My Perfect Alpha's Performance
I am a Soul Healer, born of the rarest bloodline in the Blackwood Pack.
My mate, Kaelen, is the Alpha of the Pack.
I had just given birth to our daughter, Lyra, and was basking in the quiet joy of new motherhood.
But Kaelen summoned me back with a chilling urgency.
A pup in the pack had been born without a wolf. He wanted me to perform a forbidden transplant ceremony.
The ceremony began. The sacrificed wolf hovered in the air, pulsing with the purest lunar power.
A sharp pain suddenly pierced my heart, and a strange, hollow sense of loss washed over me.
But I did my duty. I saved the pup.
Then, I heard his voice from the next room.
"You sacrificed Lyra for Seraphina's son," his Beta whispered, horrified.
"Her wolf was crying for you, Kaelen. You killed your own daughter."
My mate laughed. A sound like ice cracking. "That pup only existed to give Finnian a wolf."
"Why else would I have ever let Elara conceive my pup?"
"It was Lyra's honor to die for her brother."
I froze on the spot, my mind a complete blank.
The wolf I’d just sacrifice...that was my daughter, Lyra?