Letting Go as My Alpha’s Breeder Bears His Child

SAVANNAH

My voice was sharp, slicing through the tense air of Evan’s study in the packhouse. He stood behind his desk, arms crossed over his chest, his jaw set in that infuriatingly stubborn way I had come to know all too well.

"You need to listen to me, Evan. I heard her. Cecily is working with someone—someone who wants to take this pack. And I don’t think it is just this one. She said just like the other, this pack ill be yours. That’s probably why she made herself available as a breeder. That’s why she’s pretending, letting only me see her for what she truly is. She admitted it, word for word."

Evan’s brows furrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. "And you managed to piece this together from a conversation you overheard while eavesdropping on her? You’ve really changed over these last few months, Savannah. I thought almost making her lose the baby in the kitchen was the worst of it, but now I see you’re willing to stoop even lower."

"I’m stooping so low?" I stepped forward, my fists clenched at my sides. "She said the Silver Ridge pack would be theirs by the next full moon! How can you not see what’s right in front of you?"

He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "This has gone too far," he muttered. "I won’t stand here and let you accuse her without proof."

"Proof?" My voice rose, incredulous. "I just told you what I heard with my own ears, Evan. What more proof do you need?"

His expression hardened, his tone cool and dismissive. "Then let’s go to Cecily and ask her."

I froze, staring at him. For a moment, I thought I had misheard him. "What?"

"Let’s go to her," he repeated, stepping out from behind the desk. "If she’s plotting against the pack, she won’t be able to hide it. But if you’re wrong, Savannah—"

"Wrong?" The word escaped me in a whisper, the sting of betrayal cutting deep.

He didn’t believe me.

He truly didn’t believe me.

I shook my head slowly, the realization settling over me like a cold, heavy blanket. The thread had snapped. The last fragile connection that had tethered us together was gone. I had truly lost him.

For weeks, I had clung to hope, to the possibility that we could find our way back to each other. But now, standing here in front of the man I had once called my mate, I saw the truth.

"You think I’m doing this out of spite, don’t you?" My voice was quiet now, the anger ebbing into something colder, sharper.

Evan’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

"You’ve already chosen her," I said, each word deliberate, a final nail in the coffin of what we once had. "You chose her the moment you let her into this pack, into your life, into our life. And now, you can’t even see what she’s doing to destroy everything we’ve built."

"Enough, Savannah," he said, his tone clipped. "I won’t have you causing more division in this pack. If you’re so sure, let’s go settle this now."

I stared at him for a long moment, my chest tight with a thousand emotions I couldn’t name. Then, slowly, I shook my head again.

"It’s really over," My voice was barely above a whisper. "I don’t know why, but I thought if I stayed a little longer, you’d eventually come to your senses. Maybe that’s why a part of me has been prolonging this for so long. But it’s never going to end, is it? Even when she has the baby, it’ll still be her. There’s nothing left of us."

Then for the first time in months, I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. The fight was gone, replaced by a quiet certainty. I met his gaze, my wolf growling within me. I didn’t know if it was in protest or acceptance of what I was about to do.

“I, Savannah Queen—"

Evan’s eyes widened in surprise. "What do you think you’re—"

The first tear slid down my cheek, but I didn’t stop. The words were already flowing from my lips.

"Reject you, Evan Scott, as my mate."

I felt the bond snap instantly, the pain of it tearing through me like a blade. It took everything in me to stay standing as I watched Evan’s face twist in agony, his knees giving way as he crumbled to the ground.

My eyes closed on their own accord as I said the final words, severing the last thread that connected us.

"As of this moment, you are nothing to me."