My Alpha Poisoned Me to Erase Our Baby

Two pink lines. Just two simple lines of pink dye on a plastic stick, but they had the power to rewrite the entire universe.

I sat on the edge of the narrow cot in the servants' quarters, my hands trembling so violently that I almost dropped the test. I was pregnant. Me, Rosalie Kelly, the wolfless Omega who was never supposed to be anything more than a paid distraction.

The contract I had signed with Luna Margaret two years ago was burned into my memory. *Clause 4: The subject must not form emotional attachments to the Alpha Heir. Clause 9: The arrangement is strictly temporary until the Heir’s wolf stabilizes.*

"Rules are meant to be broken," I whispered to the empty room, a fragile smile touching my lips.

My hand went to my flat stomach. Surely, this changed things. A pup wasn't just a biological accident; it was a gift from the Moon Goddess. And after last night... hope bloomed in my chest, painful and bright. Damon had woken from another nightmare, sweating and thrashing, but instead of pushing me away once I’d soothed him, he had pulled me close. He had buried his face in my neck and inhaled deeply, his grip possessive, desperate. He didn't smell like a boss holding an employee. He smelled like a man holding his lifeline.

I carefully wrapped the pregnancy test in a small, midnight-blue velvet pouch. It would be my gift to him. Tonight, after he officially became Alpha, I would tell him. I would show him that he didn't need a fated mate to have a family.

Taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart, I smoothed down the skirt of my simple grey dress—the uniform of the invisible—and slipped out of the room.

The Grand Ballroom of the Moonlight Summit Pack was suffocatingly lavish. Crystal chandeliers dripped light onto the polished floors, and the air was thick with the scents of high-ranking wolves: pine, musk, and expensive perfume. As an Omega, and a wolfless one at that, I stuck to the shadows near the catering entrance, trying to make myself as small as possible.

But my eyes were glued to the dais.

Damon stood there, flanked by his parents. He looked devastating in his ceremonial black suit, his shoulders broad and rigid. The Alpha Aura radiating off him was a physical weight, a heavy blanket of power that made the wolves around me dip their heads in submission. Even without a wolf of my own, I felt the primal urge to kneel.

"I, Damon Blackwood, accept the mantle of Alpha," his voice boomed, deep and resonating in my bones.

The crowd erupted in howls and applause. As the noise swelled, Damon lifted his head. His gaze cut through the sea of people, bypassing the visiting dignitaries and the eager she-wolves, landing straight on me in the shadows.

For a second, the terrifying blankness in his eyes softened.

*"Office. Immediately after the ceremony,"* his voice echoed in my mind.

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