Rejecting My Cruel Alpha For His Rival

Elara Thorne POV:

The plastic stick felt impossibly heavy on the cool marble of the bathroom counter. My hands trembled as I stared at it, my breath held tight in my chest. Three minutes. It had only been three minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

In my mind, my wolf, Lyra, paced relentlessly. Her anxiety was a frantic beat against my own heart, a low whine of both desperate hope and suffocating fear.

Then, it happened. A second pink line, faint at first, bloomed into existence next to the first. It was stark, clear, and undeniable against the white plastic.

Pregnant.

The word was a silent explosion in my mind. A wave of pure, unadulterated joy crashed over me, so potent it stole the air from my lungs and brought tears to my eyes. After two years of aching emptiness since we lost our first pup, this was more than a new life. It was a resurrection. It was the single, flickering flame of hope I had been shielding against a relentless, soul-crushing wind. This baby was my salvation.

I had to tell him. I had to tell Ryker. The thing we have been extremely looking forward to has arrived. This tiny life could be the thread that stitched the tattered pieces of our mate bond back together.

But as I gripped the edge of the sink, a dizzy spell washed over me, the black spots dancing in my vision a familiar, unwelcome guest. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My silver-blonde hair seemed to have lost its luster, and my violet eyes were ringed with exhaustion. My face was too pale, almost translucent. This wasn't just morning sickness. This was the mate bond, fractured and bleeding my life force away.

*Our time is running out, Elara,* Lyra whimpered, her earlier anxiety now tinged with a deep, mournful sadness. *This pup must be born before the Moon Goddess calls us home.*

I took a deep, shuddering breath, pushing the fear down. This baby wasn't a sign of the end; it was the reason to fight for a new beginning. I would use this miracle to fix us.

Clutching the pregnancy test like a sacred relic, I walked out of our bedroom. The Packhouse was silent, the thick carpets muffling my footsteps. Every beat of my own heart sounded like a drum in the stillness as I made my way toward Ryker’s study.

The heavy oak door was slightly ajar. I could hear his voice from within, a low, resonant baritone that still made my insides hum. But the tone… it was one I hadn't heard directed at me in years. It was soft, laced with a tenderness that was a physical ache in my chest.

Curiosity, a stupid, self-destructive impulse, made me pause. I peered through the narrow gap.

The sight that greeted me shattered my world into a million pieces. Ryker was on the leather sofa, and curled into his side, looking up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes, was my cousin, Serena Thorne.

She was the picture of fragile innocence, her shoulder-length, mousy brown hair falling over her shoulder as she sniffled. Ryker held a handkerchief, and with a gentleness that felt like a betrayal, he dabbed at the tears on her cheek.

My fingers tightened around the pregnancy test, the plastic edges digging into my palm.

“Am I useless, Ryker?” Serena’s voice was a pathetic, breathy whisper. “Making you worry about me again.”

“No,” Ryker murmured, his voice thick with a mixture of adoration and self-reproach. “Never. It’s my fault. I didn’t protect you. I swore five years ago, I would never let anything hurt you again.”

Five years ago. The Silver Mist Forest. The rogue attack.

Serena’s gaze drifted from his stormy grey eyes down to his lips, and in their depths, I saw not gratitude, but a raw, possessive hunger.

Then, Ryker leaned down. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead, a gesture so full of reverence it made me want to vomit.

A lightning bolt of ice shot through my veins. The air solidified in my lungs. My mind went completely, mercifully blank.

The pregnancy test slipped from my numb fingers.

It hit the hardwood floor with a sharp clatter that echoed in the suffocating silence.

Two heads snapped in my direction.

Ryker’s brow furrowed, the tenderness in his eyes vanishing like a phantom, replaced instantly by a cold, familiar wave of annoyance and disgust. Serena, on cue, gasped and pressed herself deeper into Ryker’s embrace, her wide brown eyes a perfect mask of a startled deer.

*Liar!* Lyra howled in my head, a shriek of pure, unadulterated agony. *Traitor!*

My lips trembled, but no sound came out. The tiny flame of hope that had just been kindled in my womb was extinguished, drowned by a tidal wave of icy betrayal.

Ryker stood, his massive frame blocking the doorway. He strode toward me, his shadow falling over me like a shroud. He looked down at me, his handsome face a mask of stone.

"What are you doing here? Eavesdropping?"

My gaze slid past him, locking onto Serena, who was now peering from behind his arm with a look of feigned innocence.

With a hand that shook, I bent down and picked up the pregnancy test. I clutched it in my fist, the sharp corners a welcome, grounding pain in my palm.