With my gaze fixed on the horizon, I let the dawn’s light fill me with renewed purpose. My place in the pack was not his to undermine, nor was my dignity something he could take. I had a legacy to protect, a future to build with my child.
In the quiet solitude of the morning, I allowed myself one final thought of Derrick. He may have shattered the promises we’d made under the moonlight, but he hadn’t broken me. I was stronger now, with a power forged in the fire of betrayal. And as the future Alpha-Female of this pack, I would rise above him.
I turned my back on the shadows he had left, feeling the first rays of sunlight warming my face. This was the beginning of a new chapter. chapter where my child and I would stand strong, our bond unbreakable, our path clear.
Derrick might have turned his back on us, but I knew one thing with absolute certainty: he had underestimated me.
My heart pounded as Derrick’s phone blinked on the table. For as long as I could remember, I had been loyal to him, giving him every ounce of trust I had. But today, my patience had run out. I lowered myself into a chair, careful not to strain my growing belly. I needed to know the truth.
I started with the obvious passwords, dates that had meant everything to us, like our anniversary, my birthday, even his pack initiation date. Nothing. But then, with a stroke of grim inspiration, I typed in the date from Samantha’s ultrasound photo, the one I’d seen her proudly share on social media. The screen unlocked.
My pulse quickened as I opened his messaging app. Samantha’s profile picture, sitting at the top like a mocking reminder of the betrayal. I braced myself as I scrolled through the messages, each line a new wound. “Darling, I miss you,” she had written. Derrick replied, “Soon, my love. We’ll be together soon.” His words, so sickeningly sweet, were painfully familiar. They used to be mine. Now they were for Samantha—the rival she-wolf carrying his child.
I opened Derrick’s banking app, feeling my stomach churn. Countless transactions such as pregnancy supplements, skincare products, and luxurious gifts filled the screen. It was all shipped to her address. His email notifications confirmed it. Rage and heartbreak warred within me, but I focused, carefully taking screenshots of every piece of evidence. He wouldn’t take me for a fool.