At nine months pregnant, I felt the end of my tether as an email notification flashed across my phone. Opening it, my heart sank: an electronic bank statement showing Daniel, my mate and Alpha, transferring $30,000 each month to the same woman. These payments went back two years, right around the time we lost our first pup.
Then, my phone chimed with a message from her—a friend request and a smug note attached:
“The lucky she-wolf getting $30,000 from your Alpha.”
I felt an unnatural calm settle over me, like the stillness before a storm. Stroking my belly, I pressed accept on her friend request.
Immediately, she messaged:
“Did you see the bank statement?”
Ignoring her, I scrolled through her profile. The first photo was from two years ago, April 21, with her draped over a man’s shoulder. Her hand rested on him, a large diamond ring gleaming on her finger. The caption read, “Thank you for the birthday gift, love.”
Though only his back was visible, I recognized him. Daniel wore the shirt I had gifted him, the one with the crest of our pack embroidered on the collar. April 21, the very day we lost our first pup—while I lay alone in the pack hospital, my mate had been celebrating another she-wolf’s birthday.
My hand trembled as I scrolled through her posts. Each photo flaunted luxury gifts identical to things I owned. The only difference was the scent of jasmine—her signature perfume. Then, her most recent post appeared: an ultrasound image. She was pregnant.
I felt bile rise, and my hand flew to my belly. As I tried to breathe through the rage, my phone buzzed with new messages. Photos and videos from her flooded in, all depicting her and Daniel—laughing, playing, living the life of a couple. Each video burned deeper than the last, every photo digging into my heart like claws.
In one video, Daniel stood by the ocean, calling her “my Carina.”
“Do you love me?” she asked in the video, her voice soft.
The man I had loved for years, the Alpha of our pack, replied with the warmth I hadn’t seen in forever.
“Always, Cara. Forever.”
I watched the video on loop, my rage building. Then, as dusk settled, Daniel finally walked into our den. He took one look at me sitting in the dark and clucked his tongue.
“Olivia, you shouldn’t sit in the dark. What if you fall?” he scolded gently, flipping the light switch. The scent of jasmine clung to him, a mocking reminder. Keeping calm, I asked, “Where were you?”
“At the office, love. Why?” His voice was light, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
I pushed harder. “Nothing, I just… I suddenly want those dumplings from the east side of the territory.” I touched my swollen belly, feigning a craving, while our pup stirred inside me.
Annoyance flickered in his eyes as he muttered, “They’re not anything special, and you’re far along. You should be careful.” He turned away, already heading toward the bathroom. “Maybe call your mother for some stew.”
The bathroom door clicked shut, and I let out the breath I had been holding. Stroking my belly, I whispered, “It’s you and me, sweetheart. We’re about to face this war together.”
While the sound of water filled the den, Daniel’s phone blinked on the table, vibrating with an incoming message. With the weight of betrayal pressing down on me, I rose, moving slowly to pick it up. Attempting all the usual passwords, I felt relief and disgust when I successfully unlocked it with a date I knew too well—Cara’s ultrasound appointment.
Inside his messages, her profile greeted me. The chat was littered with endearments, confessions of love, and promises for the future. I recorded everything, saving these painful words, each piece of evidence cutting deeper. I then switched to his order history, and there it was—gifts, supplements, everything a pregnant she-wolf would need, all sent to Cara.
Heart pounding, I sent myself every screenshot, every video. Then, I carefully deleted the evidence from his phone and placed it back on the table.
When Daniel finally emerged, toweling his hair dry, I feigned sleep. But I felt him slide in beside me, his arm reaching out to touch my belly. In my heart, I knew this was a final act. Once his fingers brushed my skin, I forced myself not to recoil, listening as he whispered, “Sweetheart, there’s an urgent matter I need to deal with. I’ll be back soon.”
“Can’t you stay?” I whispered, testing him. If he stayed, maybe a part of me could forgive him.
But he gently declined, his voice strained. “I have to, love. It’s the pack. I promise I’ll be home before dawn.”
As he left, the calm shattered, and I moved swiftly, my heart racing. I grabbed my coat and waited until I saw his taillights disappear down the road. Quickly, I hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address I knew too well.
