After My Alpha Tortured Me, I Learned the Truth About His Lies

I couldn't breathe. Not properly anyway. Each inhale felt like swallowing glass, my damaged vocal cords barely able to produce more than a raspy whisper. The wolfsbane had done its work well—my throat was destroyed, my wolf reduced to a faint flicker within me.

Three more days of this torment. Three more days of Ivory's smug smiles and Jacob's cold indifference. Three more days of being less than human in a pack that had once been my birthright.

I couldn't survive it. Not like this.

The decision crystallized in my mind as I scrubbed the kitchen floor—my fifth time today. My hands trembled with exhaustion, but my resolve hardened with each passing moment.

I would make him reject me.

The thought alone sent a jolt of pain through our mate bond, but I pushed through it. Anything—even the agony of rejection—would be better than this slow death of spirit.

I waited until dusk, when most pack members were at dinner. Jacob would be in his office, reviewing territory reports. My bare feet made no sound on the marble floors as I approached his door.

"Alpha," I rasped, the word barely audible even to my own ears.

"Enter," came his curt reply.

Jacob sat behind his massive oak desk, papers spread before him, his dark eyes narrowing as I stepped into the room. His Alpha aura immediately filled the space, pressing against my skin like a physical weight.

"What do you want?" he demanded, leaning back in his chair. "Come to beg for mercy?"

I forced myself to meet his gaze, though every instinct screamed at me to lower my eyes. "I want... a rejection."

The words hung in the air between us, dangerous and final. Jacob's expression shifted from annoyance to something darker.

"Say that again," he growled, rising slowly from his chair.

I swallowed painfully, my ruined throat burning with the effort. "I want you to reject me. Formally. Before the pack."

Jacob moved around the desk with predatory grace, his Alpha aura intensifying until it was hard to breathe. "You think I would give you that satisfaction?"

"It's... my right," I whispered, each word agony. "The Moon Goddess gives us... the choice."

"The Moon Goddess," he spat, closing the distance between us. "The same goddess who gave me a mate whose family destroyed mine?"

His hand shot out, gripping my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind me how easily he could. "You don't get to walk away from this, Jovie."

"Jacob, please—" My words cut off as his Alpha command slammed into me like a physical blow.

"SILENCE!"

The force of it pinned me against the wall, my body trembling with the effort to resist. But it was futile—the mate bond made his commands nearly impossible to defy.

"You will never escape me," he snarled, his face inches from mine. "Your suffering has only just begun."

Tears streamed down my face as he released me, sliding down the wall until I collapsed on the floor. My wolf whimpered weakly within me, both of us broken by his rejection of our rejection.

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Weeks passed in a blur of servitude and silence. My body felt strange—tired in ways that went beyond mere exhaustion. Food lost its appeal, and the scent of meat turned my stomach.

At first, I dismissed it as another symptom of my damaged wolf spirit. But when the nausea persisted, growing worse with each passing day, I began to suspect something else.

I waited until the packhouse was quiet, slipping out before dawn when even the night patrols were at their weakest. The medical building stood dark and silent as I crept inside.

Marcus was already there, grinding herbs in the dim light of a single lamp. He looked up as I entered, his eyes widening slightly.

"Jovie," he whispered, glancing nervously toward the door. "You shouldn't be here."

I gestured urgently, pointing to my stomach and then to him. His brow furrowed in confusion before understanding dawned.

"You think you might be...?"

I nodded, my heart pounding so loudly I feared it would give me away.

Marcus ushered me into an examination room, closing the door softly behind us. His hands were gentle as he examined me, his expression carefully neutral.

When he finally stepped back, his eyes held a mixture of pity and concern.

"Jovie," he said softly, "you're pregnant."

The world tilted beneath my feet. Pregnant. With Jacob's child.

"No," I whispered, my ruined voice barely audible. "No, no, no..."

But even as denial flooded my mind, something else rose within me—a fierce, primal protectiveness that transcended rational thought. My hand drifted to my still-flat stomach, and for the first time in months, I felt my wolf stir with purpose.

A pup. My pup.

Marcus placed a small vial in my palm, closing my fingers around it. "This will help with the morning sickness," he murmured. "But Jovie... you need to be careful. If Ivory finds out..."

The unspoken threat hung between us. Ivory would see an heir as a threat—to her position, to her ambitions.

I nodded, tucking the vial into my pocket. As I turned to leave, Marcus caught my wrist gently.

"Jovie," he said, his voice heavy with implication. "This changes everything."

I met his gaze steadily, a new resolve hardening within me. Yes, it did change everything.

But not in the way he thought.