After My Alpha Replaced Me with His Mistress

The smell of antiseptic burned my nose, harsh and chemical, dragging me out of the darkness. I blinked, the harsh fluorescent lights of the Pack infirmary stinging my eyes. My body felt heavy, like it was filled with lead, but there was a strange, terrifying lightness in my abdomen.

My hand flew to my stomach instantly.

Flat. Empty.

The golden tether I had nurtured for weeks, the tiny spark of life that had been my secret joy, was gone. A hollow, aching void had taken its place, a silence so loud it screamed.

"My baby..." The words scraped out of my dry throat, a broken whisper.

"It is gone, Elise."

The voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. I turned my head, wincing as pain shot through my neck. Alpha Ronan stood at the foot of the bed. He wasn't looking at me with worry or grief. His arms were crossed over his chest, his muscles tense, and his eyes... his eyes were chips of ice.

Blair stood beside him, her hand resting possessively on his forearm. She wore a look of practiced concern, but the corner of her mouth twitched with a suppressed smirk. Behind them, Healer Marcus Thorne adjusted his glasses, holding a clipboard with trembling hands.

"Ronan," I choked out, tears blurring my vision. I tried to sit up, but agony exploded in my shattered legs. They were encased in heavy casts, useless and throbbing. "The Rogues... they attacked me. I tried to save—"

"Save what?" Ronan cut me off, his voice low and dangerous. "The evidence of your betrayal?"

I froze. "What?"

Ronan nodded to Marcus. The Healer stepped forward, refusing to meet my eyes. He cleared his throat, the sound loud in the silent room.

"Luna Elise," Marcus began, his voice shaky. "We... we performed a D&C to remove the remains of the fetus. Standard procedure after a violent miscarriage. However, Alpha Ronan requested a paternity verification due to the... circumstances of where you were found."

"Circumstances?" I gasped. "I was crawling home! Because you ordered me to!"

"Read it," Ronan commanded, ignoring my outburst.

Marcus lifted the paper. "The genetic markers of the fetus do not match the Alpha bloodline. The DNA is chaotic and degraded. It matches the profile of a Rogue."

The world tilted on its axis. The air left the room.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head violently. "That's a lie. That's impossible! Ronan, I have never been with anyone but you! It was our pup! Our heir!"

"Don't you dare call that thing my heir!" Ronan roared, the sound vibrating through the walls. He stepped closer, looming over the bed like an executioner. "Blair told me you were disappearing during border patrols. I didn't want to believe her. I thought you were just lazy. But you were whoring yourself out to Rogues?"

"I wasn't!" I screamed, hysteria clawing at my throat. I looked at Blair, seeing the triumph in her eyes. "She's lying! Marcus is lying! Ronan, please, look at me! Use your wolf! You know my scent!"

"Your scent is covered in the filth of the Rogues who claimed you," Blair said softly, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Oh, Ronan. I'm so sorry. To think she would carry a bastard and try to pass it off as a Pierce..."

"It was a blessing it died," Marcus muttered, finally looking up with cold, dead eyes. "A Rogue bastard would have polluted the pack."

My heart shattered. Not into pieces, but into dust. They were talking about my baby—our baby—like it was trash.

"Get out," Ronan said. His voice wasn't a shout anymore; it was a growl.

"Ronan, please... my legs..." I sobbed, reaching a hand toward him. I needed his comfort. I needed my mate. The bond in my chest pulled at him, desperate for acknowledgment, but he slammed a mental wall down, blocking me out completely.

"I, Ronan Pierce, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, hereby strip you, Elise West, of your title as Luna," he announced. The words carried the weight of Alpha authority, slamming into my chest like a physical blow. I felt the pack link sever, the hum of the other wolves vanishing from my mind, leaving me utterly alone.

"You are no longer Luna. You are barely a pack member. You are a disgrace."

He turned to the two warriors standing guard by the door. "Get this filth out of my infirmary. She doesn't deserve the beds reserved for loyal wolves."

"Where... where should we take her, Alpha?" one guard asked, looking at my cast-bound legs uncertainly.

"The Omega quarters," Ronan spat. "The basement. Let her rot in the damp where she belongs."

"Ronan!" I screamed as the guards moved forward. Rough hands grabbed my arms. They didn't care about my injuries. They dragged me off the bed. My heavy casts hit the linoleum floor with a sickening thud.

Pain white-hot and blinding shot up my spine, but I couldn't stop screaming. I reached out, my fingers scraping against the floor tiles, leaving streaks of blood from where my IV had been ripped out.

Ronan didn't look back. He turned to Blair, burying his face in her neck, seeking comfort from the woman who had orchestrated the death of his child.

As the guards dragged me backward out of the room, the last thing I saw was Blair looking over Ronan's shoulder. She winked.

Then the heavy doors swung shut, and I was hauled into the darkness, leaving my heart and my dead child behind.