I Was Just a Living Incubator to My Alpha

Damon stared holes through the application in my hand.

My heart hammered against my ribs. But my face remained the same blank, obedient mask he knew so well.

I raised my hands, signing slowly, humbly.

“This is for Elena’s sister. You remember her, don't you? Elena, who died saving me. Her family member is very sick. They need the holy water from the neutral zone. I just… wanted to do something good in her name.”

At the mention of the woman who “saved my life,” the rage in Damon’s eyes vanished.

Relief washed over his face. He tossed the application onto the table. “I see,” he signed, his tense shoulders relaxing. “You’ve always had a good heart, Josie. If it’s for Elena’s memory, of course I approve.”

Kind? No. It was a stupid cover story. He fell for it.

“To reward your kindness, have some tea.” Damon walked to the kitchen. “You’ve been so pale lately. I made it extra strong today. A double dose of the calming herbs.”

Soon, a cup of strangely sweet tea was in front of me.

My weak, recovering wolf felt it—the taste of wolfsbane nectar.

A double dose.

He wanted to completely seal my wolf’s soul. To make sure I had no strength to resist during childbirth. He wanted to drain my life force with his black magic.

I picked up the cup. I gave him a grateful smile.

Just as my lips were about to touch the deadly liquid—

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang frantically, followed by a commotion.

Damon frowned and went to the door. The next second, Elara stumbled inside.

“Damon! I can’t take it anymore… The baby is calling to me!”

Her face was chalk white. She clutched her stomach, her eyes greedily fixed on my belly.

The black magic’s blood bond was driving her mad, like an addict jonesing for a fix.

Damon caught her just in time. He shot a terrified look back at me.

He saw my “confused” expression and relaxed.

He thought I couldn’t hear Elara’s insane words.

“Daddy!” Lily shrieked, running over to hug Elara’s legs. “Momma Elara, are you finally here to get us?”

I sat on the sofa, the cup of poison still in my hands. I was an outsider watching a ridiculous play.

Damon soothed the panting Elara in his arms. Then he turned to me with a fake smile, starting his most disgusting performance yet.

He signed: “This is an omega from the pack. She needs to use the Pack House’s energy field to recover for a few days.”

But what he said out loud to Elara and Lily was: “Don’t be afraid, my love. Just stay here. The deaf one doesn’t know anything anyway. The vessel should be honored to witness her child’s true mother.”

How ironic.

The sign language was a lie. His voice was the truth.

And I received it all.

Elara leaned weakly against Damon. She gave me a provocative look and said sweetly, “But… won’t Josie be upset?”

Damon sneered. It was a slap to my dignity. “Her? She’s just a pretty doll that nods. Feed her, and she won't ask questions.”

“Yay!” Lily cheered. “I want to sleep with Daddy and Momma Elara tonight!”

I lowered my eyes, hiding the raging hatred within.

I put down the tea. I signed, “If she’s a guest, she can stay. I’m tired. I want to go to my room.”

Damon nodded, satisfied. His eyes screamed, Good girl, you know your place.

He didn’t even bother looking at me again. He held Elara, took Lily’s hand, and the happy family of three went upstairs.

As they passed me, I heard Elara whisper in his ear, “Did she drink the tea? If her body tries to create its own child, it will taint the bloodline we want.”

“Don’t worry,” Damon’s voice was cruelly gentle. “She’s been drinking it for five years. She’s completely useless now.”

They went upstairs.

Laughter came from the master bedroom. The room that was supposed to be mine.

I sat quietly in the living room, listening to the sounds from above.

I stood up. I took the cold cup of poison into the bathroom. I watched the dark liquid swirl down the drain, taking the last of my love for that man with it.

I went to the guest room. From between the mattress, I took out the real items.

Not my luggage.

It was a voice recorder with a secret recording of Damon’s deal with the black magic warlock. And a photo I took of the Forbidden Bloodline Transfer Contract from his study’s secret safe.

The evidence was undeniable.

Once this was public, he wouldn’t just lose his Alpha title. He would be hunted by the entire werewolf alliance for using forbidden magic.

I dragged my packed suitcase out the back door under the cover of night.

The special transport from the neutral zone was already waiting in the hidden woods.

The driver helped me with my bag.

The second before the door closed, I took out my phone.

Recipient: The High Council of the Werewolf Alliance (Mass Send), All-Territory Media Channels, Alpha Joint Enforcement Squad.

Attachments: Audio recording, contract photo, the family picture from the doll.

Send.

I watched the progress bar hit 100%. Then I pulled the communication crystal, my pack membership token, from my pocket.

This was once my most prized possession.

I placed it on the ground. I raised my heel. I crushed it.

The sharp crack echoed in the night—the sound of my final chain breaking. The pack link shattered.

“Drive,” I told the driver. My voice, no longer a strained whisper, was as cold as the grave.

The car started, driving into the endless night.

Through the rearview mirror, I watched the brightly lit Pack House grow smaller and smaller.

Damon. Elara. Enjoy this last moment of peace.

When the sun rises tomorrow, your hell will begin.