My Alpha Planned to Murder Our Pup to Save His Heir

I couldn't breathe. The world had collapsed into a single, suffocating point of pain. My body was on the floor of what had been my bedroom—our bedroom—but nothing felt real anymore. Not the silk sheets beneath my cheek. Not the fading scent of my son on his favorite stuffed wolf. Not even the hollow echo of my own heartbeat. Jayden was gone. My beautiful, innocent pup had fallen from the packhouse balcony. They said it was an accident. They said I was there. They said it was my fault.

The door clicked open, and I didn't turn to look. I knew who it was. The heavy footsteps of Alpha Davis, my mate, my supposed protector, filled the room with the same oppressive weight that had been crushing me since the news broke. Behind him, the lighter, sharper steps of Maren—his mother, the former Luna, the woman who had never thought me worthy of her son.

'This is pathetic.' Maren's voice cut through the silence like a blade. 'Look at her, Davis. This is the Luna you chose.'

I wanted to speak, to defend myself, but my throat had closed around a knot of grief so profound that words couldn't survive it. I had been there. I had been holding Jayden's hand. I had turned away for just a moment to answer a question from one of the pack mothers. And then...

'He was only three years old!' Maren's voice rose, her words hammering into my skull. 'A wolfless mother. What use is she to anyone? She couldn't even protect her own pup.'

The accusation hit like a physical blow. I tried to sit up, to protest, but Davis's Alpha tone filled the room before I could find my voice.

'Enough, Mother.' His voice was cold, controlled—the voice he used in pack meetings when someone had disappointed him. He knelt beside me, but there was no comfort in his presence. His hand gripped my shoulder, and I felt the pressure of his Alpha aura pressing down on me like a mountain. 'Katelyn, this is your fault.'

The words shattered what little composure I had left. 'Davis, please—'

'You were supposed to protect him.' His tone was relentless, crushing. 'You failed as a mother. You failed as a Luna. You failed as my mate.'

Each word was a nail in the coffin of the woman I had been. I was wolfless. I was broken. I was alone. And now, I was to blame for the death of my own child.

They left me there, on the floor, drowning in guilt and grief. I didn't move for hours. I didn't cry. I didn't think. I simply existed in a void where everything that had ever mattered had been taken from me.

A week passed in a haze. The pack's whispers followed me like shadows. I heard the words: 'unfit,' 'weak,' 'disgrace.' I stopped eating. Stopped sleeping. Stopped feeling anything except the crushing weight of my failure.

And then came the day of the rejection.

They dragged me to the Black Moon pack courthouse like a criminal. The elders sat in judgment. Davis stood tall, his Alpha aura filling the space, making everyone else seem smaller, lesser. He looked at me with eyes that had once held love but now held only contempt.

'Katelyn Wallace,' he announced, his voice carrying to every corner of the room, 'you have proven yourself unfit to be Luna of the Black Moon Pack. You have failed in your most sacred duty as a mother and as my mate.'

I wanted to scream that it was a lie, that something else had happened, that I would never have let my son fall. But his Alpha tone was crushing my will, suffocating my voice.

'I, Davis Wallace, Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, reject you, Katelyn Wallace, as my mate.'

The words fell like stones. The mate bond, already weakened by his emotional distance, began to tear. It felt like my soul was being ripped apart.

'The dissolution papers.' He thrust a pen into my trembling hand. 'Sign them.'

I stared at the document, the words blurring through my tears. Everything I had built, everything I had believed in, was being stripped away.

'Sign. Them.' Davis's Alpha command left no room for resistance.

With a hand that no longer felt like my own, I signed my name. The moment the pen lifted from the paper, I felt something inside me break. I was no longer Luna. No longer mate. No longer mother. I was nothing.

They let me go then, casting me out like garbage. I stumbled into the streets, an Omega with nothing left to lose. The pack courthouse fell away behind me as I wandered, numb and empty.

And then I heard his voice.

Davis's voice, warm and intimate in a way I hadn't heard in months. I froze, turning toward the sound. In a secluded alleyway, I saw them. Davis and a she-wolf I recognized as Camilla Ruiz. They were embracing, their bodies entwined in a way that spoke of intimacy and secrets.

But it was what—who—I saw in Camilla's arms that stopped my heart.

A small pup, no more than three years old, with my son's eyes and Davis's dark hair. Around his neck, gleaming in the afternoon sun, was the silver howling wolf pendant I had given him when he was born.

Jayden.

My son.

Alive.

The world tilted on its axis. The shock was so profound, so devastating, that something inside me cracked open. And from that crack, a voice I had never heard before—wild, fierce, and utterly mine—began to howl.