Rejecting the Alpha Who Chose His Lover Over Our Unborn Daughter

Genevieve Bailey, the Luna of the Silver Fang Pack, lay in the hospital bed, eight months pregnant and recovering from complications that had nearly cost her and her unborn pup’s lives. The sterile room felt suffocating, the scent of antiseptic mingling with the faint floral notes that lingered on her skin, a mark of her mate bond. Her golden eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were dull with exhaustion as she stared at the figure by her bedside.

Edward Carlson, the Alpha of the Silver Fang Pack, sat in a chair, his towering frame dwarfing the small space. His broad shoulders and chiseled jawline, traits befitting an Alpha, were softened slightly by the quiet focus with which he peeled a pear. The room was heavy with unspoken tension, the weight of their fractured bond pressing down on them both.

Genevieve turned her face away, her gaze fixed on the window. The sight of Edward—her mate, her Alpha—was too much to bear. She could feel her wolf stirring in the back of her mind, a low growl of resentment that matched her own emotions. But she suppressed it, unwilling to let her inner turmoil show.

Edward held out a slice of pear, his deep voice breaking the silence. “Are you feeling alright, Luna?” he asked, his tone carefully neutral, though there was a hint of something softer beneath the surface.

Genevieve hesitated, her fingers twitching as she considered taking the fruit. For a moment, it seemed like he was trying to bridge the gap between them, to repair what had been broken. But before she could respond, their son Holden’s voice cut through the air.

“Mom, you’re just being difficult,” the young pup said, his tone a mix of childish innocence and cruel honesty. “It’s because you’re so fussy that this happened.” He crossed his arms, his small frame mirroring his father’s posture. “My brother and sister don’t want you as their mom either.”

The words struck Genevieve like a blow, and she felt her wolf’s growl rise in her throat. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep her composure. But what hurt more than Holden’s words was Edward’s response.

“The pups notice it, Luna. Why can’t you?” Edward said, his voice firm but tinged with frustration. “You really need to work on calming down.”

Genevieve’s control snapped. She grabbed the pear from Edward’s hand and hurled it at his face, her voice sharp and commanding. “Get out! All of you, get out!”

The fruit hit Edward squarely on the cheek, and he recoiled, his dark eyes flashing with anger. “Fine,” he muttered, standing abruptly. “Come on, Holden. Your mom is being unreasonable.”

As they turned to leave, Holden stuck his tongue out at Genevieve, his childish voice cutting through the silence. “Bad mom, we don’t want you anymore.”

The door slammed shut behind them, leaving Genevieve alone in the sterile room. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to steady herself, but the ache in her chest refused to fade. Her wolf whimpered softly in the back of her mind, a reflection of her own pain.

She thought of Jameson Griffin, the Delta warrior who had stood by her side when Edward’s aggression had become too much to bear. Jameson’s unwavering support and quiet strength had been a lifeline in the storm of her crumbling mate bond. And yet, here she was, still tethered to Edward by the Moon Goddess’s decree.

Genevieve’s hand drifted to her swollen belly, a silent promise to her unborn pup. She would protect them, no matter the cost. Even if it meant severing the bond that once defined her.