The Alpha's Mad Grief
I was pregnant with Alpha Jaxon's heir. His childhood friend, Hattie, volunteered to drive me to the Pack Medical Center for a checkup.
On the bridge over Wolf’s Hollow River, she didn't hesitate. She yanked the steering wheel right into the rusty guardrail.
I didn't fight her for the wheel like I did in my past life.
Because in my last life, I stopped the crash, but she was thrown from the car into the rapids. They never found her body.
My Alpha claimed he didn't blame me. He even ground evening primrose by hand every day to soothe the pup, his eyes full of tender anticipation for our baby.
But on the day I gave birth to his heir, he forced me and our newborn pup into his car, slammed his f
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