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My Alpha Planned to Murder Our Pup to Save His Heir

I couldn't breathe. The world had collapsed into a single, suffocating point of pain. My body was on the floor of what had been my bedroom—our bedroom—but nothing felt real anymore. Not the silk sheets beneath my cheek. Not the fading scent of my son on his favorite stuffed wolf. Not even the hollow echo of my own heartbeat. Jayden was gone. My beautiful, innocent pup had fallen from the packhouse balcony. They said it was an accident. They said I was there.
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Chapter 3

The hospital's fluorescent lights flickered as I waited, pressed into the shadows of the supply closet. The stolen master keycard felt like a brand against my palm, warm with the possibility of answers. It was 3:17 AM. The night shift nurses had completed their rounds, and the corridors were silent except for the distant hum of medical equipment.

I'd chosen the records room deliberately. If Jayden was being kept somewhere in the hospital's restricted pediatric wing, there would be paperwork. There would be a trail. And I would find it.

The door clicked open.

'Is it secure?' Davis's voice, low and controlled, made my blood freeze. I pressed myself deeper into the closet, Sera's fury a living thing behind my ribs.

'Completely secure,' came another voice—Owen Hale, the pack healer. His tone carried the practiced calm of a man who had made peace with his own corruption. 'The sedation protocol is working perfectly. He's stable, but...'

'But what?' A woman's voice now, sharp with maternal fear. Camilla. My fingers dug into my own arms, hard enough to bruise.

'His wolf is fighting the sedatives. It's only a matter of time before he wakes up fully.'

'How much time?' Davis demanded.

'A day. Maybe two.'

'Not enough,' Camilla whispered. 'August needs that heart tomorrow night.'

The words hit me like a physical blow. I bit down on my own hand, hard, to keep from making a sound. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as Davis's voice continued, clinical and cold.

'The procedure is scheduled for midnight. Owen will harvest the heart while the pup is still under sedation. It's the cleanest way.'

'And afterward?' Camilla's voice was softer now, almost tender. 'After we save our son?'

'Afterward, we move on,' Davis said. 'Katelyn is gone. The pack believes the pup is dead. No one will question it.'

'And if they do?'

'They won't.' The absolute certainty in his voice made my skin crawl. 'I'm the Alpha. My word is law.'

I heard footsteps moving toward the door. 'I need to check on him,' Camilla said. 'I need to know he's still...'

'Still alive?' Davis finished for her. 'Go. I have calls to make.'

The door closed. I stayed frozen in the closet, my hand still clamped over my mouth, tasting my own blood.

They were going to kill my son. Tomorrow night. To save another child—August. Their child.

The full horror of it crashed over me in waves. Davis hadn't just betrayed me. He had orchestrated our son's 'death' from the beginning. He had used me as a vessel, a means to an end, to create a healthy pup whose heart could save his secret son.

Sera howled inside me, a sound of pure, primal rage.

Not yet, I told her again. But soon.

I slipped out of the closet when I was certain they were gone. The records room was dark, but I didn't need light. I knew exactly what I was looking for now.

The pediatric wing's security logs confirmed it. Jayden was here, registered under a false name, heavily sedated, with surgery scheduled for tomorrow night.

I memorized the room number, the guard rotation, the camera blind spots.

Then I ran.

The hospital corridors blurred around me as I made for the exit, my heart hammering against my ribs. I couldn't fight them all. Not yet. Not alone.

But I knew where to go.

The forest between Black Moon and Moonveil territories was dark and treacherous, filled with territorial traps and border patrols. But Sera was awake now, and her senses were sharper than any human's. I moved through the trees like a ghost, using the moonlight to guide me, listening for the sound of pursuit.

Behind me, I heard a howl—a search party. Davis had discovered my absence.

I pushed harder, faster, the border just ahead. If I could reach Moonveil territory, if I could find Alpha Vivienne...

The trees thinned. The scent of unfamiliar wolves filled the air.

And somewhere in the darkness, I heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

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