The Alpha Who Betrayed His Pregnant Mate

I wiped away my tears, quickly gathered my things, and called a cab straight to the hospital. Throughout the ride, my mind was flooded with memories of my relationship with Alpha Waylon George, from the time we fell in love to our mate bond.

During our courtship, Alpha Waylon introduced me to the idea of going Dutch, insisting it was fair for both of us. At the time, I admired his independence and modern thinking, so I agreed. Throughout our dating phase, whenever we went out to eat, watched movies, or even traveled together, we split everything evenly.

Initially, my parents weren’t supportive of my bond with Alpha Waylon. They worried about his position as a rising Alpha in the pack and feared I, an Omega, might struggle to meet his expectations. Yet, blinded by love, I was determined to stand by his side. Eventually, my parents relented and approved of our bond.

When we decided to mark each other, Alpha Waylon insisted on splitting all the ceremony expenses equally. There was no traditional Luna’s tribute, and the costs were divided between us. Though my parents were uncomfortable with this arrangement, they agreed for my sake.

After the marking, Alpha Waylon stuck firmly to his splitting philosophy. Pack contributions, den maintenance, utility bills, and even groceries were split down the middle. I believed that since we were mates, we should be understanding and supportive of each other. Besides, Alpha Waylon treated me with kindness—most of the time—and I hoped he would grow into his role as a true mate. However, reality hit me hard—he only ever loved himself.

When I arrived at the hospital, I rushed through the halls, my scent of rosemary mingling with the sterile air. "Dr. Jireh, how's my mom?" I asked, my voice choked with anxiety.

"Are you the patient’s family?" the Healer asked, his tone calm but urgent. "She has had a sudden brain hemorrhage, and her condition is critical. She needs immediate surgery."

My hands shook as I signed the papers and handed over all my savings, but we were still short about $5,500. Distraught and desperate, I mind-linked Alpha Waylon, my voice trembling.

"Alpha, my mom’s in the hospital and needs surgery immediately. Can you please transfer $5,500?"

"I told you, I’m not covering your family’s medical expenses!" His voice was cold, his Alpha tone sharp and dismissive.

Just then, Dr. Jireh stood in front of me, pressing, "Luna Victoria, when are you going to make the payment? The patient is in critical condition, and we can’t delay any longer."

Almost begging, I pleaded, "Just consider it a loan. Please! My mom needs surgery right away!"

"Fine," he replied indifferently, his tone devoid of empathy. "But you’ll need to write me an IOU."

The words stung, but I had no choice. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, urging me to stay strong. I swallowed my pride and agreed, my heart aching with the realization that the mate bond I thought would protect me had left me utterly alone.