Claimed By The Reaper Alpha

Lyra’s POV

“Congratulations, Alpha Darius,” The doctor said. “It’s a boy. You have an heir.”

After eighteen hours, my son was born.

Tears filled my eyes as I listened to my son’s cries. His voice was strong, and I knew his strength matched. Weakly, I reached out towards him. “Darius… let me hold my baby.”

“Take the child away,” my husband, Alpha Darius, demanded. The warmth in his voice from just moments before, encouraging me as I felt my strength leave me during childbirth, was completely gone.

The doctor hesitated only for a second before leaving my baby; the door shut harshly after him.

“What?” I asked weakly; the shift was so startling that I almost couldn’t believe my senses.

Darius coolly came forward and stood at the side of my hospital bed, those cruel eyes boring into me. “Oh, my poor Lyra.”

My heart started to beat faster, then he spoke the words that shattered everything.

“Thanks to you, I now have an heir… and I can finally marry Serena. She’s waited too long for me already.”

His voice was different, as if it were mocking my whole existence. Surely the man before wasn’t my husband, the very same man that rubbed oil on my belly and sang our baby to sleep while in the womb.

I had thought that our bond, our love, was real.

A broken laugh slipped past my lips.

“So, everything was an act, huh?” My voice was hoarse. “For three years… you pretended to love me just so I could birth a child.”

He didn’t deny it. It felt like someone had ripped something vital from me.

“You said you loved me.” My fingers clenched weakly against the sheets. My body trembled from labor.

Tears slipped down my face. “You used me.”

The memories started rushing through my head, my life before him. I always knew my place.

I knew I was orphaned, wolf less, worthless. Pain and harassment had been constant.

I was an easy target for all of it. Felt nothing but emptiness… until Darius found me.

I had been reaching for fruit from a tree, my stomach, too empty to care about the risk. My foot slipped against the bark and scraped my ankle painfully.

Strong hands caught me.

“Are you alright? Do you need treatment?” he asked gently.

I had looked up at him, stunned.

I lifted my skirt to reveal the wound, but it healed on its own before he could touch it.

“Fascinating,” he had said. That was the first time I hadn’t felt worthless.

Our relationship grew quickly. He would pull me close, kiss me as if he couldn’t get enough.

I gave him everything. My body, my heart… my first time.

And then I became pregnant.

“Why else would I marry a wolfless orphan? I am an Alpha. I would never have lowered myself if Serena had been capable of bearing a child.”

“That damned Lycan King is waging wars everywhere, plagues are spreading, newborns are scarce. But you—you’re fertile. Easy pregnancies, no complications. You should be grateful you can bear children,” he said. “Not every woman gets the chance.”

My ears did not want to hear more, but I listened.

“I am not in love with you,” he said calmly. “I’ve always been in love with her. Lady Serena, my real princess.”

“We’ve been betrothed longer than you could imagine,” he continued. “She is beautiful, royal, precious… Everything a bride should be.”

He looked down at me pitifully.

“She cannot bear children,” Darius said casually. “Beloved has a fragile body. The physicians said pregnancy would kill her.”

Serena had always been there, every holiday, dinner twice a week. But Darius had assured me he had seen her like a sister, and I had foolishly believed him.

I forced my head to turn toward him.

“Tell me…” I whispered.

Darius raised an eyebrow.

“So I was just… what? A vessel? A body you could climb into whenever you wanted so you could force a child inside me?”

He gestured toward me. “I simply needed someone expendable, someone that would be useful.”

“Who would ever care about someone like you?” he continued. “A sad little orphan. You have nothing. No status. No power. No worth.”

How could he say such a thing? I had given everything to this pack, to him. Not just my body, but also my mind. I’d helped rerouted supply lines, and contributed to the logistics of battles and moving the warriors effectively around the pack. I was good with things like that. Sometimes I could see things in a way others struggled to.

Did he not notice all that I had contributed? Or did he simply no longer care?

His lips twisted into a cruel smile. “Well, perhaps that’s not entirely true. You do have a pretty face. And a fertile womb. Strong enough to survive pregnancy when others couldn’t. You should feel honored.”

He continued, voice smooth and cold. “What a whore you are. Perfect for warming a bed and spreading your legs when told.”

Every word of his felt like a blade on my chest. I wanted to scream. Curse him, rip that malicious grin from his face.

“You bastard! You lied to me,” I said. My voice was shaking now. “You looked me in the face every day and lied. The Goddess will curse you for this.”

"Enough." He straightened to his full height. "What we had is finished. Serena will be my new Luna."

I heard my baby’s cry from outside, I knew he wanted his mother.

I wanted to hold him. I didn’t care if his father was a monster. That was still my child.

My blood. My body had carried him for months.

But my body screamed in pain. Sitting up felt impossible.

He stepped closer. His Alpha presence pressed down on me like a storm.

“I reject you,” he said flatly. “I reject you; your existence means nothing to me. You never belonged to this family. You never belonged to me.”

Being rejected was shameful. But after giving birth… it was humiliation beyond words.

My vision blurred because of tears and pain; darkness crept at the edges.

Still, I forced the words out. “I… accept your rejection… Alpha.”

The so-called bond we formed snapped. Pain exploded through my chest.

“Good,” Darius said casually. Then he turned away.

“Goodbye, Lyra.”

He didn’t look back.

Just before the door closed, I heard his voice again. “Prepare the ceremony invitations for the Alphas. Tell Serena everything is handled. Let her know the baby is ours now.”

Ours. That was my baby! My blood! So why, why did I not even hold him once.

I tried to keep my eyes open.

But my body had nothing left. The darkness swallowed me.

And yet… somewhere deep inside, a tiny spark whispered: I will survive. I must survive.