He killed our pup

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~~IRENE~~

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The rain was pounding outside, like it was trying to drown the world. Inside the ward, it was hot, too hot, and I was drowning in my own sweat and pain. My body felt like it was being torn apart, and I could barely see straight. The midwives were all around me, their voices loud, urgent.

“Luna, push, push!” they kept saying, like I wasn’t already giving everything I had. I screamed, my throat raw, my eyes blurry with tears and sweat.

I was so tired, but they wouldn’t let me stop.

Sweat soaked my hospital gown, sticking to my skin like a second layer of agony. My screams ripped out of me, raw and desperate, my eyes stinging with tears and dizziness. I was drowning in this pain, but I clung to the hope that this moment—this baby—would fix everything.

“Push, Luna, one more time!” one of them said, her hands steady on my knees. I gritted my teeth, my whole body shaking, and pushed with everything left in me.

Then, all at once, the room filled with cries—tiny, sharp cries that cut through the pain. My baby. My heart leapt, and I gasped, half-laughing, half-sobbing.

The midwife smiled, her face kind but tired. “Congratulations. It’s a girl, Luna. You did it.” She wrapped my baby in a soft fur blanket and placed her in my arms.

I looked down at her—her little face, so perfect, her tiny hands curled up. She was warm, so warm, and her cries softened as I held her close. My chest ached with love, so big it hurt. I was so happy, but there was this foolish hope in me, too. Maybe this baby, our baby, could fix things. Maybe she could melt Trenton’s cold heart.

Trenton was the Alpha of the Moonstone pack. Tall, incredibly handsome, with brown hair. He was every woman’s dream.

But he turned out to be my fated mate!

Goddess I was the happiest woman on earth. Being the lowest and weakest omega slave in the pack, I thought he'd reject me.

I had no family, no friends or background. Still, Trenton accepted me for who I was, said he loved me, and made me his Luna.

For one year, we lived happily together. Trenton cherished me, pampered and spoiled me making all the she wolves grow envious of me. For once in my life, I thought nothing would ever go wrong not until recently the world I knew began to turn upside down.

These days, Trenton has changed overnight. He became distant. His eyes, once so warm when he looked at me, were like ice now. He barely spoke to me, barely touched me. I didn’t know why and it scared me. I kept asking myself what I’d done wrong, but I had no answers. For a moment, I wanted to call him, to tell him our daughter was here, but my fingers froze over the phone. No, I’d wait. I wanted to see his face when he saw her. I wanted to believe he’d come, that he’d hold her and smile, that he’d love her like I did.

The midwives were cleaning up, chatting softly, when the door swung open.

They froze, then bowed low, their voices quiet. “Alpha,” they said.

My heart jumped. Trenton was here.

He stood there, tall and imposing in his black suit, his blond hair was damp from the rain, plastered against his forehead. His face was hard, unreadable, like a storm cloud ready to break. My heart raced as I held up our baby, my arms trembling, a smile breaking through my exhaustion.

“Trenton,” I breathed, relief and fear tangling in my throat. “Look… look at her. She's beautiful, isn’t she?” I said, my voice shaky but full of hope. I waited for him to step closer, to see her, to feel what I felt.

But he didn’t move.

His cold eyes flicked to the baby, then back to me, and there was nothing in them. No warmth, no love. Just… nothing. My wolf stiffened, sensing something I couldn’t quite name. My fingers tightened around the baby.

“Trenton…?” My voice cracked. “Say something.”

He strode forward and stopped beside the bed, towering over me. I searched his face for a hint of softness, a shred of the man I once thought I loved. Instead, I saw only ice.

“Take it,” he said icily, his voice cold as the rain outside.

Two guards stepped forward, their faces blank.

My stomach dropped.

“What? No!” I clutched her tighter, my heart racing. “Trenton, what are you doing? She’s our daughter!” My voice cracked, but he didn’t flinch.

The guards reached for her, and I screamed, trying to twist away. “No! Don’t touch her!”

“Irene, stop,” Trenton said, his voice sharp, like a blade. “It’s done.”

“Done? What’s done?” I was crying now, my whole body shaking.

The guards pried my arms open, and I fought them, but I was too weak. They took her, my baby, her cries piercing the air.

“No!” I screamed, lunging forward, but pain tore through my abdomen like fire. My stitches burned, pulling me back onto the mattress. “Trenton, please! Please, don’t take her! She needs me! Why are you doing this?”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at me. He turned toward the door, the guards following with my baby.

“No!” My scream ripped from my throat, raw and desperate. I swung my legs off the bed, pain exploding in every nerve, and stumbled after him. My body was weak, broken from labor, but I didn’t care. I would crawl through glass if I had to.

“Give me my daughter back! Please!” I screamed, my voice echoing down the hall.

The pack midwives tried to hold me, their voices soft, pitying, but I pushed past them, desperate. I followed the guards to another room, a cold, sterile place with glass walls.

Through a glass window, I saw them. The guards, the doctor, my baby. She was on a sterile table, still crying, her tiny body thrashing. Trenton stood there, his back to me, talking to a doctor.

I banged on the glass. “Trenton! Stop!”

But he didn’t look at me.

I heard his voice, low and clear, through the door.

“Do it,” he said to the doctor. “Use its blood. Save Amira.”

My world stopped.

Amira. His first love.

The name hit me like a punch. My knees buckled, but the guards grabbed me, their hands like iron. “No! You can’t! She’s our daughter, Trenton! She’s innocent! Please, don’t hurt her!” My voice was breaking, but I couldn’t stop.

“Alpha—” The doctor hesitated, his face pale, looking at Trenton, then at my baby.

“Please,” I sobbed, sliding down the glass. “She’s just a baby.”

Trenton’s face was stone. “Do it,” he said again.

The doctor nodded, and I saw the glint of a blade. My baby’s cries grew louder, then sharper, and I screamed, my hands clawing at the glass. I couldn’t look away, even as my heart shattered.

Her cries stopped, sudden and final, and the room went quiet.

I saw red—blood, her blood—and I felt something break inside me.

I wish I had continuing looking. The Goddess knows I wish I had. Maybe then I could believe it wasn’t real. But the smell—the metallic tang of blood—hit me like a slap. My knees buckled.

“No… no, no, no…” My voice was a whisper now, broken beyond repair. My vision blurred, the walls tilting and spinning. My baby. My little girl. Gone before she even had a name.

Trenton stepped out of the room, wiping his hands with a white cloth now stained crimson. His face was calm. Serene, almost. Like he’d done nothing more than sign a document.

“For Amira,” he said again. Like that made it right. Like that justified the unthinkable.

“You killed her!” I screamed, my throat burning. My stomach churned, and I vomited, blood mixing with bile on the floor.

The guards grabbed my arms, pulling me back, but I kept screaming, my eyes locked on him, red and like a deranged animal.

“You monster!” My voice gave out, and my vision blurred.

The world spun, and I felt myself falling, the cold floor rushing up to meet me.