When we arrived, I watched as Daniel’s car parked outside her cabin near the eastern border. I saw her step out, running to him with a smile. My chest tightened as he pulled her into his arms, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the gesture so familiar yet foreign.
With trembling hands, I hit record on my phone, capturing the evidence of his betrayal one last time. Clutching my belly, I made myself a promise: the moment I brought my pup into the world, we would leave. This wasn’t just betrayal—it was the death of the bond I had once cherished.
As the two of them drove away into the night, I whispered to my pup, “I’m fighting for us now. No one will take what’s ours ever again.”
Chapter 2The forest grew colder as night fell, shadows stretching longer, swallowing the little light that remained. I’d been walking for hours, every step taking me farther from the pack, from Daniel, and everything I’d ever known. But exhaustion clawed at me, and my body was beginning to give in. My child stirred within, a subtle but urgent reminder that time was running out. I needed to find a safe place to rest soon, but in the wilds, there was no such thing as safe.
A sudden, sharp sound cracked through the silence—a growl, deep and furious, echoing through the trees. I froze, my heart pounding as I pressed myself against a rough tree trunk, hoping to blend into the darkness. My senses were on high alert, catching every rustle, every whisper of movement.
Then I saw a figure, shadowed yet powerful, locked in a brutal fight with another. The stranger’s strength was terrifying, his movements sharp, calculated, each strike landing with deadly intent. His opponent, marked with a dark insignia on his shoulder, bore the cold efficiency of an assassin.
My breath caught. It couldn’t be. Has Daniel sent someone after me already? The thought chilled me to my core. I felt the urge to run, but something kept me rooted. A morbid curiosity, or maybe the hope that this fight would distract any threat from noticing me.
The rogue warrior moved with a lethal grace that left his enemy no chance. Within seconds, the assassin crumpled to the ground, motionless. The stranger didn’t hesitate, didn’t even spare his fallen opponent a glance as he straightened, his fierce gaze scanning the forest as if searching for something—or someone.
And then his eyes landed on me.
I cursed under my breath, every instinct screaming at me to flee. But I couldn’t move, trapped under the intensity of his gaze. His eyes were dark, piercing, filled with an unyielding resolve that terrified me. He took a step forward, the shadows clinging to him, amplifying his aura of danger.
“I don’t appreciate being watched,” he said, his voice low and edged with warning.
“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to,” I stammered, clutching my belly protectively. My heart thundered in my chest as he approached, his movements slow, deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. “I’m just passing through,” I added quickly, though my voice shook.
His gaze dropped to my belly, and for a fleeting moment, his expression softened. He took a breath, as if gathering himself, but his eyes remained cold. “You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he said, a strange hint of reluctance in his tone.
“That’s not your concern,” I replied, summoning the last of my courage. “I need to keep moving.”
But he didn’t step aside. Instead, he leaned closer, his face a breath away from mine. “You saw something you shouldn’t have. That makes you a liability.”
Panic flared, and my pulse raced. I could feel the sharp edge of his intent, the chilling calculation in his eyes. He wasn’t just another rogue; he was something more dangerous, someone who valued nothing but survival.
I took a shaky step back, feeling the rough bark of the tree dig into my spine. “Please,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “I just need to get away. I won’t tell anyone what I saw.”
His gaze locked onto mine, unyielding, but something in his expression flickered. His eyes softened, just for a second, as they dropped back to my belly. I could see the conflict in his stance, a struggle between his instinct to eliminate any threat and some other force—perhaps pity.
“You’re pregnant,” he murmured, almost to himself, his voice laced with a reluctant understanding.
“Yes,” I whispered, seizing the moment. “I just want to keep my child safe. Please… let me go.”
He hesitated, his jaw tight as he weighed his options. I held my breath, every second stretching into eternity, but just as I thought he might relent, the forest stirred behind me. A faint rustle, too quiet for a normal ear to catch, alerted him instantly.
He jerked his head toward the sound, his gaze hardening. “We’re not alone,” he muttered, his voice cold and clipped.
