The Unwanted Mate: Her Secret White Wolf Identity

My Alpha husband stood in the hospital room, his eyes cold as ice. He wasn't there to comfort our daughter; he was there to harvest her. "Take her essence," he commanded the doctors without a shred of hesitation. "Timothy needs the transfusion. He is the future Alpha. Your daughter is just a useless runt." I screamed, clutching the hem of his suit, begging him to stop. I tried to tell him that our little Lily wasn't weak—she was a late bloomer because she carried the rare, powerful blood of the White Wolf. But Jaimen didn't care. He used the Alpha Voice to paralyze me. "I command you to silence yourself, Omega." I was forced to stand frozen, a prisoner in my own body, as they drained my three-year-old daughter dry. She died screaming in agony, sacrificed to save Timothy, the sickly son he had with his mistress, Ivanna. With Lily's body still warm on the bed, Jaimen looked at me with pure disgust and severed our mate bond. "I reject you. Get this trash out of my territory." I was dragged out to the borderlands and beaten to death in the mud, clutching a cheap locket, while he celebrated saving his "heir." He didn't know the truth. He didn't know that he had just murdered a prodigy to save a lie. Three years later, he finally ran a DNA test on his beloved Timothy. The results showed zero match to the Alpha line, but a perfect match to a filthy Rogue. That night, the Alpha went mad. And I watched from the afterlife as he slaughtered everyone involved, begging a ghost for forgiveness that would never come. Chapter 1 Christeen POV: The smell of antiseptic was usually sharp, clean. Tonight, in the Blood Moon Pack hospital, it smelled like *a grave.* My knees hit the cold linoleum floor. The impact bruised, but I couldn't feel it. All I could feel was the terrifyingly slow rhythm of the heart monitor next to me. "Please, Jaimen," I sobbed, my hands reaching out to grasp the hem of his expensive suit jacket. "She is too small. She hasn't even shifted yet. You can't take her essence." Jaimen Cline, the Alpha of our pack and the man the Moon Goddess had cruelly designed for me, looked down. His eyes, usually a warm hazel, were currently frozen shards of ice. He didn't look at me. He looked at the other bed. On that bed lay Timothy, the three-year-old boy everyone believed was his son. The boy was pale, gasping for air, his body fighting the genetic failure of his wolf spirit. "Timothy needs the transfusion, Christeen," Jaimen said, his voice devoid of emotion. "He is the future Alpha. He is strong. Your daughter... she is a runt. She has no wolf." "She does!" I screamed, scrambling to my feet to block the doctors from Lily's bed. My little girl was curled in a ball, her tiny thumb in her mouth, her skin translucent. She had the blood of the White Wolf in her, hidden deep, waiting to wake up. "She is just a late bloomer! If you extract her spinal essence now, it will kill her!" Ivanna, the woman standing by Jaimen's side, let out a soft, *staged* whimper. She leaned her head on Jaimen's shoulder, her hand resting possessively on his chest. "Oh, Jaimen," Ivanna cried, though her eyes were dry and glittering with malice as she looked at me. "She would rather let our son die than share a little bit of her useless daughter's blood. How selfish can an Omega be?" Jaimen's jaw tightened. The air in the room suddenly became heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and burning wood-the smell of an angry Alpha. "Move, Christeen," Jaimen growled. "No!" I planted my feet. My inner wolf was howling, a sound of pure, terrified grief. "I won't let you murder her!" Jaimen's eyes flashed red. He didn't raise a hand. He didn't need to. He used the one weapon I could not fight. *"I Command you to step aside and silence yourself, Omega."* The Alpha Voice crashed into me like a physical wave. It was absolute law. My muscles betrayed me instantly. My legs locked, forced to step to the left against my will. My vocal cords paralyzed, choking off my scream. I stood there, a prisoner in my own body, tears streaming silently down my face as the doctors moved in. *Dr. Evans, the pack's head physician, didn't use anesthesia. He claimed it would taint the purity of the Wolf Essence.* They flipped my sleeping daughter onto her stomach. They strapped her down. When the needle pierced her small spine, Lily woke up. She screamed. It wasn't just a child's scream. It was the sound of a soul being torn apart. I fought the Command. I fought until blood trickled from my nose, until my capillaries burst, but I couldn't move. I could only watch as Jaimen stood there, holding Ivanna's hand, watching my daughter be drained to save a lie. The monitor on Lily's side beeped faster. Then slower. Then, one long, flat tone. The silence that followed was louder than her screams. "The extraction is complete," *Dr. Evans* said, handing a vial of glowing, silver-blue fluid to Jaimen. "But... the donor is gone." Jaimen didn't even look at Lily's body. He handed the vial to the nurse attending to Timothy. "Save my son." Then, he turned to me. The Command lifted, just enough for me to collapse to the floor. I crawled toward the bed, my hands shaking as I touched Lily's cooling cheek. "You monster," I whispered, my voice broken. "You killed her." Jaimen looked at me with pure disgust. "I did what was necessary for the pack. A weak pup for a strong heir. It is the law of the wild." He stepped closer, his shadow engulfing me. "I am tired of your weakness, Christeen. I am tired of your jealousy toward Ivanna. You are a stain on my legacy." He took a deep breath, and I felt the air shift. The bond between us, that thin, golden thread that had tethered my soul to his since the first time we met, suddenly pulled taut. "I, Jaimen Cline, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Christeen Hahn, as my mate and Luna." The pain was immediate. It felt like a serrated blade was being dragged through my chest, severing the connection to my heart. I gasped, clutching my chest, vomiting bile onto the pristine floor. But as I looked at Lily's lifeless face, something inside me broke. The love I had for him turned into something cold and sharp. I looked up, blood staining my teeth. "I, Christeen Hahn," I rasped, "accept your rejection." Snap. The bond shattered. Jaimen stumbled back, clutching his chest, a look of shock crossing his face. He hadn't expected it to hurt him. He hadn't expected the void that followed. "Get her out of here," Jaimen roared, trying to cover his pain with rage. "Throw her out! She is a Rogue now!" Ivanna smiled. She signaled to the guards. Two warriors grabbed me by the arms. I didn't fight. My soul had died on that bed with Lily. They dragged me through the hospital corridors, out the back exit, and threw me into the mud of the borderlands. "Don't come back, trash," one of them spat. I lay in the rain, the cold seeping into my bones. But I wasn't alone. Ivanna hadn't just wanted me exiled. From the shadows of the trees, five Rogues emerged. They smelled of rot and old blood. And behind them, I saw the hem of a witch's cloak-Ivanna's mother. "Make it hurt," the witch whispered. As the first blow landed, breaking my ribs, I didn't scream for Jaimen. I looked up at the moon, hidden behind the clouds. *Wait for me, Lily,* I thought as the darkness took me. *Mommy is coming.*