I Miscarried While My Alpha Celebrates His Mistress's Baby

For the next few hours, I lay on the hospital bed, mulling over the fact that my husband was busy taking care of another woman and her baby while I was busy losing mine.

I wasn’t able to fathom a story more tragic than that.

The sounds of my ringtone dragged me out of my self-pity and when I turned to look at the caller ID, I saw that it was Alpha Xavier.

“So now he wants us,” I heard my wolf say and I scoffed.

For the next few minutes, I watched the call ring and watched as my mate proceeded to call me three more times. I felt too weak to listen to anything he had to say or even try to tell him about what happened to our unborn child, not when I knew that he was with Quinn again.

It wasn't the first time Xavier had chosen to prioritize that woman over me and now, I have finally come to accept that I am second to her in his life.

As if Xavier sensed that I wouldn't be answering him no matter how many times he called, he mindlinked me and I found myself almost laughing about the absurdity of it all.

“Why aren’t you home, Stella? You aren’t picking up any of my calls and it’s making me worried.”

I contemplated on whether to answer him or not and while it would have felt good to serve him with a fraction of the treatment he dished out to me, I decided against it and finally gave in. “I had a miscarriage, Xavier. We lost the baby,” I mindlinked him in a low, weak tone.

“Stella, this isn't the time for jokes or empty threats. This is the reason why we always end up in stupid fights in the first place,” he argued, his voice echoing harshly in my mind.

The last few months we had together flashed through my mind and what I could recall most of all were all the heated arguments that we had.

I could vividly recall this one time when it was my mother’s birthday and Xavier stood me up just to escort Quinn home. “Quinn is a young woman susceptible to falling into the traps of any of the perverts roaming around. Your mother will have a million birthdays and if Quinn gets in trouble tonight then she’ll be ruined for life,” I remembered him arguing.

That night, he never came home.

Thinking about it, most of our arguments revolved around Quinn. It was always Quinn.

Having a conversation with Xavier wasn't making me feel any better, so when I received a call from the pack’s orphanage, I was quick to temporarily block him from my mind and answer more pressing matters.

A single conversation with the director from the pack orphanage was quick to lift my spirits and so, when I was discharged, I decided to stay there for a while.

I spent my next day in the orphanage, playing with the pups and trying to not dwell on the fact that I had lost a pup myself a few days back, but of course, Xavier could never leave me for too long.

One of the staff ran forward with what I believed to be my phone, interrupting the little lesson I was having with a few young pups. “Luna Stella, Alpha Xavier has been calling you for quite some time now.”

As reluctant as ever, I stood up to my feet and took the phone from my hands. Ready to hear the absolute worst, I picked up the call and put the phone close to my ears. “What’s going with us, Stella? Are you mad at me? Why haven't you come home yet?”

“I’ve been busy with the pups at the orphanage. I felt they would need me more,” I half lied.

If Alpha Xavier had been anything close to a good mate, he would have sensed the hint of sadness in my tone or the hidden meaning behind my words, but of course, he didn't.

Xavier ignored my statement completely. “Wait for me. I’ll pick you up tonight.”

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that statement. I had heard empty promises like that one too many times.

When nighttime came and I was done with the pups, I didn't bother spending an extra minute waiting for Xavier. The weather outside seemed good and both my wolf and I yearned to find a way to release our pent-up anger, and so I shifted into my wolf form and went for a small run before heading home, hoping that it would clear our head in some way.

And it did.

Back at home, I was thrilled to find that Xavier was not at home. Just as I was done preparing a meal for myself alone, I received a call from him. “Stella, I’m at the orphanage and I can't find you anywhere. Where are you?”

“Oh, I forgot you were supposed to pick me up and I left on my own,” I answered and before Xavier could say anything else, I ended the call quickly.

For the first time in years, I had cooked a meal without wondering what Xavier would think about it or if it would suit his taste pallets correctly. I simply took the time to savor it and wash up my plates after.

I was ready to call it a night when Xavier barged in, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. “I will not have a Luna that disgraces me out in public!” he yelled, slamming the door.

All the anger in me began to resurface as I yelled back. “Then maybe you don't need a Luna at all!”