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I have been Alpha Maxwell's partner for many years and have been pregnant five times, but I still don't have a female wolf cub.
Until this time, Maxwell grabbed my neck and threatened me:
"If the test results show that it is still a female wolf cub, then you will never have another child in your life."
He tied me to the cold operating table with a bloody knife in his hand.
"If you can't give birth, find someone else."

The Alpha's Cruel Pursuit of an Heir

Despite my pleas, Maxwell insisted on confining me to the kingdom's most squalid and frightening cellar. As the heavy door clanged shut behind me, the feeble light flickered intermittently, casting ghostly silhouettes on the walls. I recoiled in revulsion as a rodent darted across my feet.


I retreated to the furthest nook, hugging myself tightly. The atmosphere was laden with grime, and the space reverberated with the sounds of scurrying insects and flapping bat wings. Cobwebs adorned every corner, some grazing my skin as I moved.


Though terrified, my dominant emotion was rage—fury at how effortlessly Sophia had orchestrated this predicament. She had Maxwell under her spell, and her deceptions had landed me here.


The door groaned open as one of the pack sentinels entered to release me.


Chapter 10