All Chapters of Burned By My Own Alpha’s Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"Help! Let me out! The apartment's on fire—"Coughing, I curled up in the corner of the bedroom, covering my mouth and nose as I called the pack guards over and over on the pack comms.The kitchen was already in flames, licking up the cabinets. Thick smoke rolled in from the living room, stinging my eyes.My pup kicked inside me. A sharp cramp twisted my gut. There was no way I could shift.The call finally connected.But the pack's head of security just sounded cold. "Amelia, save your breath.""I'm five months pregnant! The fire's in the living room. I can't get out!" I screamed, the smoke making me gag."The Alpha's orders," he cut me off, his voice flat. "Any alarm from the penthouse tonight is you 'having a meltdown'. Don't waste the pack's resources."Click. The line went dead.A loud whoosh came from the living room as something flammable went up in a fireball.Flames licked at the doorframe. The smell of burning was sharp in my nose.I refused to give up. My fingers trembled as

The next morning, my hospital room door opened.It wasn't a nurse, and it wasn't my Alpha.It was Jessica.She strolled in on four-inch heels, carrying an expensive gift basket like a conqueror surveying her new territory.There was no pretense, none of the innocent act she put on for everyone else.Her smile was bright and vicious."Get out," I said from the bed, not even bothering to look up."Don't be like that, Amelia," Jessica cooed, tossing the basket onto a sofa and walking right up to my bed.She looked down, her eyes fixed on my hospital gown.Suddenly, she reached out and pressed her hand down hard on my once-swollen, now-flat stomach."Such a shame," she sighed, putting weight behind her hand. "Looks like the little thing wasn't destined to be the pack heir after all."I went rigid. It felt like my torn-apart womb was being ripped open all over again."Get your filthy hands off me!" I snapped, slapping her hand away.Jessica didn't even flinch. She just straightened up, deli

"Attack?" Ronan acted like it was a joke. He spun around. "Amelia, did you bribe the Council just to make me bow down and kick Jessica out?!" His voice was dripping with contempt."Alpha, watch your words." The Enforcer's face turned completely cold. He stepped forward, releasing his high-ranking aura without holding back. "The Council protects no one. We only follow the evidence."He tapped his wrist, and a pale blue hologram projected into the air."First, the door log from the fire has been restored." He pointed at a line of red code. "The data shows that the master bedroom door was locked by an Alpha-level override."Silence fell over the room.Highest authority. Only one person in the entire territory had it. The Alpha.Ronan's breath caught, his pupils shaking.The Enforcer swiped the screen to the next photo: the burned ruins of the bedroom."Second, our scanners picked up a heavy scent of an unfamiliar wolf in the center of the ruins. The DNA matches a rogue werewolf with multi

Half a month later. The Council's Supreme Tribunal.Under the massive dome, the air was deadly serious. Ronan was dragged to the stand by two fully armed guards.In just fifteen days, he looked like a skeleton. Where was that arrogant Alpha who scolded me for Jessica? Facing the imminent Mate Bond Severance ritual, his whole body shook uncontrollably.Chloe stood by my side as my proxy. She ruthlessly threw the hard evidence onto the giant screen.The security comms log. The cold recording of my desperate cries being forcefully cut off. And the pup's death certificate, stamped in blood-red ink.With every piece of evidence, the Elders in the stands looked darker."Ronan Sterling," the Head Elder struck the gavel, his voice booming. "As Alpha, you abused your power, blocked a rescue, and caused severe injury to your mate and the death of your legal heir. Do you have anything to say?"Ronan's lips were white. He couldn't make a sound.The Head Elder pulled out the Mate Bond Severance Agr

Early the next morning, I went back to the guest house alone.It still smelled like Jessica's sickening perfume.I didn't want to stay a second longer than I had to. I only grabbed a few ancient jewelry design books my mother left me.At the front gate, I stopped. Not far away was the blackened shell of the main house. That was where I had been trapped in the fire, crying for my life. That was where I had completely crossed over death."It's all over," I whispered.I tossed the keys into a trash can by the ruins and walked away without looking back.One month later.The top floor of my brand new studio downtown.A heavy helicopter bearing a silver crescent moon crest roared onto the landing pad. The cabin door opened. Out stepped the Head Elder of the "Frostmoon Pack"—the oldest and most powerful pack in North America.Two terrifying high-ranking wolf guards followed behind him.The Elder walked up to me, bowed slightly, and handed over a scroll sealed with pure gold wax."Ms. Amelia,"