The Alpha Who Betrayed His Pregnant Mate

The surgery was a success, pulling my mom back from the brink of death. I clasped her cold hand, unable to hold back my tears. Ever since Dad passed away two years ago, she's been my only family, and I can’t bear to imagine what would happen if I lost her too. Genevieve, my loyal Beta friend, stayed by my side through it all, helping with paperwork, comforting me, and looking after me. Her presence was a small but significant comfort in the chaos.

I lay exhausted on a hospital bench, completely drained. Alpha Waylon never once came by the hospital—didn’t call, not even a message. Not even a flicker of concern from the man who was supposed to be my mate, the man who should have been there to support me through this. Life seems to have a way of kicking you when you're down. The whirlwind of emotions I’ve been through, combined with the physical toll of severe morning sickness, meant that the baby... was gone.

Dr. Jireh, our pack Healer, entered the room with a somber expression. She sat beside me, her voice soft but heavy with regret. "Your pregnancy was already fragile, and with this recent turmoil, it was too much to sustain..."

I lay in the cold hospital bed, feeling like my heart was as empty and chilly as the room around me. I had lost the child and, with it, my last bit of faith in Alpha Waylon. My wolf whimpered faintly in the back of my mind, a quiet echo of the pain that consumed me.

Nala, the Gamma and my closest friend, sat next to me, wiping my tears with a fierce determination. Her voice was low but filled with anger. "He’s a jerk, Victoria. He’s not fit to be a mate, let alone a father. You deserve so much better."

I stared at the ceiling, suddenly seeing the absurdity of it all. How could I have ever believed in him? How could I have thought that a man who couldn’t even show basic decency during my mother’s crisis would be capable of standing by me as a mate?

If everything else could be shared—the responsibilities, the burdens—why was the loss of the child solely mine to carry? The bond between us, once a source of comfort, now felt like a chain, tightening around me with every breath I took.

Nala’s hand found mine, her grip firm and reassuring. "You’re stronger than this, Victoria. You’ll get through it. And I’ll be here every step of the way."

I nodded, though the weight of it all still pressed down on me. But for the first time, I felt a glimmer of something else—not just pain, but resolve. I couldn’t let Alpha Waylon’s indifference define me. I had to find a way to move forward, for myself and for the memory of the child I’d lost.