Alpha Locked Pregnant Luna in a Freezer for His Secretary
The day I confirmed I was three months pregnant, I went to Oliver's office to drop off some files.
I was finally going to tell him the good news.
The Pack was in the grip of a record heat wave, and with the temperature climbing toward 122 degrees, I reached over to switch on the AC.
His secretary stopped me before I could.
"Luna, I'm on my period, and our Pack wolves already carry the Cold Curse. It isn't hot enough to need the AC."
But I was afraid the heat would hurt the tiny life growing inside me.
I shot her a glance, said nothing, and turned it on anyway.
Late that night, Oliver came home from a business dinner and led with an accusation the second he walked in.
"Sophia already gets cramps and nausea on her period, and you blasted cold air at her for forty-one minutes and thirty-eight seconds. You put her in the ICU with stomach spasms."
"Oliver, air conditioning doesn't hurt anyone, and I've had periods too. Never mind that. There's something important I need to tell you. I'm preg—"
Oliver pulled the corner of his mouth into a smile, drew me into his arms, and cut off the words before I could finish.
"I lost my head. You're right."
He kissed my forehead the way he always did, murmuring softly until I fell asleep.
But when I woke, I was inside a transparent glass freezer room.
Every face around me belonged to someone important in the Pack.
Outside the glass, Oliver stood with a hand on Sophia's soft waist, watching me with a smile.
"You like the cold air? Then today you can have all you want."
My heart sank. I pulled out my phone and photographed the people around me.
Then I made a call.
"Dad. None of these people need to live to see tomorrow's sun."