Fated to The Alpha

Athena's pov     "I'm sorry, Luna Athena, the pregnancy results came out negative," I took the envelope with shaky fingers, licking my top lip nervously, wetting it as rapid thoughts spiraled through my mind.     "Are you sure this wasn't a mistake?" I asked the pack doctor desperately. "I haven't seen my flow for 2 months now, I was sure–"     "It's not a mistake," He affirmed with a hint of impatience. "I've already done this test for you three times, every time it's negative because you're not pregnant,"     His words felt like a death sentence, my fingers reached for the closest thing, his oak desk. The rims of my eyes burned with unshed tears.     "What will I tell the Alpha?" I whispered, my heart slowing down.     "What else can you tell him? The truth," the pack doctor said dismissively, " I pushed myself up to my feet, they nearly gave out under me.     "Don't overthink it, this is probably why you have not been able to get pregnant and why you have not been seeing your monthly flow. Stress can be a huge factor and..." he was blabbing when I walked out of the consultation room, swaying like a reanimated corpse.      One of my 'bodyguard's' read despondent look off my face like a book, he placed two fingers on his ear probably mind linking the others outside the pack hospital.     In moments, Raphael would know that I had failed him once again.     Cold shiver ran from the tip of my fingers all across my entire body, freezing me please until the bodyguard nudged me with his bull sized body, pushing me towards the elevator.     I knew that he was employed not because Raphael was really concerned about my safety, but just to keep me in line. To make sure I never ran away and remained his puppet forever.      Several years had passed, but I still remember the day my stepfather summoned me. He called me into his inner chambers then took me to the balcony ranting some nonsense about pack politics and needed to stay loyal no matter what.     All in all I was more than relieved when he finally shut up for like 2 seconds, but that was when he pressed a heavy hand on my shoulder and told me that I would be marrying the Cold Alpha king of the silver moon pack.      I chuckled at first, assuming he was trying to mess with me with his usual morbid humor.     He wasn't joking.     "Why? Why me?!" I cried out.     He laughed, "You didn't actually think that I would send my own daughter right?"     A lump the size of a fist formed in my throat.     I never truly saw him as family, and I knew my feelings weren't one-sided. But to think that he would do this to me.     Alpha Raphael had a reputation that preceded him, a bad one, to say the least. He was cunning, cruel and vicious. The type of person one would bring up in a horror story that would send pups to sleep with nightmares.     "I will not marry him!" I stood my ground at first, "not now not ever!"     But I didn't have a choice, my stepfather, Alpha Chris told me for formality sake. I was tied down with silver ropes and shipped off like nothing.     And after I got to Silver moon things only managed to get worst, as desperate as it was I tried to console myself that at least I would no longer be living on that same with my obnoxious stepsister, Isabella and no matter how cruel an Alpha was they were bound to show some respect to their Luna.     Boy, was I wrong.     On our first meeting I was pushed down to my knees by his men, still bound by the ropes.     He raked his eyes across my body like I was just a piece of flesh, wearing a hungry look in his eyes that frightened me.     "Are you pure?" He asked in a voice that matched his eyes perfectly.     "W-what do y-you mean?" I stuttered like an idiot because of how scared I was.     "Are you a virgin?" He said and some of his subordinates chuckled amongst themselves, enjoying the show and making little effort to hide it.     "N-no," I said.     His eyes suddenly darkened in an instant, "What?! After all the money I gave to your scumbag father for his company–he didn't tell me that he was bringing a used up slut to be my breeder!"     "Breeder?!" I repeated his words as my eyes bulged in their sockets.     A look of sickening amusement rolled through his eyes.     "Oh, so he didn't tell you? The name of Luna is just a cover up, your role is to give me a pup, specifically a boy. I don't have any use for girl pups, until you are able to provide me with an heir, you will remain here."     "Maybe I should send your head back to him to show him I don't play around," He grabbed my neck, an electrical feeling ran through both of our bodies.     He was my mate, why him. I knew he felt it too. He was thrown aback for a moment. He yanked his hand off of my neck like he just touched a snake unknowingly.     But he didn't acknowledge the mate bond. Was I mistaken?     He might have not said anything about the mate bond but he still let me stay.     Years had passed and Raphael had called me every other name other than the one my mom had given to me because I 'failed' to give him an heir. But I wouldn't have minded if his punishments only ended with verbal abuse.      Returning back to the pack house, I lost a few years of my life just walking towards the front door with guards standing at all sides like walls, ready to barricade and eradicate any chance of an escape.     With my heart in my throat, I walked in. Heading over to his office as I always did with the envelope in my hand.     His eyes followed me, studying me carefully as I placed the envelope on his desk while I remained on my knees–another sick fetish of his that I always had to deal with.     Raphael already knew the contents of the letter, this entire humiliation ritual was just to put me down in front of his staff, to remind them I was only Luna on paper and the truth was that I was just his breeder.     He went through everyday detail on the results, then placed it on the table like it would shatter.     "Gerald, bring her cage."