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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

I sensed it. My inner wolf detected it too.


Maxwell had engaged in a ritual with Sophia during the Breeding Ceremony. This realization stung deeply, yet I shed no tears. Perhaps I was already drained from weeping over him—worn out by the constant cycle of pain.


When the door swung open and Maxwell entered, my palm struck his cheek, the crack of the slap resonating through the chamber.


He winced. His eyes widened in astonishment before his expression grew stern. He cocked his head, glowering at me.


"What's the meaning of this?" He inquired, his tone unnervingly steady.


I held nothing back. "I'm aware of your actions with Sophia during the Breeding Ceremony. Your fanciful tryst. How does it feel, Maxwell? Engaging in intimate acts with her in dreams?" My words were laced with anguish as I hurled them at him.


Unexpectedly, Maxwell remained composed. "You're overreacting again, Evelyn. Many wolves partake in that ritual. It's not even against the rules."


Chapter 6