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.