her and rejected her. She was banished and left alone.Finding livelihood In another pack. Now a mysterious illness weakens Alden and the only one who can save him is the mate he pushed away. By fate,Dana must decide: whether to save him and regain her position as the true Luna of her pack or move on with her new life . Will she save the Alpha who betrayed her or will she allow him lose everything?

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.9

Betrayed by the Alpha's Heart

8.9

Jaliyah and I both mated into the Martinez pack, and soon after, we were blessed with pups growing within us. I was mated to Francis Martinez, the pack’s skilled healer, while Jaliyah tied her bond with Quentin Martinez, a Delta warrior in our pack. Three years into our mate bonds, Idris, my father-in-law, was escorting me to a prenatal checkup when we were struck by a rogue-driven vehicle. With Idris critically injured and me bleeding heavily, I frantically tried to mind-link Francis, but his childhood friend, Alena, intercepted the connection. "Francis is here with me; what do you need?" she replied, her voice dripping with false sweetness. Exhausted and terrified, I begged her to pass the connection to Francis. "Please, the accident was serious. Idris and I—I’m scared for the pup." Francis’s voice crackled through the link, laced with irritation. "Alena cut her hand with a kitchen knife; I’m tending to her wound. Do you have to curse my father like this?" He severed the connection, and when I tried to reach him again, his mind-link was blocked.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.3

Brenda’s Second Life

8.3

I died during the winter of my fiftieth wedding anniversary. In the ICU, the monitors screamed a relentless, piercing alarm. Through the glass, I saw the man I’d spent half a century with—Gabriel. Once hailed as the most promising engineer at the machinery plant, he now had hair gone stark white. Beside him stood our son, Joseph. A doctor was speaking to them. I read the man’s lips: “…there’s no point anymore.” Gabriel nodded without hesitation. In that moment, I felt no pain, no cold—just a vast, hollow absurdity. I watched him pick up a pen to sign the DNR form. He paused, brow furrowed, as if wrestling with some monumental problem. Finally, with a look of impatience and utter confusion, he turned to our son. “What… what was your mother’s name again?” … What was my name? My name was Brenda. A name he’d never carried in his heart, a name he’d replaced for fifty years with “hey” or “the boy’s mother.” As my soul finally tore free, I saw him—prompted by our son—tremble as he finally wrote those three characters. And beside him, Sophia—the “girl next door” he’d spent a lifetime tending to—gently patted his back in silent comfort. How utterly pathetic. My whole life, I’d kept his house and cooked his meals. I’d abandoned my family’s legacy for him, endured the sneers for marrying beneath my station, borne his children, and kept his home for half a century. And in the end, in his heart, I was nobody. A nameless ghost. If there is a next life… no. I don’t want a next life. Let it all end. Let it be swallowed by this endless dark. The sharp scent of disinfectant flooded my nostrils. I jolted, eyes flying open. Above me hung a mottled, yellowing ceiling; an ancient ceiling fan squeaked in persistent rhythm. This wasn’t the ICU. I sat up sharply. A dull ache radiated from my lower abdomen—a raw reminder of the birth I’d just endured. Looking down at my own body, weak yet vibrantly alive, my mind went blank. “You’re awake? Good. Get up. Gabriel’s been waiting outside forever. Need to go register the baby.” That sharp, familiar voice cut through the silence. My mother-in-law. The woman who’d never offered me a kind look or word. Gabriel… Gabriel. I turned my head stiffly, eyes finding the calendar by the bed. July 12, 1981. I was back. I had come back to the third day after giving birth to my son, Joseph—back to another pivotal moment in my tragic life. My heart hammered against my ribs, not with joy, but with a tidal wave of hatred and dread. The scene from my deathbed—my husband’s voice asking, *What was your mother’s name again?*—remained, a poisoned blade twisted in my soul.

Fantasy Modern Romance

7.2

Moonpetal Whispers: My Second Chance Love

7.2

Ryker Vance, future Alpha, was on quiet evening patrol when Kian Sterling's panicked mind-link sliced his calm. Annoyed, he headed to the Healer's den, thick with Kian's distress. Kian stammered, "Elian Thorne. He fell. From the sacred cliff." Ryker dismissed it as a clumsy Omega accident, but as he reached the door, a weak, intimate thought slipped into his mind: *"Go home, Ryker."* It was Elian, a low-ranking Omega he barely knew, commanding him. Confused, Ryker left. His wolf restless, his gaze fell on a neglected moonpetal, Elian's gift, now limp. He woke to an absolute silence, a profound void. The moonpetal was gone, just grey dust. At Elian's funeral, unbearable grief struck. Memories crashed: Elian's mate offering, his "I love you" dismissed, Ryker's ignored warnings of soul-withering. Elian was his *mate*, and Ryker had caused his death. The word *Mate* branded his soul. Consumed by absolute regret, clutching Elian's ashes, Ryker screamed to the empty sky: "Give him back! Give me a chance. Please." The world dissolved. He opened his eyes to a training ground, vibrant, years younger. Then he saw him. Across the field, practicing drills, was a younger, healthier Elian, alive. Ryker walked straight to him, took Elian's hand, and with every eye on them, declared, "He's your future Luna."

Fantasy LGBT+Romance Werewolf

8.7

Reborn Heiress: Dragging Traitors To Hell

8.7

The world was a symphony of agony, played on the strings of my own body. I was tied to a chair in a damp basement, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as my fingernails were ripped from their beds by a pair of rusty pliers. My best friend, Corrine, stepped into the flickering light wearing my favorite Chanel suit and the engagement ring that was supposed to be mine. Beside her, my fiancé Aldo held the pliers, his voice smooth and cultured as he demanded I sign over my entire inheritance to them. As I struggled, a news report flashed on an old TV in the corner: Hunter Gallagher, the man I had treated like dirt but who had always tried to protect me, was dead in a horrific car explosion. Corrine laughed, whispering in my ear that they had lured him to his death using a fake kidnapping tip. He died trying to save me from a trap set by the people I trusted most. They didn't just want my money; they wanted to erase me. They plunged a needle full of heroin into my neck, watching with cold, mocking eyes as my heart hammered against my ribs and finally seized into nothingness. I died in that basement, a blind, spoiled girl who had let her true protector be murdered. As the darkness closed in, my soul burned with a single, silent vow: If I ever get another life, I will drag you both to hell with me. Suddenly, I gasped for air, my lungs fighting against a weight that wasn't there. I wasn't in the basement; I was in my own bed, my fingernails intact and my skin unbroken. I checked my phone, and my heart stopped—it was May 20th, exactly one year before my death. Hunter was still alive, and this time, I wasn't the prey.

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