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Secrets of An Alpha – Chapter 2

“I said no.” I pushed myself up from the bed, wincing at the pain in my stomach. Dylan looked at me for a long time, his jaw clenched tight. “I want to leave. Now.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Fine,” he finally said. “But I’m calling Dr. Elijah to examine you at home first thing tomorrow.” Dylan helped me up and supported me as we walked out of the treatment room, and I felt relief wash over me.

We’d barely made it to the parking lot when a sharp pain stabbed through my neck. I reached up and felt a small dart. “Dylan?” I asked, confused.

The last thing I saw was his pained expression as he caught me before I fell.

“I’m sorry, love. It’s for your own good.”

Darkness overtook me.

When I awoke again, sunlight streamed through our bedroom windows. For a brief moment, everything seemed normal–until the dull ache in my abdomen brought reality back.

I pulled off the covers and lifted my nightgown to reveal a new surgical scar across my lower belly.

No. No, no.

Dylan walked in, carrying a tray of food.

“You’re awake,” he said softly, putting the tray down and rushing to my side. “How are you feeling?”

“What did you do to me?” I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Dylan sat beside me with a grave expression. “You collapsed in the parking lot. Elijah said your internal bleeding had worsened. The inner wall of your uterus was severely damaged from both the attack and the miscarriage. We had no choice, Amelia. If we hadn’t removed it, you could have died.”

He reached for something on the nightstand—medical reports with diagrams depicting extensive damage to my reproductive system. It all looked very official and convincing.

“I couldn’t lose you,” Dylan added, taking my hand. “I know how much you wanted pups, but your life means everything to me.”

“Rest now,” Dylan said, kissing my forehead. “If we want children, we can always adopt a pup from another pack.”

As I opened my mouth to speak, the door swung open. Mabel entered, leading a small boy of about three years old by the hand.

“Alpha, as you requested, I found a suitable orphan from the Shadowfang Pack,” she told them.

Mabel was a newly added Omega to the Silvermoon Pack. She was stunning, with a flawless figure and a captivating personality. During pack gatherings, she was always able to keep everyone’s attention with her stories.

The boy behind her had dark hair and bright eyes. He appeared to be in good health and strong shape, making him ideal future pack material.

Dylan’s expression shifted as he saw Mabel. He greeted her with a cool nod before looking at me with tender eyes.


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