Her Alpha’s Heart Novel – “Don’t drink it!” My son, the future Alpha of the pack, accidentally drank an wolfsbane at his two-year-old birthday party. The bane took immediate effect, and he collapsed on the ground, unconscious. At that moment, Sebastian completely broke down. He rushed out of the banquet hall, holding Jasper tightly, and ran like a maniac all the way to the pack doctor’s station. Tears streamed down his face as he shouted orders, his voice raw with desperation:
“Do whatever it takes to save my son!” Sadly, in the end, Jasper suffered neurological damage from ingesting highly concentrated wolfsbane, leaving him sluggish and unresponsive. He was diagnosed with no possibility of ever awakening his Alpha lineage. As for me, his mother, I had been on my way to the pack doctor’s camp when I was caught in a car accident at the mountain forest’s border. That night, I barely clinging to life after a near-fatal ordeal. Half a year later, one night, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Sebastian and his Beta, Damian, outside the study. “Alpha, you’re ruthless.
You can even harm your own son. When you ordered me to pour the wolfbane into Jasper’s cup, I really hesitated.” “And Luna Marigold, she’s already been through a lot, and you had to set her up in a car crash just to have her heart and give it to Celeste.” “That witch-forged one only lasts five years. After that, she’ll need another transplant. How could you doom her to a lifetime of pain?” Sebastian’s voice was hoarse, low, but cold and unwavering: “I have no other choice.
Celeste took a great risk for me, secretly bearing my child. She can never be Luna. She can never stand by my side openly. The only thing I can give her is to make her child the future Alpha heir of this pack.” “As for Marigold and Jasper, I’ll take care of them for life. As long as they’re alive and don’t pose a threat to Celeste and her son’s position, that will be enough.” Damian’s voice was tinged with pity when he spoke again.
“Marigold is already in a fragile state. Why are you still pushing her to do that for Celeste?” There was a long pause before Sebastian sighed deeply. “I don’t want to, but after Celeste had the transplant, her condition is still unstable. Maybe Marigold will help.” His voice carried a touch of guilt and helplessness. Tears suddenly flooded my eyes as the memory rushed back—only recently, he’d gazed at me with tenderness and promised to take me to the hospital to give away some blood.
All for Jasper, he’d said. All for the future of our pack. But after that surgery, I often fainted for no reason, and I grew weaker and weaker, yet I still couldn’t bring myself to refuse. He knew me too well. He said it was for our son…and I believed him. Now I realized—this wasn’t about helping our son. I clamped my mouth shut, trying to stifle the sobs rising in my throat.
The bowl of oatmeal I’d cooked for him slipped from my shaking hands and shattered on the floor. Shards of glass bit deep into my feet. Footsteps approached from the study, and I forced myself to stop trembling. I staggered back to my room. As soon as the door closed, I collapsed on the floor, my gaze falling on the sleeping form of Jasper in his bed. His body curled up under the covers, breathing steadily, his side profile peaceful and lovable. He had just learned to say “daddy,” but Sebastian had already destroyed his future.
He was supposed to be the most noble future Alpha of the pack, but because of the wolfbane’s damage to his nerves, he was doomed to live a life unlike that of any normal werewolf. The thought that he might live the rest of his life in confusion and dementia was too much to bear. I couldn’t stop myself from crying out in anguish. After the incident, I blamed myself countless times, for not protecting him, for not noticing the signs sooner. But I never imagined—the one who truly harmed my child was