My Alphas Rejected Our Pups

The cold porcelain of the bathroom floor pressed against my knees as I retched into the toilet for the third time this morning. My hands trembled as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, tasting the bitter remnants of bile.

The pregnancy test lay on the counter like a ticking bomb, its two pink lines staring back at me with cruel certainty. Two lines. Positive. Pregnant.

I sank back against the bathroom wall, my heart hammering against my ribs. Three weeks. It had been three weeks since my eighteenth birthday, since everything changed. Since that night at Sterling's lake house that I couldn't stop replaying in my mind, no matter how hard I tried.

The memory hit me like a physical blow, dragging me back to that evening when the world still made sense.

*Three weeks earlier*

"Harper! Close your eyes!" Ryker's voice had echoed through the trees as I approached Sterling's family lake house, nestled deep in the Crescent Ridge mountains. The golden-brown haired Alpha bounced on his feet with barely contained excitement, his mischievous grin infectious even in the fading daylight.

"What are you three up to?" I laughed, but obediently covered my eyes with my hands. Strong, familiar hands guided me forward—Sterling's gentle touch, I realized, recognizing the careful way he steered me around what felt like furniture.

"Trust us," came Axel's deep voice from somewhere to my left. Even without seeing him, I could picture his gray eyes watching me with that intense focus he was known for, his dark hair probably falling across his forehead the way it always did when he concentrated.

"Okay, open them!" Ryker practically shouted.

I dropped my hands and gasped. The lake house's main room had been transformed into something magical. String lights draped across the wooden beams, casting warm golden pools of light across handmade decorations. A small cake sat on the coffee table, eighteen candles flickering in the gentle breeze from the open windows.

"Happy birthday, Harper," Sterling said softly, his green eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. His sandy hair caught the candlelight, making him look almost ethereal in the warm glow.

"You guys..." My throat tightened with emotion. "You didn't have to do all this."

"Of course we did," Axel said, stepping closer. "You're eighteen now. That's important."

The weight of his words settled over me. Eighteen meant I was officially an adult in pack law. It also meant my first heat cycle would come soon, something every Omega dreaded without a bonded mate.

"Presents first!" Ryker declared, shoving a wrapped box into my hands. "Mine first because I'm the most impatient."

I unwrapped his gift carefully, revealing a delicate silver bracelet with a moonstone centerpiece that seemed to glow with its own inner light. "Ryker, this is beautiful."

"It's supposed to help with... you know, Omega stuff," he said, suddenly bashful. "The old pack healer said moonstones have protective properties."

Sterling's gift came next—a leather-bound journal with my name embossed