Stolen Heart: An Alpha's Sin for His Mistress

The Borderlands served as the pack's execution ground, located at the edge of a cliff where bitter winds howled year-round.

The next morning, two warriors dragged me there like a rag doll.

My spine was broken. I had no feeling in my lower body. I could only crawl across the ground littered with sharp rocks, leaving a long trail of blood behind me.

Julian arrived with Linda, and Kyle. A warrior held Kyle by the scruff of his neck, dangling him in the air.

Kyle's little face had turned purple. His limbs flailed weakly.

"Julian, I had a witch verify it last night. She said Kyle isn't werewolf blood at all. He's a bastard Ella had with some Rogue! She's been lying to you this whole time!"

This was the greatest insult to an Alpha. Julian's face turned black as coal. He stared at Kyle, his disgust so thick it was almost tangible.

"No wonder he's so weak," Julian ground out through clenched teeth. "Three years old and he still can't shift. He's a mongrel."

"No, that's not true..." I crawled desperately toward Julian, my fingers digging into the dirt. My nails tore back, leaving them bloody and raw.

"Julian, he's your pup! He really is! Please, don't believe her! Don't hurt him!"

"Shut up!" Julian kicked me in the jaw.

"I don't care if this pup is mine or not! I'm going to kill him anyway!"

My mouth filled with blood. My teeth loosened, but I couldn't focus on the pain.

"Julian, kill me instead. Please spare Kyle. He's only three. He's innocent!" I slammed my head against the rocks over and over.

"I'm begging you. He called you Daddy!"

Julian let out a cold laugh and pulled a silver knife from his belt. But he didn't act himself. He handed the knife to Linda instead.

"Linda." Julian stroked her hair. "You do it. Clear your name and rid the pack of this stain."

Linda took the knife, her face twisting into something vicious. She stopped pretending. The malice in her eyes was like a snake's.

She didn't rush. Instead, she seemed to savor the moment, her gaze moving between Kyle and me like we were works of art.

"Ella, since you look so pitiful, let's play a game."

She glanced at Julian in the distance. The lofty Alpha stood with his arms crossed, watching everything with a blank expression.

"Since you want to save this little bastard so badly..." Linda's lips curved upward. "Do it yourself. Julian broke your spine, so your legs don't work anymore. But the bones are still intact, and they're an eyesore."

She pointed at the rocks on the ground. "Break them. Smash your own leg bones to pieces. Then I'll let Kyle go."

"Okay." I didn't hesitate for even a second.

If Kyle could live, I'd give not just my legs but my life without question. I grabbed a sharp-edged rock nearby. My spine was shattered, so my lower body was completely numb.

But that made it easier, didn't it?

The first blow took all my strength. The sound of breaking bones rang out, and my right shin bent at a grotesque angle. The werewolf warriors around us sucked in sharp breaths.

Without pain, I might as well have been smashing a piece of rotten wood. Meanwhile, Julian's eye twitched, but he still didn't move.

"One more." I panted, my voice hoarse from exertion.

The second blow shattered my left tibia. I dropped the blood-soaked rock and braced my hands against the ground. Like a broken animal, I lifted my head.

"Let him go. Please, let him go."