Pain ripped through my abdomen, tearing a sharp scream from my throat.

Shattered glass and the screech of twisting metal still echoed in my ears, but the harsh, blinding lights of the Frostpine Pack hospital dragged me back to the present.

"Push the gurney! We're losing her!" a nurse yelled, sprinting alongside my bed.

I grabbed the metal rail, my knuckles turning white. "My baby. Please."

"Stay with us, Luna," Dr. Thorne said. His gloved hands pressed hard against my swollen stomach, trying to stem the bleeding. "You are going straight into surgery."

They shoved the double doors open. The emergency bay was a chaotic mess of shouting medics and blaring monitors. Another gurney sat a few yards away, surrounded by a swarm of nurses. The other pregnant woman from the crash.

Then, a voice cut through the noise. Deep. Familiar.

Kevin. My mate. My Alpha.

"What is the status?" Kevin demanded.

I turned my head. He stood in the hallway, his clothes rumpled, his expression frantic. Hope flared in my chest. He was here.

"Alpha," a senior surgeon replied, stepping into Kevin's path. "Two pregnant women came in from the collision. Both are critical. We only have one primary trauma team available right now."

"Take the trauma team to the younger woman," Kevin ordered.

The monitors beside me spiked. I froze, my fingers slipping from the metal rail.

"Alpha?" the surgeon asked, his tone faltering. "But Luna Zoe... she's carrying your pup. Her vitals are dropping rapidly. She needs the primary team."

"Just do what I say!" Kevin snapped. "Zoe has a strong physique. She is a tough wolf. She won't die. The other woman looks far more serious. Save her first!"

"Understood, Alpha," the surgeon said.

Footsteps rushed away. The heavy doors swung shut, sealing me inside the operating room.

Silence settled over my side of the room, save for the rhythmic, terrifying beeping of the machines. The army of medical staff had vanished, following their Alpha's command.

"Dr. Thorne," Nurse Clara whispered, staring at the empty space where the surgical team had just been standing. "They took everyone. It's just us."

"We don't need them," Dr. Thorne muttered. He grabbed a scalpel from the metal tray. "Prep her for an emergency C-section. Now."

"Doctor, I'm bleeding too much," I gasped, the room spinning.

"I know," he said, not looking up. "Clara, get the IV lines in. Push the fluids."

"Yes, Doctor." Clara's hands shook as she tore open a plastic package.

A fresh wave of agony hit me. I curled inward, biting my lip until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Kevin's words played on a loop in my mind. *She is a tough wolf. She won't die.*

"I need B-type blood," Dr. Thorne shouted over the wailing monitors. "Get four units from the bank. Hurry."

Clara darted out of the room. I stared at the ceiling tiles, counting the tiny holes in the acoustic panels to keep myself from passing out.

Seconds later, Clara returned. Her face was entirely pale.

"Where is the blood?" Dr. Thorne asked, his hands covered in crimson.

"It's gone," Clara stammered.

"What do you mean gone? We ordered five units of B-negative this morning."

"Alpha Kevin redirected them," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Explain," I managed to choke out, forcing my heavy eyelids open.

Clara wouldn't meet my eyes. "Alpha Kevin... he ordered the blood bank to send every drop of B-type to Operating Room Two."

"For the other woman," I said.

"Yes, Luna."

My chest tightened. He took my surgical team. Now he was taking my blood. He left me and our unborn child on this table with nothing.

"Use the synthetic plasma," Dr. Thorne commanded, his jaw clenching. "Hold on, Zoe. Do not close your eyes. Look at me."

"I'm cold," I whispered.

"I'm saving both of you," he grunted, working with frantic precision. "Clara, clamp that artery. Give me more suction."

"Her blood pressure is tanking!" Clara yelled.

"Keep her awake!"

"Luna! Zoe, talk to me," Clara pleaded, tapping my cheek. "What are you going to name the baby?"

