My Alpha And Her Sister-In-Law Were Hospitalized For Using Toys

I never thought my life would unfold like this—so violently, so catastrophically.

The news hit me like a punch to the gut, cold and unforgiving.

My mate—my Alpha, the one I chose—was rushed to the Pack Doctor’s clinic, nearly choking to death on his own lust. Suffocating. Dying. All because of a reckless coupling that went horribly wrong.

I raced to the Pack Clinic, my heart hammering, but what greeted me wasn’t the sterile scent of antiseptic. No, it was something far worse—the lingering scent of another woman. Her scent, tangled with his, soaked into the air like acid.

My Alpha, the one who promised me forever, was there with her. His Beta lover. Unconscious. Naked. The betrayal wasn’t just there in the air—it was right beside him, her body pressed up against his like they had just shared something they’d both thrown me away for.

I felt nothing but rage. But it was the kind of rage that burned so cold it felt like a void inside of me. A deep, aching emptiness. The betrayal wasn’t what I expected—it was so much worse.

The Pack Doctor, his face grim with discomfort, barely met my eyes as he spoke, each word laced with unease.

“The patient... he was using a toy. It got stuck inside him. We're working on removing it. This is all we can do for now.”

His eyes flickered nervously, clearly avoiding mine, as if he could somehow escape the storm I could feel brewing inside of me.

I stood there, the words hanging in the air like a suffocating fog, choking me.

Then came the question—the one that was always asked when a packmate’s loyalty was called into question:

“What’s your relationship to the patient?”

I turned my face away, unable to let them see the fire inside me. “Just a packmate,” I whispered, the words feeling like poison on my tongue.

Once, I would’ve torn this place apart—screamed, demanded answers. But now? Now I was hollow. Empty. Just a shell of who I used to be.

I signed the papers with a steady hand, not sparing another glance at the two tangled in their disgusting display of affection. They deserved each other. But I would have no part in it.

I stormed out into the cold night, the bite of the air sharp and cleansing. My phone buzzed in my hand. I didn’t need to look to know who it was.

I dialed my father’s number.

“I accept the arranged bonding,” I said, my voice calm, unwavering. “In three days, I will take my new mate.”

As soon as I ended the call, my phone buzzed again. Alpha Lorcan’s name flashed on the screen. I answered, my heart still cold, still seething.

“Galadriel, my car got towed. Handle it when you get back and drive it home.” His voice was smooth, too smooth, like velvet over steel. The voice that used to make my heart race.

If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would’ve never believed this was the same man—the one who once swore I was his only mate.

Then I heard it. A soft groan in the background.

“Mm…”

My fingers tightened around the phone, my grip almost painful. Before I could react, Lorcan’s voice rushed in, trying to cover up the sound.

“I kicked the leg of the chair,” he said, his words too casual, too dismissive.

The audacity.

He didn’t even know that I had just left the clinic where he was. That I had seen everything.

I didn’t answer him. Only two words left my mouth: “Got it.”

The plan had been simple. I was supposed to be away on a pack mission, away from everything. If I hadn’t decided to come back early, to surprise him… I would’ve never caught him in the act.

But the worst part? The car—the car I had given him, the one I trusted him with—was now a symbol of his betrayal. I had to collect it. I couldn’t let him take that piece of me.

When I reached the car, the smell hit me first. It was sickening. Rot. Heat.

The sight? Worse.

A crumpled men’s dress shirt lay across the driver’s seat, discarded like it was nothing. Nearby, pieces of torn lace—clearly feminine—were strewn on the floor, a testament to their indiscretions. But the worst was the backseat.

Dark, sticky stains still clung to the upholstery. Evidence of their twisted passion, illuminated by the dim streetlights.

My stomach turned, nausea rising fast. I slammed the door shut like it could erase the image burned into my mind. But it was too late. My body rejected it all at once, and I bent over, vomiting violently onto the cold pavement.

A warm hand landed on my back, steady, comforting.

I tensed. The touch was light, yet it sent an electric shiver up my spine. Slowly, I turned to see who it was.

Standing there, watching me with unreadable eyes, was the Pack Doctor—Beta Aurelian. No longer in his white coat, he wore a simple black shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, his sharp eyes framed by gold-rimmed glasses. He had known me since I was a child, and now, he was the last person I ever expected to find in this moment.

“Beta Aurelian… why did you follow me?” My voice came out softer than I intended, the shock of the moment sinking in.

“I was worried about you,” he said, his tone calm and distant, as it always had been. Detached. Professional. The way he kept himself separate from the pack.

A pause lingered before he asked, his voice quieter, questioning, “You agreed to the arranged bonding?”

I nodded, too numb to say anything else. The decision was made. There was no turning back.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, rare and unsettling. “Good. In three days, I’ll be waiting for you at the bonding ceremony.”

I nodded, my energy drained.

He offered to drive me home, but I refused. Instead, I called a driver to take me back, the car that now represented betrayal left behind to be cleaned, scrubbed of every trace of him. I would sell it. I never wanted to see it again.

As I rode through the pack territory, moonlight casting long shadows, I thought back on the last seven years. Seven years with Alpha Lorcan, and now it felt like nothing more than a lie.

I remembered the way he used to look at me—like I was the only person who mattered. His eyes full of love. He had called me pure. Innocent. The sweetest she-wolf.

Now? I was just another scar on his heart. Another shattered promise.