My Baby and I Died in Labor While He Celebrated Hers
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36 weeks pregnant, I was thrown into the dungeon by my own husband.
When my water broke, I desperately reached out through the mate bond, calling for him—only to discover that he had severed it with his own hands.
They lashed my swollen belly with leather whips. They injected wolfsbane into my veins. And when my baby's head began to crown, they shoved her back inside me.
All because his sister-in-law Genevieve was also in labor today—and her child had to be born as the pack's heir.
I crawled out of that dungeon, drenched in my own blood, only to find him blocking the doorway.
I knelt at his feet, clutching at his trousers, begging. "The baby is innocent. Please... just let me deliver her..."
He kicked me away in disgust. "Wait until Genevieve is done."
Later, fireworks lit up the sky. The entire pack celebrated the birth of Genevieve's heir.
I was dumped in a water cell, watching my blood slowly turn the ice-cold water crimson, feeling my daughter grow still inside me.
Only after he'd gazed adoringly at the newborn in Genevieve's arms did he finally remember me. He sent someone to fetch me from the dungeon.
But his servant returned white-faced, voice trembling:
"Alpha! The Luna... she and the baby... they're both dead!"
When my water broke, I desperately reached out through the mate bond, calling for him—only to discover that he had severed it with his own hands.
They lashed my swollen belly with leather whips. They injected wolfsbane into my veins. And when my baby's head began to crown, they shoved her back inside me.
All because his sister-in-law Genevieve was also in labor today—and her child had to be born as the pack's heir.
I crawled out of that dungeon, drenched in my own blood, only to find him blocking the doorway.
I knelt at his feet, clutching at his trousers, begging. "The baby is innocent. Please... just let me deliver her..."
He kicked me away in disgust. "Wait until Genevieve is done."
Later, fireworks lit up the sky. The entire pack celebrated the birth of Genevieve's heir.
I was dumped in a water cell, watching my blood slowly turn the ice-cold water crimson, feeling my daughter grow still inside me.
Only after he'd gazed adoringly at the newborn in Genevieve's arms did he finally remember me. He sent someone to fetch me from the dungeon.
But his servant returned white-faced, voice trembling:
"Alpha! The Luna... she and the baby... they're both dead!"















































