Chapter 7 Moon Goddess' Privilege

[Allen's Perspective]

I nodded at Jessica, signaling her to take over. And Dennis was done with the girl for the night.

Jessica and Doll still needed to get Gianna to eat and rest. Since I hadn't much left to do at the hospital, I followed Alpha outside.

Dennis wasn't just my Alpha. He was my best friend. Being Beta was a position of trust.

But no matter how close we were, I was Dennis' subordinate first and his friend second. Respect and loyalty were non-negotiable.

Hearing what Dennis had just said to Gianna caught me off guard. So I tried to keep up with him.

Dennis strode down the hospital hallway, pushed through the double doors, and headed toward the lawn in front of the packhouse. His steps were quicker than usual, but I couldn't tell what else he had planned for the night.

Without missing a beat, Dennis pivoted sharply and walked toward his office. I followed closely and shut the door behind me.

It was my responsibility to carry out every one of his orders, but I needed clarification. I asked, "Alpha, has the plan for Ms. Gianna changed? I thought..."

"You know the plan, Allen. Just do it," Dennis said, his focus shifting to the stack of papers on his desk.

We were preparing for war. That had been Dennis' primary focus for months.

Information was key, and newspapers were one of many sources. Usually, I was the one who skimmed through them, summarizing the crucial points for him.

But something felt off today. Dennis seemed different—unsettled, maybe.

I'd known Dennis since he was a kid. I remembered the day he became Alpha and the man his father had been.

After his father's death, Jessica and I supported him through everything.

Something was weighing on Dennis. I couldn't explain why I felt that way, but it wasn't my place to ask. If he wanted me to know, he'd tell me.

'Moreover, I have the confirmation about the plan. That's enough. Everything else will go the way he intended,' I thought.

"Understood, Alpha. I'll handle it. I was just surprised you let her go. You don't usually say things like that unless you mean them," I said finally.

Hearing this, Dennis lowered the paper and met my gaze. His words were as cold as steel. "For her, isn't death the ultimate freedom?"

*****

"I promise, Gianna. This is the last shot," Doll said.

When I stepped into the room, I heard Doll's voice. According to her notes, Gianna wasn't a fan of needles. I didn't blame her. I didn't like them either. But she'd been tough through it all.

"Sorry..." Gianna whispered.

I glanced at them from the doorway. Gianna was a sweet girl. I was pretty sure she'd already melted Doll's heart.

"You've got nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. I'll take care of you. You're safe here," Doll said with her usual warmth.

After removing the needle, Doll placed it on a silver tray and wrapped a bandage around the area where the blood was drawn.

Though Gianna had only been here a few days, she'd regained some strength. It was a testament to Doll's skill as the best doctor in the pack.

"Doll, could we have a moment to talk?" I asked.

"Of course, Beta," Doll replied, turning back to Gianna with a gentle smile. "I'll be right back. While I'm gone, try to finish the soup, okay?"

Gianna nodded obediently. She complied with every request, but I could tell that didn't mean she'd accepted her role as a breeder.

I sighed. I'd warned Jessica to keep her distance, but Gianna had a way of drawing people in.

"Allen, what's going on?" Doll said, lowering her voice and looking at me curiously.

"Doll, how is she doing?" I asked.

I was tasked with monitoring Gianna. Even though Dennis hadn't asked about her in a week, I still needed to stay updated.

"She's improving. There's still a long way to go, but she's making progress every day," Doll replied.

"Good. I saw her eating," I continued, glancing at Gianna, sitting in the corner, sipping soup. "Can you get her back to her room soon?"

Doll hesitated. I could sense her uncertainty. "What's wrong?" I pressed.

After a moment, Doll answered. I knew her too well to miss the wheels turning in her head.

"Alpha wants her ready for breeding as soon as possible, but she's not there yet," Doll replied, looking me straight in the eye. "Technically, she could move back to her room in a few days, but I don't think it's a good idea."

I raised an eyebrow.

Doll continued, "She's been through so much trauma. She doesn't feel safe here, not really. She's still recovering, and having her here makes it easier to ensure she gets the nutrients and fluids she needs. If she moves, things get more complicated.

"Dennis said three weeks. He wants it done by then. But her body isn't ready for this. Don't get me wrong, she's been cooperative and done everything I've asked, but her recovery isn't something we can force."

I knew Doll was right, but at the same time, I felt powerless about the situation.

