Rejected by My Fated Alpha

After five years of trying for a pup with my mate, I was finally pregnant. Despite the discomfort of pregnancy and the hassle of healer check-ups, I faced it all alone. Omari, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack and a renowned healer specializing in werewolf births, was always too busy attending to other pack members to pay much attention to me.

When it was finally time to give birth, I checked into the healing den as he suggested. "Winifred, don’t worry," he assured me, his Alpha tone steady and commanding. "I’ll be there for you. I’ll personally deliver our pup and be the first one our child sees."

His words calmed my nerves a bit. Later that evening, labor began unexpectedly, and complications arose. Just as Omari donned his healer robes to assist, he received a mind link. His face darkened, and he turned to his Beta, Liam West. “Liam, you take over. I need to attend to someone.”

I watched his retreating figure, my vision blurring. Omari, who could possibly be more important than me and our pup at this moment?

The dilation reached three centimeters, and the pain felt like I was being torn apart from the inside. Tears streamed down my face as I lay on the birthing bed, gripping the sheets, covered in cold sweat. Liam seemed even more flustered than I was, his eyes pleading with the healers and assistants around us.

“Beta Liam,” one healer snapped, pressing down on my stomach, her voice edged with frustration, “if you can’t manage this, call another healer!”

With the lead healer gone, the assistants hesitated to administer the pain-relieving herbs, leaving me to endure the agony. I overheard their hushed conversation, “How could the Alpha, usually so reliable, leave now?”

“Yes, he’s never abandoned a pack member in need before!” they whispered.

Their words only twisted the knife deeper in my heart. Desperate, I reached for my phone, trying to mind link Omari, but the connection remained silent.

Liam soon returned, looking even more frantic. “Everyone is tied up with other pack emergencies; no one else can come!”

The pup’s heartbeat grew weaker, my consciousness dimming. A midwife suggested transferring to the nearest healing den, about twelve miles away.

“No! It’s too far; the pup could suffocate!” was the terrified reply.

The thought of danger to my child sparked a weak determination in me. I clung to Liam’s hand, pleading with him to save my pup. “They say ‘a Beta’s duty is to protect the pack’... I trust you can do this. Perform the surgery.”

In the face of the emergency, Liam was left with no choice but to rely on his training for a cesarean. Mustering the last of my strength, I signed the forms acknowledging the risks, even though the herbs hadn’t fully taken effect. My vitals were dropping rapidly, forcing Liam to proceed immediately.

The scalpel cut into my abdomen, layer by layer. Liam’s hands trembled, each cut a jolt of searing pain, but I bit down hard, refusing to move, even as blood trickled from my lips.

The pup, slick with blood, was finally lifted out, yet silent despite the slaps on its back. "Beta Liam, what’s wrong with my pup?" I wanted to see it, but darkness closed in around me.

A nearby healer yelled, “She’s crashing! Severe amniotic fluid embolism!”

Just as Liam was floundering, Professor Smith, a senior healer from the pack who had just finished another surgery, rushed in. With professional composure, they began emergency procedures—herbal infusions, blood transfusions, battling death for every precious second.

After two tense hours, my heart rate steadied, consciousness gradually returning. As the healing den doors swung open, Omari approached with a look of urgency.

I thought he was there to save me. Unfortunately, I was wrong.