So My Sterile Alpha Has a Pup
The entire pack knows that my Alpha mate, Cassian Blackhowl, treasures me more than his own life. Against everyone's objections, he chooses me, an Omega, to be his mate.
Before we form a mate bond, I suffer from a blood disease and hover at death's door.
Cassian searches the world, draining his fortune, just to find someone with a blood type that matches mine so that I can have a transfusion to save my life. He stays by my bedside for months, never leaving, until I finally recover.
But after we form a mate bond, I'm unable to conceive a pup.
Cassian simply smiles and says, "Then I'll just have to try harder until you get pregnant."
We get lost in our acts of passion more frequently until I finally carry a pup. However, I lose the pup, and the cycle repeats. Each time, the agony tears through me like my body is being ripped apart, leaving me weaker and weaker.
Seeing me in such torment, Cassian gathers me into his arms. "Let's not try for a pup anymore. We can always adopt one."
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Five years pass, and just as he once promised, he makes me the most envied she-wolf in the pack.
But on the very day of our five-year bond anniversary, I receive a message. It's an invitation to a pup's birthday party.
The message is withdrawn almost instantly, but not before I see the names of the parents—Cassian Blackhowl and Elara Wolfhart.
I stand there, frozen stiff.
Cassian is my mate. My Alpha. My life.
And Elara is the she-wolf who once saved me with her blood.