Contract Lost: Alpha's Nightmare
Under the Moon Goddess, I was once the happiest Luna of the Black Pack.
Alpha Mike cherished me, cradled me in his palms, and bestowed upon me a name and glory. 
But on that day— 
I lay on the operating table as he slit open my abdomen himself, offering my liver to his white moonlight, Lina. 
My husband held Lina’s hand, whispering tenderly in her ear: 
"Don’t be afraid. Anna’s life is worthless—yours is the one that matters." 
As the anesthesia wore off, agony seared through me. The doctor gasped: 
"She’s in her differentiation phase! Forcing the surgery will cripple her for life!" 
Yet Mike didn’t even glance back, leaving with Lina in his arms: 
"Just an Omega. Saving you is her privilege." 
Later, I knelt before the witch Jery, trading all my memories for freedom. 
When Mike stormed into the shop, roaring at my amnesiac, bubble-blowing self— 
I shrank into the witch’s arms, trembling: 
"Sister… who is this madman?" 
His eyes burned crimson as he tore our contract to shreds.