Vengeance: The Alpha Who Stole My Womb

I grew up alongside Griffith, the Alpha of the Avalora Pack. Everyone said I was the luckiest woman in the entire kingdom of Mycintia.

Griffith rejected the mate bond arranged for him by the Moon Goddess to be with me. He declared to the world that I was his one and only love.

But after my miscarriage, I accidentally overheard him speaking to the healer, "Find a way to drug the Luna and remove her womb. Make sure she can never bear children again."

Then, I saw him gently caressing another woman's stomach and saying, "Give her the best prenatal medicine. I want her to give birth to the strongest and most intelligent child."

I knew that woman. She was Giselle, the fated mate the Moon Goddess had originally chosen for him.

Griffith's voice turned grave as he issued his next command. "The Luna must never find out about this. And you must take care of her health at all costs. Otherwise, you'll suffer the consequences."

Pain sliced through me. I had never imagined that the man who once swore he loved me more than life itself could betray me so cruelly.

In the end, I left without a word. Since they wanted to be together so much, I stepped aside to let him and his destined mate be together.

Yet, he told me later that after losing me, he lost the ability to love.

On the way back to the castle, I accidentally bumped into someone, but I was too dazed to even offer an apology. My legs carried me forward, but my mind was trapped in the scene I had just witnessed. Griffith who once held me like the most precious treasure was now planning to cut my womb out of my body.

But he knew—he had always known—that my greatest wish was to have a child of my own.

A group of young women by the roadside cast envious glances my way.

"That's our Luna," one of them whispered. "The Alpha chose her over his fated mate. I heard that when she fell ill, the Alpha gathered the best healers from across the kingdom to care for her day and night. And when he needed a rare herb to heal her, he climbed a volcano on the verge of eruption without hesitation."

There was a time when I would have been thrilled to hear such words. But now, my throat felt like it was closing around a hard lump, and shame threatened to bring me to tears.

Before I even stepped inside the castle, I heard Griffith's furious voice echoing from within.

"You useless fools! She disappeared right under your noses, and none of you noticed? If anything happens to Ellia, I swear, I'll have every last one of you buried!"

Griffith was usually refined and composed. It was rare to see him lose his temper. The last time he had been this angry was when I burned my arm during the ritual sacrifice. He had nearly canceled Avalora Pack's most sacred annual festival because of it.

Back then, his fury had made me feel cherished. But now, watching him in this state—so anxious, so distraught—I found no joy in it.

"I'm back, Griffith."

At the sound of my voice, he turned sharply, and the anger on his face melted into a radiant smile.

He strode over and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Ellia, where have you been? I was worried sick about you."

I had gone to bring him lunch. Instead, I had stumbled upon the truth—that he wanted to take my womb.

I opened my mouth, the confession trembling on the tip of my tongue, but in the end, I swallowed it down. "I just went to the lake to get some sun."

His smile remained, warm and gentle, but the worry in his eyes did not fade.

With a subtle glance, he signaled to the healer standing behind him. The healer, understanding immediately, handed him a small glass vial.

"It's time for your medicine, Ellia."

I took the vial in my hands, turning it slightly under the light. "This looks different from what I usually take."

Griffith's expression flickered—just for a second. "The healer adjusted the formula. This one will help you recover even faster."

And in that moment, I knew. This was the drug meant to knock me unconscious.

"I don't need it," I said. "I feel much better already."

"Ellia, be good now. You need your treatment."

"I said no."

The resistance in my voice made his expression shift, his patience thinning. The air between us turned still, heavy. Then, after a long pause, he let out a soft sigh and gave me a gentle smile.

"Alright, if you don't want to drink it, you don't have to."

Just as I thought I had escaped, a strange fragrance drifted through the air. My vision swayed. My legs lost their strength. And then—darkness.

…

When I opened my eyes again, it was the third morning.

I was lying in the healer's treatment room. A dull, aching pain throbbed in my abdomen.

A sense of dread gripped me as I pulled up my clothes, my fingers trembling. There, on my lower stomach, was an ugly scar.

Before I could fully register what I was seeing, Griffith leaned in, his face lighting up with relief. "Ellia, you're awake."

His voice was gentle and soothing—as if he hadn't just destroyed me.

"You collapsed from a sudden illness two days ago," he explained. "The healer examined you and found severe internal bleeding in your womb. There was no other choice... They had to remove it."

I stared at him, my heart tearing apart, piece by piece.

Seeing my despair, he pulled me into his arms. "Don't be sad, Ellia," he murmured. "I know how much you've always wanted a child. We can adopt an orphan. I'll raise them as my own, I promise."

For days, I wept. Even within the cold walls of the castle, there was no escaping my grief.

Griffith, in an effort to console me, abandoned all his work, staying by my side every moment.

Then, just when I had gathered enough strength to finally confront him, Giselle came looking for me.