Chapter 3The exhaustion was bone-deep. Every step I took felt like dragging lead, and the night seemed colder, pressing against my skin like ice. I had nowhere to go, no one I could trust. I clutched my belly, feeling my child stir, reminding me of the life I was fighting to protect. But the weight of fear gnawed at me—I was out of my depth, lost in rogue territory with danger around every corner.
Suddenly, a faint sound echoed in the darkness, barely a whisper of movement, but enough to freeze me in place. I strained my ears, heart hammering. A shadow slipped between the trees, moving swiftly, purposefully.
Instinct screamed at me to run, but where? I turned, only to find myself cornered by another figure emerging from the shadows. My stomach clenched as I recognized the insignia on his sleeve—a mark of Daniel’s assassins. He’d sent his men after me, determined to drag me back or worse. Panic surged, and I backed up, but there was nowhere left to go.
“Going somewhere, Luna?” the assassin sneered, his eyes flicking over my pregnant belly with a mocking smirk. “You know he won’t let you leave so easily.”
I stood my ground, though every fiber of me trembled. “Stay back,” I warned, trying to summon strength I wasn’t sure I had. “If you come any closer, I won’t hold back.”
He only laughed, the sound cold and hollow. “You’re no threat to us, Olivia. Just make this easy, for both you and the pup.”
In a desperate burst of adrenaline, I reached for the dagger tucked in my boot, swinging it with everything I had. But the assassin sidestepped easily, grabbing my wrist and twisting it painfully until I dropped the weapon. I bit back a cry, the taste of fear sharp on my tongue.
“Did you really think you could escape?” he taunted, his grip tightening as he leaned closer. “The Alpha wants you back, Luna. Don’t make this worse than it needs to be.”
Before I could respond, a sudden blur of motion cut between us. The assassin staggered back, his grip broken, and I blinked, breathless, as I saw him—a familiar figure, all dark menace and raw power.
He didn’t spare me a glance, his attention fixed solely on the assassin who’d dared to touch me. His eyes blazed with a lethal focus, his body tense and ready to strike.
“What do you think you’re doing?” his voice was low, lethal, the kind of voice that promised violence.
The assassin sneered, but his confidence wavered, his stance shifting defensively. “This is Alpha Daniel’s business, rogue. Back off if you know what’s good for you.”
He didn’t respond. He simply moved, faster than I could follow, his fist slamming into the assassin’s jaw with a bone-crushing impact. The assassin barely had time to react before he was on him again, relentless, each hit precise and devastating. It was like watching a storm unleashed, cold and unstoppable.
Within seconds, the assassin lay motionless on the ground, and he straightened, his breathing steady, not a hint of emotion on his face. He turned to me, his gaze hard but piercing.
“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice harsh, demanding answers.
I hesitated, words failing me under the intensity of his stare. My mind raced, torn between survival and the inexplicable trust I felt in his presence. “I… I’m trying to get away,” I finally managed, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Daniel… he betrayed me.”
His gaze flickered, and though his expression remained cold, there was a shadow of understanding in his eyes. He took a step back, letting out a slow breath. “More of them will come,” he said bluntly, scanning the dark forest around us. “You won’t survive on your own.”
I wanted to argue, to insist I could manage, but exhaustion weighed me down. I was at my limit, and we both knew it. “I have nowhere else to go,” I admitted, swallowing the knot of pride in my throat. “And my child… I need to keep us safe.”
His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he considered me. There was a tense silence, thick with an unspoken conflict, before he let out a resigned sigh. “Fine. You can stay with me—for now.”
Relief washed over me, so sudden and overwhelming that I nearly stumbled. But he caught me, his grip surprisingly gentle. For a brief moment, his touch was warm, grounding, and I allowed myself to lean into it before he let go, pulling away as though burned.
“Don’t get comfortable,” he warned, his voice gruff. “I don’t do charity, and I’m not risking my life to play babysitter.”
I bristled, but I couldn’t afford to be picky. “I won’t be a burden,” I promised, meeting his gaze with as much resolve as I could muster. “I just need a place to hide until I can figure out my next move.”
He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a curt nod, he turned and began moving through the trees. “Keep up,” he muttered over his shoulder, not bothering to slow down.