He Killed Our Pup and Gave Me to His Enemy

Two pink lines. I stared at the plastic stick in my trembling hands, my heart fluttering like a trapped bird against my ribs. A pup. I was going to give Alpha Roman King a pup. As an Omega of the Blood Moon Pack, I had spent my whole life with my head bowed, scrubbing floors and taking orders, invisible and insignificant. But for the last six months, Roman had chosen me. He had pulled me into his bed, held me in the dark, and made me feel like I mattered.

I practically floated down the grand hallway of the pack house toward his office. I couldn't wait to see the look on his handsome face. I imagined him sweeping me into his arms, his deep laugh echoing through the room.

As I raised my hand to knock on the heavy oak door, a high-pitched, melodic laugh stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Oh, Roman, you're terrible," a woman purred.

Alessia Rogers. The high-ranking she-wolf from the Silver Claw Pack.

"I'm just realistic, my love," Roman's deep voice rumbled.

My chest tightened. *My love?*

"The scent-masking spell worked perfectly," Roman continued, his tone casual, dismissive. "The little Omega suspected nothing. She kept my bed warm and kept my scent off you until we could officially mate. No one will ever know we delayed the bond."

The plastic stick slipped from my numb fingers, clattering loudly against the hardwood floor.

Inside the office, the voices stopped. The heavy door swung open, revealing Roman. His piercing blue eyes, usually warm when he looked at me in the shadows of his bedroom, were now cold and hard. Alessia stood behind him, adjusting her perfectly tailored designer dress with a smug, victorious smirk.

"Claire," Roman said, his voice devoid of any affection. "Eavesdropping?"

"A-A substitute?" I stammered, my inner wolf whining in agonizing confusion. The world tilted on its axis. "The scent... you masked her scent on me? It was all a lie?"

Roman sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose like I was a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Don't make this harder than it has to be. You served your purpose. But now, the pack needs you for something else."

Tears blurred my vision, hot and stinging. "I thought you cared about me."

"You are an Omega," he snapped, his Alpha aura suddenly flaring. The heavy, suffocating pressure slammed into me, forcing me to my knees. My wolf whimpered, pressing herself flat against my mind, completely subjugated by his sheer power. "You will do as your Alpha commands."

I gasped for air, staring up at the man I thought I loved.

"We have a new treaty with the Shadowfang Pack," Roman continued coldly, looking down at me as if I were dirt on his shoes. "Their Alpha, Rafael Lawrence, requires a mate. The Feral Blind Alpha. I am certainly not sending Alessia to be torn apart by that monster. You will go in her place."

Panic seized my throat. Shadowfang. The feral Alpha. It was a death sentence. Rumors said he was a bloodthirsty rogue in Alpha's clothing.

"No," I choked out, fighting against the crushing weight of his aura. "Roman, please. You can't do this. I'm... I'm pregnant!"

The words hung in the heavy air. Alessia's smirk vanished instantly, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated disgust. "You let that pathetic creature breed?" she hissed at Roman.

Roman's face darkened into a mask of absolute fury. The crushing weight of his aura intensified until my ribs felt like they were cracking. There was no joy in his eyes. No love. Only rage.

"A mistake," Roman growled, his voice vibrating with a lethal edge. "One that will be rectified immediately."

Before I could process his horrifying words, his large hand clamped around my upper arm like a vice. He yanked me off the floor so hard my shoulder popped.

"Roman, stop! You're hurting me!" I screamed, struggling against his iron grip. "It's your pup!"

"It is a threat to my bloodline and my future with Alessia," he snarled, dragging me down the corridor. My bare feet slipped on the polished wood. I clawed at his hand, begging, pleading, but he was a stone wall.

He dragged me out the back doors and across the compound to the pack hospital. Pack members watched us, their eyes wide with pity and fear, but no one dared intervene against their Alpha.

He kicked open the double doors to the clinic. "Dr. Cross!" he roared.

Dr. Helena Cross emerged from a back room, her eyes widening at the sight of me sobbing and thrashing. "Alpha? What is the meaning of this?"

"She is pregnant," Roman commanded, his Alpha tone echoing off the sterile white walls, forcing Dr. Cross to immediately lower her head in submission. "Terminate it. Now."

"No! Please!" I shrieked, kicking wildly. "Helena, please don't do this!"

"Alpha, she is carrying pack blood—" Dr. Cross started, her voice trembling.

"I said, do it!" Roman's roar shook the very foundation of the building. The Alpha command washed over the doctor, stripping away her free will. Her eyes glazed over with reluctant obedience.

Roman threw me onto the cold metal examination table. He held me down with his massive weight, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. I thrashed, I screamed until my throat bled, my wolf howling in absolute, soul-shattering despair.

"Roman, I'll do anything! I'll go to Shadowfang! Just let me keep my baby!" I begged, tears streaming into my hair.

He leaned down, his breath ghosting over my ear, chilling me to the bone. "You will go to Shadowfang. But you will go empty."

I felt the cold sting of a needle in my arm. The sedative rushed through my veins, heavy and dark. My struggles weakened. My screams faded into pathetic, broken whimpers. The last thing I saw before the darkness pulled me under was Roman's cold, unfeeling blue eyes, watching as my world, and the tiny life inside me, was brutally ripped away.