Chapter 10
Game over.
I hadn’t planned for this. I’d figured Damon might drag me to the Pack clinic. Worst–case scenario, I had a pregnant friend lined up to help fake results.
But this? This was bad.
Dr. Elias strolled in, white coat pristine, pulling out all sorts of medical gear.
I sat stiffly as he started the exam, my brain scrambling for a cover story, anything to keep the lie alive.
And then–Alaric came downstairs.
Still in loungewear, casual as ever, a glass of water in hand.
Our eyes met.
He didn’t say a word. Just moved to stand beside me.
“Dr. Elias,” Damon asked, voice tight with anticipation, “what’s the result? Is she really pregnant?”
Dr. Elias studied the chart, adjusted his glasses.
I swallowed hard. My palms were soaked.
“Yes,” he said.calmly: “Miss Mahina is pregnant.”
My head jerked up. What?
Damon let out a breath of joy. “That’s amazing!”
He then walked Dr. Elias out himself, still riding the high from the good news.
I stayed rooted in place, stunned.
Only Alaric and I were left.
I turned to him slowly, confused.
He just lifted his shoulders, took a sip of water, and walked back upstairs.
I should’ve known.
Time flew, and before I knew it, the wedding day arrived.
Every major figure in the kingdom was there–Pack leaders, corporate titans, aristocrats. The entrance looked like a luxury car expo.
Reporters clustered near the doors with giant cameras, ready to broadcast the event of the season.
Music played. The moment arrived.
But the bride–me–didn’t walk in.
The lights shut off. The hall went dark.
A second later, the massive LED screen behind the altar lit up.
A video played–clear footage of Damon and Emily in bed.
Their voices echoed through the stunned silence.
“If Mahina ever finds out you tricked her into sleeping with your brother, and that the baby’s his…”
“She won’t. Trust me.”
Gasps erupted across the crowd.
“Wait–Mahina’s baby is Alaric’s?”
“Damon set up his own brother?”
“What the hell? Couldn’t compete so he stooped to this? Disgusting.”
Alpha King Ulric, who’d taken time out of his busy schedule to attend his grandson’s ceremony, was livid.
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“Disgraceful bastard!”
He stormed forward and slapped Damon hard across the face.
“You dare try to deceive me? Think I’ve gone senile?”
“No, Grandfather–it’s not like that!” Damon lunged to grab his sleeve.
Ulric yanked away in disgust.
Alaric stepped up, calm and composed, wine glass in hand. “Don’t worry, Grandfather. I’ll handle everything.”
Ulric looked at him, nodded once, then stormed out with his entourage.
Damon whirled on his brother, grabbed Alaric by the collar.
“Where’s Mahina? Did you plan this together?”
Alaric shoved him off, dragging him by the shoulder into the lounge behind the ballroom.
Reporters surged forward but were held back by rows of guards.
Inside, Alaric landed a brutal punch straight into Damon’s gut.
“That’s for the last life Mahina lost because of you.”
Another punch, And another.
Damon collapsed, wheezing in pain.
Emily ran in, scrambling to his side–only for her parents to burst in behind her.
They snarled and dragged her back, hissing, “You’ve shamed us enough. Get up. You think we can’t find you someone better than a manipulative Alpha who’ll never love you?”
Damon struggled to his feet, glaring at Alaric.
“You were in love with her all along, weren’t you?”
Alaric didn’t deny it. “Yes. She saved my life.”
Years ago, a car crash nearly killed him. It was Mahina–only sixteen at the time–who dragged him out of the wreckage, her hands pressing against his bleeding chest, keeping him alive until help arrived.
He’d never forgotten.
And when he realized she was now dating his brother–it almost broke him.
The night Dr. Elias declared I was “pregnant,” I went to Alaric and laid my cards on the table,
I offered to help him claim Rosethorn Pack–but in return, he had to get me out of Rosden.
He looked at me, stunned. “So you knew? About everything?”
“I knew. And I agreed willingly.”
He stared at me for a long time. Then sighed like he’d known this would happen.
He fiddled with his cufflinks. “Will I ever see you again?”
I smiled faintly. “We’ll see where fate takes us.”
An hour before the ceremony, I boarded a private jet to Fairmont.
No flight records. No paper trail.
Not even Damon’s reach could trace me.
Later, Alaric officially took control of Rosethorn Pack.
Damon spiraled–drinking, drag racing, sleeping around. A shadow of what he once was.
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