"Honestly, I don't know if Gianna will be ready by Dennis' deadline. And if she loses his child, do you want to face his wrath?" Doll asked bluntly. "What if she dies in the process?"

"That's not your call to make, Doll." I frowned, cutting the conversation short. This was one of Dennis' top priorities. There was no room for negotiation.

I glanced at Gianna. She wasn't an ordinary girl. She had a natural beauty that reflected her gentle spirit. Her auburn hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, and her kind blue eyes set her apart.

Gianna was a beautiful woman. And most women with Alpha bloodlines like hers were treated like royalty.

Although Gianna was certainly not spoiled, this did not change the fact that she still easily attracted everyone's attention, just like other young ladies with Alpha bloodline.

Doll and Jessica had become friends with Gianna, and I know they liked her.

Perhaps to them, Gianna was different from other female wolves Alpha had been involved with. But neither of them knew what Dennis's real plan for her was.

Doll sighed. "I know that."

"I'll make sure she moves back to her room soon. That's an order," I said firmly.

"Understood, Beta. Which room should I prepare for her?" Doll asked. I could see that she was holding back, but Doll had never failed in her duty.

"The one next to Alpha's," I replied. "He wants her close."

Doll's surprise was obvious. And I'd been shocked too when I found out.

That house had been passed down for generations and was reserved solely for the Luna. Many female wolves saw it as an honor to live there. It was luxurious, the most precious gift a Luna could receive.

From what I knew about Dennis, that suite would probably never be occupied. He'd placed Gianna there purely for convenience, to ensure she was close enough for him to fulfill his duty to the pack. At least, that was what I assumed.

"...But..." Doll started to speak, but I gave her a sharp look that stopped her mid-sentence.

"It's not our place to question, Doll. Never question it. From now on, all her information goes through me. I need every detail about her health," I said, my tone leaving no room for debate.

Doll looked a little taken aback but nodded obediently. "Yes, Beta. The final test results will be ready in three days. After that, if necessary, she can proceed—but precautions will need to be taken."

"Great, tell me as soon as there are new test results," I replied, stepping past Doll, and she followed me to where Gianna was seated.

Gianna greeted me with a warm smile. "Beta Allen."

"Ms. Miller, just call me Allen," I said.

Gianna was still weak, but there was a spark of life in her now that hadn't been there before.

I could even see a faint, healthy glow returning to Gianna's pale face. The bruises on her neck had faded. She was like a delicate piece of porcelain—elegant and fragile, something that required careful handling.

"So, I'll be moving soon?" Gianna asked.

As a wolf, Gianna must have overheard our conversation. Her sharp hearing was a given, and I hadn't gone out of my way to hide anything from her. She would find out soon enough anyway.

"Yes, they'll have your room ready next week," I replied.

"Oh, okay." Gianna nodded slightly, her expression a mix of confusion and unease. Doll wasn't wrong—Gianna's mental state wasn't strong enough yet for her to fully embrace her role as a breeder.

"Everything's going to be fine. I'll still come by to see you, and Jessica will be around too. The suite has all the amenities you'll need.

"It'll be a better environment, and it's closer to the hospital," Doll said, trying to ease the tension, though it didn't seem to have much effect.

"I promise, Gianna. I'll help take care of you. You can trust me," Doll added.

I glanced at Doll, unimpressed. If she noticed, she didn't let it show—or maybe she simply chose to ignore it.

'In reality, Doll shouldn't have told Gianna any of that. It doesn't help her in the slightest. We have a plan, and it's that simple,' I thought.

Still, as I looked at Gianna, a small voice deep inside whispered that she didn't deserve this.

"I don't want to be his breeder," Gianna murmured, just loud enough for me to hear.

Doll sighed. "I know you don't."

I watched as tears rolled down Gianna's cheeks. Doll couldn't resist pulling her into a hug.

Gianna tensed under Doll's touch, her body rigid. But after a moment, she gave in and let the tears flow, her sobs muffled against Doll's shoulder.

Sometimes, the world wasn't fair. Maybe a girl as innocent as Gianna shouldn't have had to endure this—or what was yet to come.

Doll's voice broke through my thoughts. "I can't begin to understand how she feels, but I can imagine how heartbreaking it must be."

I frowned, brushing aside the unease building in my chest with a wave of determination. 'The world hasn't been fair to Dennis either, and that doesn't change what has to be done,' I thought.

With that thought, I clenched my jaw and resolved myself. Dennis' orders had to be carried out. We were running out of time.