Chapter 2
A sleek black SUV appeared out of nowhere, barreling straight toward me. Before I could react, the impact sent me flying through the air. I hit the ground with a sickening thud, the sharp pain in my abdomen immediately overwhelming me. Blood gushed freely, pooling beneath me as I struggled to breathe.
Alpha Callahan didn’t even glance in my direction. His focus was entirely on Celeste and their pups, cradling them protectively in his arms. Celeste clung to him, her sobs loud and dramatic, her tears glistening under the moonlight.
“Alpha Ford,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with feigned innocence. “Don’t blame her. She was just upset by what you did to us!”
Callahan’s gaze finally shifted to me, his eyes cold and unforgiving, his aura radiating dominance even in his human form. His towering frame seemed to loom over me, his muscles tense with anger.
“Luna Genevieve,” he said, his voice sharp and cutting, “how could you be so heartless?”
I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle the agony coursing through me. My hand trembled as I reached out to him, my voice barely a whisper.
“Alpha, please… save our pup.”
He swatted my hand away dismissively, his expression hardening. “Enough with the act. The ones who need saving are Celeste and the pups.”
His words felt like a knife to my chest. “The twins are only three, and Celeste is pregnant,” he continued, his tone icy. “You actually made them beg you.”
“If you can’t accept them,” he added, his voice rising, “don’t bother coming back. Maybe when you realize how wrong you are, I’ll consider taking you back.”
My head spun from the pain, my breaths shallow and labored. All I could do was watch as Callahan gently helped Celeste and their pups into the SUV, treating them like precious treasures while I lay discarded like refuse.
I struggled to crawl toward them, but Callahan revved the engine and sped away, leaving me in the dirt.
When the pack’s healer finally arrived to take me to the den, I was barely conscious. I didn’t expect to see Callahan again so soon.
He stood at the entrance to the healer’s den, blocking the way, his arms wrapped protectively around Celeste. He demanded that she receive immediate attention, his voice commanding and authoritative.
The moment he saw me, his face darkened, his aura bristling with irritation.
“Luna Genevieve,” he spat, his tone dripping with disdain, “how did you stoop to such cheap theatrics, even using the healer’s time and resources?”
“Go ahead, keep up the charade,” he continued, his voice rising. “As long as I’m here, you won’t get inside. I want to see if anything actually happens to you!”
The den’s corridor was cold and unforgiving; I lay on the stretcher, feeling the blood in my veins turning icy.
It wasn’t until three hours later that Celeste completed all her examinations. Callahan held her close, glaring at me with undisguised disdain, seemingly ready to mock me further.
I couldn’t hold on anymore, and blood spurted from my mouth.
Seeing something was wrong, Callahan’s icy expression finally cracked. He grabbed the healer by the collar, his alpha tone booming through the den.
“Why is she spitting blood? Are you just going to stand there?”
Upon hearing my injuries were severe and needed urgent surgery and a blood transfusion, Callahan kicked a nearby table, the force of his anger sending it crashing to the ground.
“Take me to sign the papers now. If there’s not enough blood, use mine!”
“If anything happens to her,” he growled, his voice low and threatening, “this pack will pay.”
As Callahan was pulled aside to sign the paperwork, Celeste suddenly rushed over, gripping my hand and aggressively pushing her stomach against it. She crumbled in front of me, wailing hysterically.
“Luna Genevieve,” she sobbed, her voice filled with false desperation, “you can hurt me, but you can’t harm the pup in my belly!”
Callahan spun around, his eyes blazing with anger. Before I could utter a word, he slapped me hard across the face, the force knocking me off the stretcher altogether.
I curled up in agony, unable to make a sound.
Clearly, the one truly wronged was me.
The mate I had loved for ten years didn’t even ask me a single question before condemning me outright.
The searing pain below made me painfully aware that our pup was already gone.