I Faked My Death, and My Alpha Begged Me to Come Back

Mia's POV :

The baby was taken from me before I even had a chance to breastfeed her for the first time. I couldn’t hold her; I could only hear her cries and watch as the nurse carried her away.

My cries of pain filled the room.

“Alpha, this is too much for her. You should give her some time to rest. She can’t get pregnant again anytime soon.”

The pack doctor, Dr Joseph, tried to persuade Logan to give me a break from pregnancy.

“How long?” That cold voice crept through my body like ice.

“Give her three years, then prepare for the birth of the fifth child. Her body hasn’t fully recovered from the previous miscarriage of the twins, and this fourth birth has further strained her womb.”

“That’s too long. Her body is meant for reproduction. That’s why the fertility potion was given to her. Don’t waste the pack’s resources given to you and Mia. The fifth child must still be born soon.”

I glanced at his figure leaning against the wall; my teeth chattered as I looked at him, filled with pain.

My body is still in agony—my blood hasn’t even dried yet!

Our gazes met briefly. His face looked startled for a moment. Something like guilt flashed across his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as lightning, as if that guilt had been nothing but an illusion.

"Make sure she’s back on her feet. I’m going to see Luna to tell her about Lily’s birth. She always gets sad whenever the kids are born.”

Every time I give birth to a child, Logan comforts Olivia and showers her with the finest gifts as if he were the one enduring the suffering—not me, who has repeatedly faced death to ensure an Alpha’s offspring is born safely into the world.

A bowl containing a dark, thick black potion was thrust in front of my face.

“I’m sorry, Mia… but you have to drink this. Your body will recover quickly, and it will ease the pain of childbirth. Then you’ll prepare for the birth of your fifth child.”

“I’ll drink it,” I gritted my teeth, trying to suppress the nausea in my stomach. Taking the drink, I downed it in one gulp.

I drank it only so my body would recover quickly and I could get out of this place—which felt like a hellhole that would swallow me alive—and then take my mother away.

“All right. You need to rest.” Dr Joseph took the empty bowl and left my room, followed by several other nurses.

It’s only because Luna is infertile that this role as a breeder has been forced upon me.

Everyone thinks Logan Sinclair, the Wildfire Pack Alpha, famous as a multi-billionaire businessman in South America, loves his mate, Olivia Wright, so deeply.

Yet, no one knows that I am his true fated mate.

On my 18th birthday, I discovered that Logan was my fated mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess.

Yet all I received was a cold stare and rejection from Logan. The next day, Logan brought another mate, Olivia Wright, and immediately made her Luna.

Olivia was shot by a bullet coated in silver poison while saving Logan.

The poison had damaged her womb.

The pack elders and Madam Freya would not accept a barren Luna, and argued with Logan to choose another Luna.

Olivia offered to accept an omega to serve as a breeder and bear her husband’s children.

She specifically chose me, and then the role of breeder was forced upon me by Logan at Olivia’s request.

At that time, after being rejected by Logan, I decided to leave the pack and take my mother to another country for treatment.

When the decision fell to me, I was trapped in the pack and desperately begged Madam Freya to persuade Logan to choose someone else.

Madam Freya sighed, but her reply was as cold as her son’s. “Consider this payment for raising you. If you refuse, I’ll withdraw your mother’s medical support. Your mother won’t have a chance to live.”

My heart shattered into pieces. What would I do without my mother?

My mother’s smiling face filled my mind.

To fulfil my silly dream of becoming a female astronaut, my father worked twice as hard, and my mother sold her wedding ring to buy me science books. They never revealed that they couldn’t fulfil my dream.

An accident took my father away, and I can’t let go of my mother—the only family I have left in this world.

“I’ll accept it. Please make sure my mother gets the best care.”

Madam Freya promised to set me free, provided I managed to bear five children for Alpha Logan.

I swallowed my pride, doing everything I could to seduce Logan and lure him into my bed so I could get pregnant as soon as possible.

The pack saw me as the third wheel between the Alpha and Luna, and ostracised me.

Even Logan believed my actions were deliberate—intended to hurt his Luna—as revenge for his rejection.

Every night when he pinned me down, he was rough and cruel, whispering his words of disgust at me.

Gone was the older brother who had promised to look after me after my father’s death.

All I saw was disgust whenever he looked at me. Yet, he never failed to come to my room.

In five years, only four children were born safely in succession.

I had suffered a miscarriage during my first pregnancy and lost twins at seven months. That miscarriage had devastated my body. Dr Pack warned that the next pregnancy would take my life.

If I had to give birth to a fifth child, I doubted I could survive to see my mother wake up.

My mother might feel guilty for the rest of her life when she woke up and saw her only daughter had died for her sake.

I have to find a way out of here.

Even before my postpartum period was over, Logan kept coming into my room, insisting that our fifth child must be born soon.

To appease his Luna, after spending the night in my bed, Logan ordered me to serve Olivia as a maid every day at her residence and accept any punishment.

A bucket of cold water was poured over my body.

“Get on your knees!”

My body shivered as I stared at Olivia, who was sitting on the sofa surrounded by her servants.

My body hadn’t fully recovered yet, and I hesitated to kneel.

Olivia’s expression grew darker. Then, suddenly, one of her maids kicked my leg, forcing me to kneel before Olivia.