Breaking Free from the Alpha's Grip

Synopsis

The sterile scent of the pack hospital clung to everything—the thin sheets, the scratchy gown, even my own skin. I shifted uncomfortably in the narrow bed, my hand instinctively moving to rest on the small swell of my belly where our pup grew. The pregnancy complications had been getting worse, but Trevor insisted it was normal for an Omega carrying an Alpha's child. His phone buzzed on the bedside table, forgotten in his rush to leave for another "urgent pack meeting." The screen lit up with a notification, and my heart stopped. The preview showed a photo—Trevor's hands tangled in familiar auburn hair, his mouth pressed against bare skin that definitely wasn't mine. My fingers trembled as I reached for the device, knowing I shouldn't look but unable to stop myself. Photo after photo filled the screen. Trevor with Brielle Murphy, his so-called "pack advisor," in positions that left nothing to the imagination. The timestamps showed they were taken just days ago, while I'd been confined to this hospital bed, worried sick about our unborn child. But it wasn't just Brielle. There were others—including the red-haired warrior who'd been in the bed next to mine just yesterday, smirking every time Trevor visited. The same warrior who'd watched with knowing eyes as my mate barely touched my hand