He Made Me Miscarry to Secure His Sister-in-Law’s Pup as Heir Novel

He Made Me Miscarry to Secure His Sister-in-Law’s Pup as Heir Novel – “But Alpha, Yolanda has already rejected your fated mate bond and married your brother. Do you really need to go to such lengths for her? You’ve fought with your brother for so long, only to give up the Silver Claw Pack’s Alpha inheritance because of one woman? I don’t think it’s worth it.” Doctor Matt looked regretful. “When Yolanda married my brother, I decided to give up the Silver Claw Pack’s Alpha inheritance. I only wanted to become Alpha to give Yolanda a better life.

Since she chose my brother, I can only do everything in my power to make them happy. Marrying Serena was just a way to protect Yolanda’s reputation.” I didn’t even realize my claws had slipped through until I felt the sting—sharp crescents dug into my palms. My wolf, Rhea, let out a low growl in the back of my mind. He used us. Lied to us. Let me out, Serena. Let me rip his throat out. I pressed my lips together, swallowing down the howl rising in my throat. Matt hesitated, frowning. “You’ve been mated to Serena for three years now.

Shouldn’t she matter too? She’s the one who’s supposed to be at your side through everything. Not Yolanda.” Zeph’s expression twisted. “I married Serena after my brother rejected her. That should be enough. Even if we lose this pup… we’ll have another. A second. A third. I’ll make it up to her.” He said it like love was some kind of debt you could pay off in installments. My chest tightened. He doesn’t love you, Rhea whispered. He never did. The air in the room felt suddenly too heavy, pressing down on me. My vision blurred with unshed tears. It had all been an act. The gentleness, the affection.

Convenient lies wrapped in a warm voice. My heart thudded in my chest like a drum before battle, my wolf pacing restlessly just beneath my skin. Say the word, Rhea growled. Let’s make him bleed. I didn’t answer her. I couldn’t. My throat burned with silence. Footsteps approached. Zeph’s scent hit me first—cedarwood and menthol, familiar, once comforting. Now it made my stomach churn. “Serena, you’re awake? Why are you crying? Is the baby making you uncomfortable?” His voice was as gentle as ever. Once, I would’ve found his tone reassuring, dependable.

But now, all I felt was an icy chill spreading through my veins. Remembering the words I overheard, my heart ached with sharp, suffocating pain. Alpha Zeph’s eyes filled with worry as he picked up his phone. “Serena, why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t scare me—I’ll call Matt right now.” I bit my cheek, forcing a stiff smile. “No need. I just… had a bad dream.” Relief washed over Alpha Zeph’s face. “Thank goodness. It’s okay, Serena. Don’t be afraid—I’m here.” How I wished it was just a nightmare. But unfortunately, it was real. He planned to kill our pup. The thought stabbed through my chest like a knife.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Shh, sleep now. Everything’s going to get better.” I lay there, rigid in his arms, while my wolf thrashed and howled in my mind. That night, I didn’t sleep. Not even when his breathing slowed, not even when the pack’s midnight howl faded into silence.

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