The Alpha’s Mate Tried to Kill Our Heir

The moonlight filtered through the trees as I stumbled forward, my legs burning with each step. Three weeks of Daisy's training had pushed my body to its limits, but tonight was different. Tonight, I felt something stirring within me—not quite my wolf, but a strength I'd forgotten I possessed.

"Faster, Luna," Daisy called from ahead, her voice carrying through the forest. "You move like an old woman."

"I am not a Luna anymore," I reminded her, pushing myself harder as I navigated the obstacle course she'd created. "And I'm wolfless, remember?"

Daisy snorted. "You're only wolfless because you let them convince you that you are. Now pick up the pace!"

She was right. Each night spent training with her had awakened something in me—not my dormant wolf, but my human strength. My muscles ached, my skin bore new bruises, but I stood taller than I had in years.

"Again," Daisy commanded when I finished the course. "This time, imagine Caleb's Alpha aura bearing down on you."

I closed my eyes, remembering the suffocating weight of his power. When I opened them again, Daisy was advancing toward me, her own aura flaring—not as powerful as an Alpha's, but enough to simulate the pressure.

"Stand your ground," she growled. "Don't let it break you."

My knees buckled slightly before I caught myself. "I can't—"

"You can," she insisted. "The mind is stronger than any Alpha command. Now again."

Hour after hour, night after night, we repeated this dance. By the fourth week, I could stand firm against Daisy's aura without flinching. It wasn't perfect, but it was progress.

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"Keep your movements natural," Elena whispered as I cleaned the children's cubbies at the Academy. "If anyone asks, you're just organizing their belongings."

I nodded, grateful for her cover as I worked through the rows of small lockers. Most contained colorful drawings and small toys, but when I reached Kai's cubby, my heart clenched. It was immaculate—too neat for a five-year-old.

As I straightened his few belongings, my fingers brushed against something hidden behind his extra sweater. A small silver flask with a blue label caught the light.

"What's this?" I murmured, carefully extracting it.

Elena glanced over my shoulder. "That's not yours to touch, Isla."

"But it's in my son's cubby," I countered, reading the label: 'Special Formula - Daily Dose.'

My stomach twisted. Monica sent medicine with Kai every day?

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"He's been acting strange lately," I told Daisy as we huddled in her cabin beyond the pack borders. "Distracted. Sometimes he sways on his feet."

Daisy took the flask carefully, examining it under the light of her oil lamp. Her expression darkened as she uncorked it and inhaled.

"Wolfsbane," she said flatly. "Diluted, but definitely wolfsbane."

My blood ran cold. "That's impossible. Why would Monica—"

"To keep him weak," Daisy interrupted, her eyes hardening. "To suppress his wolf development. A future Alpha with no wolf is easier to control."

I sank onto her threadbare couch, the implications crashing over me like waves. "She's poisoning my son."

"Not poisoning—suppressing." Daisy handed me back the flask. "This is a slow-acting formula. It won't kill him, but it will keep his wolf dormant longer than it should be."

Rage unlike anything I'd felt in years surged through me. "I have to tell Caleb."

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The Pack House loomed before me, its stone facade glowing golden in the setting sun. I shouldn't be here—it was forbidden for Omegas to enter without permission—but I had no choice.

I clutched the flask in my pocket as I approached the side entrance, hoping to slip in unnoticed. Just find Caleb, show him the evidence, and leave. Simple.

But as I reached for the door handle, a strong hand gripped my shoulder.

"Going somewhere you don't belong, Omega?" Ryan Mitchell's voice sliced through me.

I turned slowly, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "I need to see Alpha Caleb."

Ryan's lips curled into a sneer. "You think the Alpha has time for your pathetic attempts to regain favor? Luna Monica warned us you'd try something like this."

"I have evidence—" I began, but Ryan cut me off with a harsh laugh.

"Evidence?" He stepped closer, his Delta aura pressing against me. "The only evidence I see is a wolfless Omega trespassing where she doesn't belong."

His hand closed around my upper arm, his grip bruising as he dragged me away from the entrance. "Luna Monica was right about you trying to contaminate the heir. Come on—time for you to learn your place."

As he pulled me toward the security office, I caught a glimpse of movement at an upstairs window. Caleb stood there, watching as Ryan hauled me away.

Our eyes met for just a moment before he turned and disappeared into the shadows of the Pack House.