T.H.Jessica

I was never marked, yet I fought like hell to give birth to the heir of the Silver Moon Pack. One word from Jasmine was all it took for Alpha Zander to reject me and kick me out of the pack.
At my lowest, Alpha Wilmot of the Blackthorn Pack stepped in and claimed me as his Mate.
Five years flew by. Then, out of the blue, I overheard him talking to Beta Samuel.
“Digby’s five now. We can take the blood from his heart. Get the pack doc to do it tonight. That’ll save Jasmine.”
I was frozen with shock. The man I’d trusted with my life was planning to kill my kid.
Well, two can play at that game. He’s gonna feel the pain of having his heart ripped out.

The Comeback Luna

　　In front of the entire Blackthorn pack, I was escorted back to my villa by an Omega.


　　The murmurs around me faded into silence.


　　The room was empty—just me, an Omega, and a roaring hearth.


　　Everyone else was at Jasmine's door, Omegas fussing, pack medics treating her.


　　The Omega sighed. "Alpha Wilmot's such a—" She caught herself. "Luna Olivia, you're drenched too. He should've assigned more help for you."


　　I recognized her—assigned to me since my first days as Blackthorn's Luna.


　　"Luna Olivia, are you cold? Do you want me to stoke the fire higher?"


　　Digby burst in then, bundling his thickest cloak around my shoulders. "Mom, are you freezing?"


　　Five years ago, when Silvermoon cast me out, it was colder than this.


　　Digby frowned. "Dad's so strong—why can't he protect you?"


　　Bitterness filled my throat. I didn't know how to respond.


　　How could I explain that our mate bond meant nothing to him?


　　His heart never had a place for me, and he chose me as his mate only to harm me.


　　Digby squeezed my hand. "Let's leave, Mom. When I'm older, I'll protect you."


　　I smiled weakly. "Sure, sweetheart."


　　What Wilmot didn't know—though my parents died, as Alpha's daughter, I inherited the Bloodmoon pack.


　　So, I was not stranded. I had my pack.


　　Wilmot finally returned, looking harried as if he'd just remembered I existed. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Olivia, how are you?"


　　I was sitting at the table, reading by the light.


　　He sat beside me. "Olivia, today's been tough. The pack medic said Jasmine caught a chill from the pond. I stayed with her a bit—she gets clingy when she's sick."


　　His voice softened, a smile playing on his lips.


　　I kept my head down, focusing on my book without a word.


　　Wilmot reached over and took the book from my hands. "I had the kitchen save some herbal soup for Jasmine. There's a little left. You should drink it." Without answering, I handed him a cup of water. "You've been busy. Here."


　　Wilmot drank it in one gulp, then frowned at me. "Olivia, I was out of line earlier. I was just worried. Don't take it to heart."


　　Actually, I'd laced that water with wolfsbane.


　　Transparent in liquid, it slipped down his throat unnoticed.


　　I took the cup from him and set it down gently. "Let's not talk about it. It's late. You should rest."


　　Wilmot finally smiled. "You're right. You must be cold from the pond. Come to bed with me. You'll warm up."


　　As he started to undress, a knock sounded from outside.


　　"Alpha Wilmot, Jasmine's afraid of the dark. She needs you."


　　Wilmot paused, glanced at me, and said, "Jasmine's been scared of the dark since we were kids. Alpha Zander left early for business. I'll check on her. Be back soon."


　　I watched his hurried figure disappear, bitterness flooding me.


　　'Wilmot, you asked if I could forgive you. I can't. Ever.'


　　That night, Wilmot didn't return.


　　At dawn's first light, Beta Samuel hammered on the door.


　　"Alpha Wilmot! Olivia and Digby—they're gone!"


Chapter 6