My Alpha Husband Wants My Heart For His Mistress

My hand hovered over the Voluntary Relinquishment document. The black tactical pen sat an inch from my bleeding fingers.

"Sign it," Forest urged, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "It is the only way to keep you out of the Grand Council's interrogation chairs."

"I refuse to become a ghost," I told him, meeting his icy stare. "I will not let Paxton erase my existence."

"You are currently a convicted felon with a bounty on your head," Forest countered, crossing his arms. "The crowd wants blood. You cannot fight an entire territory without a legal shield."

"A shield implies I plan on hiding."

I shoved the pen off the mattress. It clattered against the floor tiles, rolling under the metal desk.

"You are out of options, Elena," Forest warned. He stepped closer, towering over the bed. "Paxton has the media. He has the clan petitions. The High Court will strip your rank by morning."

"They cannot strip what they do not understand."

I ignored the parchment. My gaze locked onto the heavy, rune-carved iron block resting near Forest's elbow. The Enforcer's Bloodline Resonance Seal. The High Court used it to verify clan identities, track lineages, and formally execute rogues.

I lunged off the mattress. The fresh stitches in my chest screamed, but I pushed through the tearing pain.

"Step back," Forest ordered, his hand dropping to his belt.

I did not listen. I slammed my bleeding palm directly onto the center of the carved array.

"Stop!" Forest shouted, grabbing my shoulder. "The array will fry your nervous system if you are unregistered!"

He was too late.

Searing heat shot up my arm, bypassing my flesh and sinking straight into my bones. The ancient magic inside the seal violently reacted to my blood. The residual wolfsbane and paralyzing toxins Paxton had pumped into my veins boiled instantly.

"Let go of the seal!" Forest yelled, trying to pull me away.

"No."

My blood turned to liquid fire. The overhead fluorescent lights violently flickered, popping in a shower of bright white sparks. The air in the infirmary grew thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and burning metal.

"What did you do?" Forest demanded, shielding his eyes as the room grew blindingly bright.

"Washing away the poison," I ground out through clenched teeth.

High-purity golden energy erupted from my skin. The light surged down my arm, pouring directly into the desk. The solid steel frame groaned under the immense pressure. The thick wooden top splintered outward, instantly disintegrating into a cloud of fine gray dust.

The Resonance Seal dropped through the ruined desk and hit the floor with a heavy clang. It projected a massive, glowing crest onto the ceiling.

A crowned wolf surrounded by twin swords.

Forest froze. His pupils dilated rapidly, tracking the intricate lines of the glowing projection. The icy, unreadable mask he wore completely shattered.

"The Royal Totem," Forest whispered.

He stared at the ceiling, then turned his gaze to me. The golden aura still radiated from my skin, warming the freezing infirmary. The absolute authority Forest carried fell away. He dropped heavily to one knee, bowing his head toward the floor.

"The lost bloodline," he rasped, his broad shoulders trembling under his dark coat. "King Reign Hamilton. He searched his entire life for you."

"Stand up, Enforcer," I commanded. My voice no longer scraped against my throat. The toxins were gone. My vocal cords resonated with a deep, undeniable power that commanded the room.

"You are the pureblood Princess," Forest said, keeping his head bowed. "The true heir to the Lycan throne. We thought the lineage died twenty-two years ago."

"It survived," I told him. "And it is done hiding."

Before Forest could rise, the heavy steel door banged open, slamming against the wall.

Chief Medical Officer Calder rushed into the room, his face completely drained of color. He clutched a pulsing biometric scanner in his right hand, his eyes darting frantically around the destroyed room.

"Captain Hoffman!" Calder yelled, scanning the ruined desk and the glowing ceiling. "The energy surge from this room just blew out the entire wing's power grid! The backup generators are failing!"

"Lower your voice, Doctor," Forest snapped, rising to his feet. He positioned himself between Calder and me, a protective stance he had not shown before. "Scan her. Ensure the toxins are fully purged."

Calder aimed the scanner directly at me. The device shrieked, emitting a rapid series of high-pitched beeps.

"Your vitals," Calder stammered, staring at the digital readout. He tapped the screen, his hand shaking. "The wolfsbane is entirely gone. The golden blood cleared it out. But... the clearance just triggered something else."

"Explain," Forest ordered.

"There is a fetal heartbeat," Calder said, looking up at me with wide, terrified eyes. "A pup."

"Impossible," I fired back, crossing my arms over my chest. "I have been locked in the Shadow Creek dungeon for three years. Paxton never touched me during that time."

"The heavy wolfsbane dosing forced your body into stasis," Calder explained rapidly, holding the scanner out as proof. "It froze the gestation period. The pup went completely dormant to survive the poison in your system. But now... your awakening just brought it back."

I touched my stomach. The skin felt warm, vibrating with a strange, new energy.

"Whose child is it?" Forest asked, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon. "Is it Paxton's?"

"It was," Calder answered, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But the energy signature I am reading is incredibly dominant. The mother's awakening just completely washed away the Alpha's inferior genes. The pup is overwriting its own DNA to match hers. This is a pure Royal Heir."

"Paxton's bloodline is erased?" I asked.

"Entirely," Calder confirmed. "The child belongs solely to the royal lineage now."

I looked down at my stomach.

A ring of brilliant golden light pulsed directly beneath the skin of my lower abdomen. The glowing lines twisted and locked together, forming a miniature Wolf King totem. The ancient symbol flared fiercely, casting a warm glow across the dark room, before sinking deep into my flesh and vanishing.

"A pureblood heir," Forest murmured, his eyes tracking the spot where the light disappeared. He looked at Calder, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "Seal the medical records. Wipe the scanner. No one outside this room hears about this pup."

"Understood, Captain," Calder said, hurriedly deleting the data from his device and backing toward the door. "I will scrub the servers."

A deafening crash shook the foundation of the building.

The floorboards vibrated under my bare feet. The blare of emergency sirens erupted from the courtyard outside, cutting through the storm and shattering the quiet of the infirmary.

"We have a breach!" Calder yelled over the noise, dropping his scanner.

A young messenger scrambled into the room, tripping over the threshold. He caught himself on the doorframe, his uniform soaked with rain and mud, his eyes wide with panic.

"Report, Enforcer!" the messenger shouted, gasping for air as he pointed down the hall. "Alpha Paxton personally brought a large batch of impeachment orders and clan guards, and he just smashed our iron gates open!"