The Green Pack mansion was alive with celebration, the air thick with the scents of roasted meats and expensive wine. The occasion? The announcement of my pregnancy, my first child with my mate, Ridge Nichols. Though I sat at the head of the table as the Luna of the pack, I felt anything but honored. My stomach churned with unease, not just from the morning sickness but from the way Ridge’s gaze kept flickering to Freya Bell, the scarred Omega who had been lurking in the shadows of our lives for years.

The feast was in full swing when the first howl pierced the night. The sound was foreign, jagged—a warning. Before anyone could react, rogues burst into the hall, their auras wild and unhinged. Chaos erupted. The pack warriors, including my father, Alpha Harry Green, sprang into action, but I was frozen, my hands instinctively cradling my barely visible bump. My wolf, Aria, snarled in my mind, urging me to fight, but I couldn’t. I was too weak, too vulnerable.

One of the rogues lunged at me, his claws digging into my arms as he pinned me to the ground. His breath was rancid, his eyes crazed. He didn’t care that I was pregnant. He didn’t care that I was the Luna. His claws slashed across my abdomen, and I screamed, the pain blinding. I felt the life inside me being ripped away, my pup torn from my body before it ever had a chance to grow. The pack hall, once filled with laughter, now echoed with my cries of agony.

Through the haze of pain, I saw Ridge. He wasn’t coming to save me. No, he was shielding Freya, his arms wrapped protectively around her as if she were the one in danger. My father, Harry, was too busy barking orders to his warriors to notice my plight. When it was over, the rogues fled, leaving me broken and bleeding on the cold stone floor. The pack members, those who should have been my family, stared at me with a mix of pity and discomfort. No one moved to help me.

Ridge finally approached, his expression unreadable. He draped a cloak over my naked, bloodied body, his touch clinical rather than comforting. “You’ll be okay, Adelina,” he murmured, though his voice lacked conviction. “We’ll get through this.”

I wanted to believe him, but his scent betrayed him. There was no love, no remorse—only a cold detachment that made my stomach twist. My father, Harry, knelt beside me, his Alpha aura heavy with guilt. “We’ll make them pay for this,” he vowed, his voice trembling with anger. “I swear it.”

But as I was carried to my private chambers, half-conscious and broken, I overheard their conversation. My father’s voice was low, laced with regret. “Ridge, I know this is difficult, but we have to act quickly. The pup… it’s the only way to heal Freya’s scars.”

My blood ran cold. Ridge’s response was calm, almost callous. “I understand, Harry. It’s unfortunate, but Adelina’s pup is the key to saving Freya. We’ll perform the transfusion tonight.”

My father sighed, his voice heavy with guilt. “She’s my daughter, Ridge. I never wanted it to come to this.”

“She’ll survive,” Ridge said dismissively. “And once Freya is healed, we’ll make it up to her.”

I wanted to scream, to lash out, but I was too weak, too broken. The pain in my abdomen was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. My own father, my own mate, had conspired against me. They had sacrificed my unborn pup to heal Freya’s scars, as if my child were nothing more than a resource in some twisted plan.

As I lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness, I heard Ridge’s voice again, softer this time. “Freya’s been through so much. I can’t let her suffer any longer. Adelina is strong—she’ll survive this.”

My father’s response was a low murmur, but I caught the words. “She’s always been resilient. But this… this will break her.”

The room fell silent, and I felt the weight of their betrayal pressing down on me. My pup, my first child, was gone—not because of the rogues, but because of the two men I had trusted most. My father and my mate had plotted this, had used me as a pawn in their twisted game.

When Ridge left to check on Freya, my father followed, their voices fading into the distance. I was alone, my body wracked with pain, my soul shattered. The scent of my blood filled the room, a bitter reminder of what I had lost.

And then, as I drifted into darkness, I heard a voice—a whisper in my mind. *“Weak,”* it said, cold and mocking. *“Pathetic.”*

It was my wolf, Aria, her voice filled with disgust. But even she couldn’t hide the pain in her tone. We had been betrayed, both of us, and there was no coming back from this.

I jolted awake, but no one was there.

Yet the voice continued.

“Either die yourself, or kill them!”

I covered my ears, tears streaming down my face as I shook my head.

“No, it can’t be. There must be a misunderstanding. They must have a reason.”

A soft sigh followed, and the whispers faded.

I lay alone in the bed, silent tears falling.

Only the pain in my body and heart reminded me I was still barely alive.

The oil lamp on the table had burned out, and no one came to check on me.

I had hemorrhaged after losing my pups, drenched in cold sweat, the sheets soaked beneath me.

I tried to call for help, but my lips were cracked, my throat dry, and no sound came out.

By midnight, faint footsteps echoed in the dark room.

I couldn’t see who it was, but I recognized the small, tender voice.

“Adelina, are you still alive?”

In my daze, I felt a warm little hand rest on mine.

I knew that voice instantly.

It was Inaya, the girl I’d met in the Shadow Forest behind the Green Pack’s territory.

Inaya was originally from a small healer family but had been forced into hiding after her family was attacked by rogues.

One day, she stumbled into a trap set by hunters and was injured.

When I brought her to the Green Pack, the others looked down on her for her low status and bullied her relentlessly.

She often hid in my room, too afraid to go outside.

