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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

The day of departure finally arrived—Friday, the moment I would bid farewell to Maxwell and the only home I'd ever known. As night fell, I stood at the pack's edge at nine o'clock, a mix of excitement and worry churning inside me. I wasn't sure how many would join me, if any, but I remained hopeful.


Shortly after, I spotted Beta Gabriel approaching with a small group. Feeling thankful, I stepped forward to greet them.


"Beta, I'm surprised to see you here," I said with a slight smile.


He responded firmly, "I sensed the honesty in your words, Evelyn. That's why I came."


I nodded, acknowledging him and the others present.


As the hour struck ten, more groups arrived—elders, healers, and various pack members.


I surveyed the small gathering, scanning their faces. "Let's wait a bit longer, in case others decide to come," I suggested.


Chapter 13