My mate was secretly cheating on another she-wolf and had a three-year-old illegitimate pup.
After I miscarried while protecting him, the Alpha, who valued me like a precious gem, ordered my uterus removed.
However, he understood that our own puppies were what I desired most in this world.
As I turned and walked down the corridor, past other wards, the TV screen still showed the scene where Dylan proposed to me.
A she-wolf in the ward murmured with envy: “Alpha is so good to Luna Amelia. I heard that Luna was injured and bleeding heavily, and Alpha drew half of his blood and transfused it to her, even at the risk of his own life.”
Another female wolf nodded. “Yes, I’ve never seen such an affectionate Alpha. And he also spent 10 million US dollars to buy Moonbloom herb to accelerate Amelia’s recovery.”
Previously, hearing such words made me feel like the luckiest she-wolf alive.
But now it has made me sick.
Dylan just emerged from the healer’s room. Dylan’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw me.
He noticed that I was barefoot in my thin hospital gown. His eyes filled with concern as he drew me into his arms. “You’re still recovering from serious injuries, Amelia. What are you thinking, walking around barefoot like this? What if you catch a chill?”
He carried me back to the room and personally placed warm socks on my feet, as he had done countless times before.
I remembered how he’d been like this for our entire five-year marriage–how he’d brush my hair every night before bed, how he’d make my favourite moonberry tea on full moon nights to soothe my transformation pains, and how he’d carry me across puddles on rainy days to keep my feet dry.
However, the tender gesture that once made my heart race has now left me cold.
I gently pushed away his hands. “I’m feeling better now.”
He sighed in relief, but I could tell the worry had not left his eyes.
How could someone be so thoughtful and caring towards me while plotting to destroy my chances of ever having children again? More importantly, how could he look at me with such affectionate eyes when he had a secret son with another woman? Dylan returned to the room and called the pack healer.
“Dr. Elijah will be here soon to prepare you for surgery,” Dylan said in a soft tone. “He says we need to take care of your injuries properly.”
My blood became cold. Surgery? Dylan instructing the healer to remove my uterus during the procedure came to mind as I recalled the conversation I had overheard earlier.
“No,” I replied firmly. “I don’t need surgery. I’m feeling much better already.”
Dylan had never refused my requests before, but this time he was unusually insistent.
“Little wolf, Dr. Elijah says you’ve had a miscarriage and suffered severe internal injuries from the rogue attack. If we don’t perform this surgery, you could have permanent damage.”