"Leo," I breathed out. "If it's a boy."

"Leo is a strong name," Clara said, her voice cracking. "Stay awake for Leo."

The machines blared a continuous, high-pitched warning. Darkness edged into my vision. I didn't fight it anymore. I just let the cold pull me under.

***

A steady, rhythmic beeping woke me.

I opened my eyes to a dim, quiet room. The smell of antiseptic stung my nose. A heavy bandage wrapped tightly around my abdomen.

"You're awake."

I turned my head. Dr. Thorne stood at the foot of my bed, holding a chart.

"My baby?" I asked, my throat dry and scratchy.

"A boy," Dr. Thorne said, a faint smile touching his exhausted face. "He is small, but he is in the NICU. He is going to make it. And so are you."

"Thank you," I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. "Thank you for not leaving me."

"Rest, Luna," he said, setting the chart down. "I will check on you in an hour."

He walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar.

I stared out the window into the dark night. My body ached, but the pain in my chest hurt worse. Kevin hadn't come. I almost died, and my mate was nowhere to be found.

Footsteps approached the hallway outside my room. Whispers followed.

"You need to pay attention, Maya," the Head Nurse hissed. "Room 104. That is Luna Zoe."

"Wait, seriously?" Maya, a young nurse, asked. "I swore the woman in 102 was the Luna."

"Why would you think that?" the Head Nurse snapped.

"Because Alpha Kevin hasn't left 102 for a single second," Maya replied. "He was holding her hand, kissing her forehead. He looked absolutely terrified when she coded. He even gave her his jacket. If that's not his mate, who is she?"

"Keep your voice down," the Head Nurse scolded. "The Alpha's private life is none of your business. Get back to your station."

"I just thought..." Maya trailed off. "I mean, he didn't even ask about the patient in 104."

The footsteps faded down the corridor.

I lay in the dark. A bitter laugh escaped my throat, echoing in the empty room.

I knew exactly who was in Room 102.

Bella.

Kevin's first love.

She left the pack three years ago, breaking his heart. I picked up the pieces. I stood by his side, helped him build his territory, and carried his child. But the moment she returned, the moment she was in danger, I ceased to exist.

He didn't just choose to save a stranger. He chose to save her.

I pulled the thin hospital blanket up to my chin, staring at the empty doorway.

Then, the handle to my room slowly turned.

The door pushed open, and a tall silhouette stepped into the dim light.

"Zoe?" Kevin whispered, his voice thick with exhaustion.

I didn't answer.

He stepped closer to the bed, his eyes scanning my pale face. "Are you awake?"

I pulled my tiny, fragile son closer to my chest. Leo weighed barely anything, wrapped tightly in a striped hospital blanket. The sharp sting of my incision faded against the warmth of his small body. He was perfect. Every second of agony on that operating table felt entirely worth it.

Kevin stepped into the dim room.

I looked up, expecting relief to wash over his face. Expecting him to rush to my side and hold the son we had prayed for.

His gaze swept right past me. He didn’t look at the bundle in my arms.

Dr. Thorne entered a second later, holding a metal chart.

"Move Bella to the VIP recovery suite," Kevin ordered, his voice flat and commanding.

Dr. Thorne stopped writing. "Alpha, that suite is prepped for Luna Zoe. She underwent a massive hemorrhage and an emergency C-section. She needs the sterile environment."

"Bella's condition is unstable," Kevin replied.

"Your mate needs specialized monitoring," Thorne argued, pointing his pen at my monitors.

"Bella nearly lost her baby," Kevin snapped, stepping directly into the doctor’s space. "She requires the extra space and the private nursing staff. Make the transfer immediately."

"She is the Luna," Thorne pressed.

"I gave you a direct order, Doctor."

"Understood, Alpha," Thorne muttered, backing away toward the hallway.

Kevin turned toward the door, ready to leave.

"You gave her my medical team," I said, the words scraping my dry throat.

