My Alpha's Control Ended Where My First Love Began

I conscientiously perform my duties as the Luna of the Blackwood pack throughout our three years of bond.

During every cycle of the full moon, my Alpha, Damon Slater, insists on personally preparing Wolf Essence Elixir for me. He claims it enables me to manage my duties as Luna with greater ease. I trust him implicitly, never doubting his words.

It is only later that the shaman reveals that "the elixir" is actually Shadowmoon Drug—a forbidden drug that induces infertility.

I haven't even had the chance to question him when Isabelle Turner, his lover, brazenly posts a sonogram confirming the Alpha's pup in the group chat. Damon, my Alpha, does nothing, letting Isabelle accept everyone's pledge of loyalty to her.

Damon coldly reminds me that our bond serves a purely political purpose for the alliance and then aggressively questions me about what grievances I still hold. He thinks of me as merely a means to serve the alliance, a tool that can be replaced at any time.

He is completely wrong about that, though.

Elena's POV

In our three years of bond, my Alpha, Damon Slater, maintained a facade of gentle affection while secretly poisoning me with a sterility-inducing drug. I was on the verge of confronting him when his lover, Isabelle Turner, brazenly declared that she was pregnant with Damon's pup.

"I'd like to announce that my Alpha has given me the most precious gift."

Isabelle had announced it in a cloyingly sweet and triumphant tone, with an accompanying photo showing her hand resting on her lower abdomen.

I was stunned, my breath catching in my throat. That single message instantly crushed my intention to seek Damon out and demand a confrontation.

In the meantime, the group chat was bombarded with messages.

"Congratulations! Alpha Damon finally has an heir!"

"It's wonderful news for the pack!"

"I'll have to start preparing for the congratulatory gift!"

There were well-wishes coming in one after another. Callum Smith, the Beta of the pack, instantly gave Isabelle a shimmering, rare Luna Gem, while the chief warrior of the pack delivered a symbolic gift of centuries-old cedarwood.

There were also others who vowed to dedicate their lives to guarding Damon and Isabelle's pup, the Alpha heir.

"I solemnly swear my allegiance to the future Alpha by the oath of the pack!"

"I pledge my unwavering loyalty to the future Alpha heir!"

There were pledges of loyalty flashing past the screen, one after another.

Damon, the admin of the group chat, remained silent throughout the whole thing. He offered no denial, no single word of explanation, and made no move to halt the frenzy either.

I had to sit and bear witness as Isabelle, established as the mother of the future heir, received the solemn vows and lavish gifts from Damon's most trusted allies.

I felt my hands trembling—they weren't born of grief or despair, but pure rage.

"Thank you, everyone, for your thoughtfulness."

Isabelle sent another message, sounding like the rightful Luna of the pack.