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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 anger at her devious plans, I felt compelled to assist her. I reached down, offering my hand to help her up.


Unexpectedly, Sophia seized my arm—only to fling herself backwards, landing hard with an exaggerated cry.


"Sophia!" A voice I knew all too well boomed, and my heart plummeted.


I spun around to see Maxwell standing nearby, his expression shocked as he surveyed the scene.


"Evelyn? What's going on here?" He demanded, rushing to Sophia's aid. His eyes darted between her bloodstained clothes, the knife on the ground, and the red marks on my hands. "Why is there blood? What's happening?"


My chest constricted as I faced him, a whirlwind of emotions overwhelming me. "Please believe me, Maxwell, she did this to herself! I didn't hurt her—I could never do that!" My voice wavered.


Chapter 9