A few days ago, after I found out I was pregnant, I couldn’t protect her as much.

I had to take her back to the forest and leave her in a small cabin.

And now, she was the only one who still cared enough to come see me.

I let out a bitter laugh.

The people I’d lived with for eighteen years in the Green Pack were nothing compared to a girl I’d only known briefly.

She pulled a flask from her waist.

“Adelina, I brought you some healing herbs. Drink it.”

I was too weak to lift my hand, so Inaya carefully tilted the flask to my lips, letting the liquid trickle into my mouth.

The bitterness soothed my throat, and I felt a faint surge of energy.

I turned my head to look at her, my voice hoarse.

“Inaya, why did you come?”

Her face grew hesitant.

“I sneaked in to congratulate you, but… I overheard the pack talking. Ridge and Freya are holding their marking ceremony in three days.”

The news of Ridge and Freya’s ceremony wasn’t new to me. I’d already heard Ridge and my father discussing it earlier.

They’d taken my pups, allowed me to be tortured, all for Freya’s sake.

My lips twitched, but I said nothing.

What Inaya said next, however, cut deeper.

“They’re saying you conspired with rogues, that your pups were a rogue’s bloodline.

They’re accusing you of plotting to let the rogues invade our territory and slaughter the pack.

The Alpha Council plans to drag you to Redemption Cliff and punish you with eighty-one lashes.”

My face turned pale.

They’d already taken my pups, let me suffer unspeakable pain—why couldn’t they just let me go?

Now they were slandering my name, trying to take my life.

A surge of anger and despair rose in my chest, and I coughed up dark blood.

Inaya looked at me with worry.

“Adelina, let’s run away!”

I coughed weakly and shook my head.

“I don’t have long left. Don’t worry about me. Just go.

Don’t come back here. If they find you, they’ll kill you.”

Inaya’s eyes filled with tears, her voice choked.

“Adelina, you’ll be okay.

I’ll find a way to save you. Wait for me!”

With that, her small figure disappeared into the night.

Soon after, I drifted back into unconsciousness.

In my dreams, I found myself in a forest shrouded in mist.

The ground was littered with bones, sending a chill through me.

Suddenly, a sharp slap across my face jolted me awake.

I blinked, the room now bathed in daylight.

Freya stood over me, looking down with disdain.

“You worthless Omega. Your pups are gone. Why aren’t you dead yet?”

I struggled to sit up, my voice trembling as I confronted her.

“Did you know about all of this? All these years, I’ve treated you well. Why would you do this to me?”

Freya Bell stared back at me, her eyes sharp and venomous, like a wolf ready to strike.

“Blame yourself! Why do you get to have everything? Why does everyone only revolve around you?!”

“I couldn’t stand you, and I wanted to destroy everything you had!”

She stepped forward, grabbing my hair with a vicious grip.

I was forced to look up at her, my neck twisted in pain.

“Now, your father and your mate have abandoned you. Their hearts and minds belong to me.”

“And you, a disgraced piece of trash, are lower than the dirt under my feet.”

“They said you were special, a rare talent, but you’re nothing! Nothing!”

She let out a shrill laugh, her voice echoing in the room.

As she laughed, her eyes flicked to the doorway. In one swift motion, she grabbed the candleholder from the table and smashed it against her own forehead.

Before I could react, my father, Harry Green, and Ridge Nichols burst into the room.

They rushed to Freya’s side, shielding her protectively.

Ridge pulled her into his arms, his eyes filled with concern as he inspected the wound on her forehead.

“Freya, are you hurt?”

Freya’s eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling with feigned innocence.

“I didn’t want Adelina to misunderstand you, so I came to explain. Our mating was forced by my father.”

“But Adelina wouldn’t listen. She hates me, Ridge. She said she would kill me, that she would destroy the entire Green Pack.”

“I’m so scared. It’s all my fault. Please, don’t blame Adelina anymore.”

Ridge turned to me, his eyes filled with reproach.

He looked back at Freya, his voice softening.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“You’re going to be my Luna soon. Don’t cry, or you’ll ruin your beauty. Let me take you back to your room to rest.”

After Ridge escorted Freya out, he returned to my room.

He sat on the edge of my bed, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Adelina, you know Freya saved my life. She’s scarred because of me. I’m mating with her to repay that debt.”

“Right now, we’re in a critical phase of uniting the packs. Freya’s father has promised to help Alpha Harry solidify his position as the Alpha King.”

“Freya is kind-hearted. She said once your father becomes Alpha King, I can take you as my second mate. We can still be together.”

His eyes met mine, but there was no warmth—only cold calculation.

“Can’t you be reasonable like her? Stop causing trouble and stop targeting her, okay?”

“For the sake of your father and me, can’t you rein in your pride?”

His words felt like a lump in my throat, suffocating me.

Despite the pain in my chest, I wanted to believe they were doing this out of necessity.

But my father’s harsh words shattered that fragile hope.

“Adelina has always been arrogant and stubborn. She never listens to anyone.”

“I have to prioritize the pack’s interests. Even if you’re my daughter, if you harm Freya, I won’t spare you!”

His expression was icy as he placed his heavy claws on the table.

“Since you’re so fond of fighting, I’ll break every bone in your body!”