My Alpha Forced Me to Save His Chosen Mate

The hospital's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sickly glow across the sterile white walls. I stumbled forward, my legs barely supporting me as Caspian's Alpha aura pressed down on my shoulders like a physical weight.

"Faster," he snarled, his fingers digging into my arm as he dragged me through the corridors of the pack's medical facility.

Dr. Helena Cross stood in the operating room, her surgical mask dangling around her neck. Her eyes widened as Caspian shoved me through the door.

"Alpha," she stammered, "I don't think—"

"You don't think?" Caspian's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "You don't think what, Doctor?"

He released me, and I collapsed against the metal table covered in surgical instruments. The sharp edges bit into my palms as I tried to steady myself.

"I've prepared everything as you ordered," Dr. Cross said, her voice trembling slightly. "But the procedure is extremely risky. Her wolf could—"

"Could what?" Caspian's eyes blazed black as his wolf surfaced. "Save my mate? How dare you question me!"

The Alpha aura in the room intensified until my knees buckled. Dr. Cross lowered her gaze, unable to maintain eye contact with him.

Isabel lay on the adjacent bed, looking remarkably healthy for someone supposedly dying of wolfsbane poisoning. She smiled at me, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"This will only hurt for a little while," she cooed. "Then you'll be free of the burden of being his mate."

Caspian thrust a clipboard at me. "Sign it," he commanded.

I stared at the medical consent forms, the words swimming before my eyes. "What is this?"

"A simple transfusion," Isabel said sweetly. "Bone marrow and wolf blood. It's the only way to save me."

My hand shook as I reached for the pen. "I won't—"

Caspian's Alpha tone slammed into me like a physical blow. "You will sign, or your father dies tonight."

The pen felt like lead in my hand as I signed my name, knowing I was condemning myself to save the last remaining member of my family.

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The pain was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It wasn't just physical—it was spiritual, as if someone was slowly draining my soul.

I screamed as Dr. Cross inserted the needle into my spine, extracting bone marrow that would supposedly heal Isabel's fabricated wounds.

"Her wolf is weakening," Dr. Cross murmured, her voice distant through the haze of agony. "Alpha, we need to stop."

"We continue," Caspian ordered from his position by Isabel's side, where he held her hand tenderly.

I felt my wolf retreating deeper inside me, curling into herself as if trying to escape the violation. *Stay with me*, I pleaded silently. But she only whimpered, growing fainter with each passing moment.

"Elise!"

My father's voice cut through the fog of pain. He burst through the operating room doors, his face pale with horror.

"Daddy," I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

"Get away from her!" he shouted, lunging toward the table. "I'll take her place!"

Beta Marcus appeared behind him, moving with lethal precision. "Alpha said no interruptions."

My father turned, desperation etched across his features. "Please, she's just a child—"

Marcus's hand shot out, gripping my father's throat. "Alpha's orders were clear."

I watched in slow-motion horror as Marcus twisted, the sickening crack of my father's neck echoing through the room.

"Surgical complication," Marcus announced coldly, releasing my father's body to collapse to the floor.

"No!" I screamed, but the sound was hollow, distant.

I felt something inside me shatter completely. My wolf, once a quiet presence, went utterly silent. The bond that had always connected us—even through Caspian's rejection—snapped like a thread cut by cruel scissors.

"Her vitals are dropping," Dr. Cross said urgently. "We've lost the wolf signal."

Caspian barely glanced at my father's body. "Clean that up," he ordered Marcus. "And finish the procedure."

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Darkness. Cold. Silence.

I floated in a void, aware of nothing but the absence of my wolf. The dungeon cell beneath the pack house offered no comfort, no warmth—just like the hollow space inside me where my wolf used to be.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor. I didn't bother to look up.

"So this is what becomes of a rejected mate."

The voice was soft, feminine—not Isabel's venomous sweetness, but something warmer, tinged with sadness.

I raised my head to see Former Luna Margaret standing outside my cell. Caspian's mother. Her elegant features were drawn with grief as she gazed at me.

"Your wolf is gone," she whispered, kneeling beside the bars. "What has he done?"

I couldn't answer. What was there to say?

Margaret reached through the bars, pressing something into my palm. "Scent-maskers," she explained. "And this."

She passed me a small vial of clear liquid. "Drink it when you're ready to leave."

"Leave?" I croaked, my voice barely functioning.

"The border patrol changes at midnight," she said, her eyes darting nervously down the corridor. "I've arranged... a gap in their coverage."

"Why?" I whispered.

Margaret's eyes filled with tears. "Because even the Moon Goddess has limits to what she will forgive." She squeezed my hand gently. "Be ready."