Alpha’s Regret After Removing My Uterus

My mate was secretly cheating with another she-wolf and had a 3-year-old illegitimate pup.

After I suffered a miscarriage for protecting him, the Alpha who treasured me like a precious gem had ordered my uterus removed.

Yet he knew that our own pups were what I wanted most in this world.

As I turned and walked into the corridor, passing by other wards, the TV screen was still showing the scene where Blake proposed to me.

A she-wolf in the ward said enviously: "Alpha is so good to Luna Amber. I heard that Luna was injured and bleeding heavily, and Alpha drew half of his blood and transfused it to her, even at the risk of his own life."

Another she-wolf nodded. "Yes, I've never seen such an affectionate Alpha. And he also spent 10 million US dollars to buy Moonbloom herb to accelerate Amber's recovery."

In the past, hearing such words would have made me feel like the luckiest she-wolf alive.

But now, it made me sick.

Just then, Blake came out from the healer’s room. Blake's eyes lit up at the moment he saw me.

He noticed I was barefoot in my thin hospital gown. His eyes filled with concern as he swept me up into his arms.

"You're still recovering from serious injuries, Amber. What are you thinking, walking around barefoot like this? What if you catch a chill?"

He carried me back to the room and personally put warm socks on my feet, just as he had done countless times before.

I remembered how he'd been like this throughout our five years of marriage—how he would brush my hair every night before bed, how he'd prepare my favorite moonberry tea on full moon nights to ease my transformation pains, how he'd carry me across puddles on rainy days so my feet wouldn't get wet.

But the tender gesture that once made my heart race now left me cold.

I gently pushed his hands away. "I'm feeling better now."

He sighed with relief, but I could see the worry hadn't left his eyes.

How could someone be so considerate and caring to me while plotting to destroy my chance of ever having children again?

More importantly, how could he look at me with such loving eyes when he had a secret son with another woman?

After returning to the room, Blake made a call to the pack healer.

"Dr. Nathan will be here soon to prepare you for surgery," Blake said, his tone was so soft. "He says we need to take care of your injuries properly."

My blood ran cold. Surgery? The conversation I had overheard earlier flashed through my mind—Blake instructing the healer to remove my uterus during the procedure.

"No," I said firmly. "I don't need surgery. I'm feeling much better already."

In the past, Blake had never refused any of my requests, but this time he unusually insisted:

"Little wolf, Dr. Nathan says you've had a miscarriage and suffered severe internal injuries from the rogue attack. If we don't perform this surgery, you could have permanent damage."

"I said no." I pushed myself up from the bed, wincing at the pain in my abdomen. "I want to leave. Now."

Blake stared at me for a long moment, his jaw clenched tight. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration

"Fine," he finally conceded. "But I'm calling Dr. Nathan to examine you at home first thing tomorrow."

Relief washed over me as Blake helped me up and supported me as we walked out of the treatment room.

We had barely made it to the parking area when a sharp pain stabbed through my neck. I reached up, feeling a small dart.

"Blake?" I turned to him in confusion.

The last thing I saw was his pained expression as he caught me before I hit the ground.

"I'm sorry, love. It's for your own good."

Darkness took me.

When I woke again, sunlight was streaming through the windows of our bedroom. For a moment, everything felt normal—until the dull ache in my abdomen brought reality crashing back.

I threw off the covers and lifted my nightgown to find a fresh surgical scar across my lower belly.

No. No, no, no.

The door opened and Blake walked in carrying a tray of food.

"You're awake," he said softly, setting the tray down and rushing to my side. "How are you feeling?"

"What did you do to me?" I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

Blake sat beside me, his expression grave. "You collapsed in the parking lot. Nathan said your internal bleeding had worsened. The inner wall of your uterus was severely damaged from both the attack and the miscarriage. We had no choice, Amber. If we hadn't removed it, you could have died."

He reached for something on the nightstand—medical reports with diagrams showing extensive damage to my reproductive system. It all looked very official, very convincing.

"I couldn't lose you," Blake continued, taking my hand. "I know how much you wanted pups, but your life means everything to me."

"Rest now," Blake said, kissing my forehead. "If we want children, we can always adopt a pup from another pack."