He stopped.

"You gave her my blood," I continued, clutching Leo closer. "Now you are giving her my room."

Kevin glanced over his shoulder. "You survived, Zoe. Don't be petty."

"Petty?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Bella is fragile right now," he said, adjusting his collar. "She needs the resources more than you do."

He walked out. The heavy door clicked shut. He never once asked if his son was okay.

Four hours passed. The afternoon sun cast long, cold shadows across the sterile linoleum floor.

The door swung open. Bella Monroe strolled in, cradling a pink swaddle. She wore a silk robe, her face glowing with a soft, triumphant flush. She didn't look like a woman who had nearly died in a car crash.

"Oh, Zoe," Bella cooed, stopping at the foot of my bed. "Look at him. Your little boy is so precious."

I tightened my grip on Leo. "What do you want, Bella?"

She offered a sympathetic pout. "I just wanted to check on you. Kevin told me how hard your surgery was."

"Leave."

Bella stepped closer, trailing a perfectly manicured finger along the plastic edge of my bed tray. "I felt awful taking your doctors. But Kevin simply refused to leave my side. He held my hand through the entire procedure."

I stared straight ahead, refusing to give her the satisfaction of my tears.

"I told him to go to you," Bella sighed, brushing a speck of lint off her robe. "I really did. But he wouldn't listen."

"Are you done?" I asked.

"He was just so terrified of losing me again," she whispered, a smirk playing on her lips. "Some bonds never really break, do they?"

Heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor. The door pushed wide open.

Kevin froze in the entryway, taking in the scene.

Bella gasped. Her knees buckled, and she swayed backward, clutching her baby tightly against her chest.

Kevin lunged forward. He caught her by the waist before she hit the floor.

"I've got you," he said, steadying her against his chest. He snapped his head toward me, his eyes dark with immediate anger. "What did you do?"

"She walked in here on her own," I said, keeping my tone dead level.

"She just gave birth!" Kevin shouted. "Why are you stressing her out?"

"Kevin, please," Bella whimpered, burying her face against his shirt. "She didn't mean to yell at me. I shouldn't have come."

"You shouldn't be out of bed," he said softly to her, his thumbs rubbing small circles on her arms.

The sudden shouting startled Leo. My son let out a piercing wail, his tiny fists shaking the blanket.

I rocked him, trying to soothe his cries. "Shh, it's okay. Mommy's here."

Kevin glanced at the crying infant. His expression remained entirely blank. No warmth. No concern. Just an Alpha annoyed by the noise.

"Let's get you back to your suite," Kevin said to Bella.

He guided her out of the room, leaving me alone with our screaming son.

Midnight brought a heavy, suffocating silence to the maternity ward.

A young nurse hurried into my room, dropping a thick manila folder onto my bedside table.

"Sorry, Luna, I need to adjust your IV," she said, tapping the buttons on the machine. She rushed out just as quickly, leaving the folder behind.

I reached over to hand it back, assuming she forgot it.

The name on the plastic tab caught my eye. *Monroe, Bella.*

My fingers hovered over the cover. I shouldn't look. But the memory of Kevin holding her waist burned fresh in my mind.

I flipped the folder open.

It was a complete prenatal record. Dates stretched back over eight months. Routine blood tests. Weight check-ins.

Then I saw the intake form.

*Patient: Bella Monroe.*

*Emergency Contact: Alpha Kevin Mercer.*

*Father of Child: Kevin Mercer.*

My stomach plummeted.

"Did you see the Alpha earlier?" a hushed voice drifted through the crack in my door.

"I did," another nurse whispered. "He's obsessed with that baby girl. No wonder."

"Right? Everyone knows it's his pup. Why else would he abandon the Luna like that?"

"Keep it down. If the Luna hears you, we're fired."

Their footsteps shuffled away down the hall.

My hands shook violently. I turned to the last page of the file. A small, glossy square slipped from between the papers and landed on my lap.

An ultrasound photo.

I flipped it over.

Familiar, jagged handwriting covered the white backing.

*To my little girl. Daddy can't wait to meet you.*

A tear broke free, tracking hot down my cheek. I stared at the black ink, my chest caving in.

He told me he hadn't spoken to Bella in three years. He swore she was a ghost from his past, a mistake he had long forgotten.

He lied.

He knew about this child. He tracked her pregnancy. He wrote loving notes to her baby while I rubbed my own swollen belly alone in our massive bed.

I was the last one to know. The entire hospital knew my mate fathered another woman's child.

A sudden, blood-curdling scream shattered the quiet night.

"Help!" Bella shrieked from down the hall. "Somebody help me! She's not breathing!"

"Help!" Bella shrieked from down the hall. "Somebody help me! She's not breathing!"

Chaos erupted in the corridor. Footsteps pounded against the linoleum. Medics shouted orders, their voices overlapping in a frantic blur.

"Get the suction!" a nurse yelled.

"She choked on her milk! Clear her airway!" another responded.

I clutched my hospital blanket, my heart hammering against my ribs. A tiny, fragile baby was suffocating just a few doors down. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for the infant.

"She's breathing!" a doctor announced loudly. "Vitals are stabilizing."

I let out a long exhale, slumping back against my pillows.

My door slammed open, hitting the wall with a deafening crack.

Kevin stormed into the room. His chest heaved, and his eyes burned with a furious, golden light. He marched straight to the side of my bed, towering over me.

"What did you do?" he demanded, his voice a lethal low growl.

I stared at him, completely baffled. "What?"

"Don't play dumb, Zoe." He slammed his hands onto the metal bedrail. "Bella's daughter nearly died. What did you do to her formula?"

The accusation felt like a physical blow. "Are you insane? I just had major surgery. I can't even stand up."

"You were angry," Kevin snapped. "You yelled at Bella earlier. You wanted to punish her."

"I haven't moved from this mattress!" I shouted, ignoring the sharp sting in my abdomen. "You think I would try to kill a newborn baby?"

"You hate that she is here."

"I hate that my mate left me to bleed out on an operating table!" I fired back. "But I would never harm a child. How could you even think that?"

Kevin narrowed his eyes, studying my pale face. His jaw clenched tightly.

"It better not be you," he said, his tone turning to ice. "Otherwise, I will never forgive you."

He turned on his heel and walked out, leaving the door wide open.

I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in my hands. The physical pain of my incision was nothing compared to the violent tear in my chest. He didn't just abandon me. He thought I was a monster.

By noon the next day, the hospital room felt like a prison.

Voices drifted from the VIP lounge across the hall. The Frostpine Pack elders had arrived.

I forced myself out of bed. Every step sent a jolt of fire through my stomach, but I grabbed the IV pole and wheeled it toward the door. I needed to see my pack. I needed my people.

I stopped in the doorway of the lounge.

Bella sat on a plush sofa, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. Elder Grayson stood beside her, his wrinkled face full of sympathy. Several other pack members crowded around, offering her water and soft murmurs of comfort.

"It was terrifying," Bella sobbed. "The crash came out of nowhere. I thought I was going to lose my little girl."

"You are safe now," Elder Grayson said. "The Alpha protected you."

"I just don't understand why Zoe hates me so much," Bella whimpered, dropping her tissue. "I heard the whispers. People think she caused the crash on purpose because she knew I was returning to the pack."

"That is a lie!" I pushed my IV pole forward, stepping into the room.

The room fell dead silent. Everyone turned to stare at me.

Kevin stood in the corner, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't move to help me.

"Luna Zoe," Elder Grayson said, his tone stiff. "You should be resting."

"I will not rest while she accuses me of attempted murder," I said, pointing a shaking finger at Bella. "I was a victim in that crash, too."

Bella shrank back against the sofa cushions. "I didn't mean to upset you, Zoe. I'm just so scared. Especially after what happened last night."

She reached up and unbuttoned the top of her silk blouse.

A silver chain rested against her collarbone. Hanging from the center was a massive, teardrop-shaped moonstone. It caught the harsh hospital lights, glowing with a faint blue aura.

My stomach dropped into a bottomless pit.

"Kevin gave me this," Bella whispered, touching the stone. "He told me it would keep me safe. He said it was a token of his eternal protection."

Elder Grayson frowned. "Alpha Kevin? That is the Frostpine Moonstone. It is meant only for the Luna."

"I know," Bella said, casting a tearful glance at Kevin. "I tried to give it back to him when I left three years ago. But he refused to take it. He told me to keep it forever."

I turned my head slowly, locking eyes with my mate.

On our wedding night, I asked him about the missing pack heirloom. He told me it was lost. He swore he would find it and place it around my neck.

"Tell them," I challenged, my voice cracking. "Tell them she stole it."

Kevin held my gaze. His expression remained entirely unreadable.

"Kevin," I pleaded. "Say something."

He uncrossed his arms and shoved his hands into his pockets. "It is just a necklace, Zoe. Let it go."

A collective gasp rippled through the pack members.

He didn't deny it. He let her claim the Luna's heirloom right in front of my face.

"I see," I whispered.

I didn't yell. I didn't cry. I simply turned my IV pole around and walked out of the lounge. I finally understood the truth. I was never his true mate. I was just a placeholder until the woman he actually loved decided to come back.

Night fell, wrapping the hospital in heavy shadows.

The pain medication wore off, leaving me wide awake. I needed to see my son.

I shuffled down the quiet corridor toward the NICU. The large glass window offered a clear view of the incubators.

I stopped short.

Kevin stood inside the dim room. He wasn't standing next to Leo's incubator. He was holding a tiny bundle wrapped in a pink blanket. Bella stood right beside him, her head resting gently on his shoulder.

They looked perfect. A complete, happy family.

"She has your nose," Bella whispered, her voice carrying through the cracked door.

"She is so small," Kevin replied, his thumb brushing the baby's cheek.

"If I hadn't left three years ago," Bella asked softly, trailing a hand down Kevin's arm. "Would it be me standing by your side? Would I be your Luna?"

I held my breath, my fingernails digging into my palms.

Tell her no. Tell her you love me.

Kevin stared down at the baby. "The past cannot be changed, Bella."

He didn't say no.

I backed away from the window. The last remaining thread of hope inside me snapped.

I walked straight to my room and picked up my phone. I dialed a number I hadn't used in five years.

"Uncle Marcus," I said when the line clicked open.

"Zoe?" His gruff voice sounded thick with sleep. "It's the middle of the night. What's wrong?"

"I need your help," I said, staring at the blank hospital wall. "I need new identities. For me and my son."

"Are you leaving the Alpha?"

"Yes."

"Pack law requires the Alpha's consent to take a pup across borders," Marcus warned. "If he catches you, he will lock you in the cells."

"He won't catch me," I said flatly. "Can you get the papers ready?"

"Give me twenty-four hours. I will send a car to the hospital loading dock tomorrow night."

"Thank you, Uncle."

I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed.

I closed my eyes and focused on the deep, magical tether in my chest. The Mate Bond. It pulsed with a dull, heavy ache, connecting my soul directly to Kevin's.

"I, Zoe," I whispered to the empty room, "reject you, Alpha Kevin Mercer."

A sharp, violent tear ripped through my heart. I dropped to my knees, gasping for air as the bond shattered into a million jagged pieces. The pain was blinding, far worse than the surgery.

I pressed my forehead against the cold floor, waiting for the agony to pass.

Suddenly, heavy boots slammed against the floorboards in the hallway, sprinting directly toward my room.

"Zoe!" Kevin roared, his voice shaking the entire ward.