My Alpha Mate Killed Our Babies For His Love Novel – Willow’s POV I used to beg him to love me. But now? I was done begging. “Hello father, I’m ready to get married to Alpha Alastair. Send someone to pick me up in three days after I finalize my divorce.” I said immediately my father picked the call. My father was silent for a moment. “Divorce? I thought you were hopelessly in love with Alpha Silas? Why the sudden change of heart?” “I was just being a foolish child then.
But I’ve grown up now!” I said coldly. My father didn’t hesitate. “Good. I have always told you that you were too good for that shameless man.” I released a bitter laugh. “I think I just realized that now.” After the call ended, I gripped the phone tighter, my chest aching. Six years. Six years wasted on someone who never wanted me. Silas never loved me, and I knew that. He married me because his parents told him to. I stayed because I was hopelessly in love with him. I thought if I gave enough or waited long enough, he would see me.
Until I overheard his conversation with his Beta, John, some hours ago. I had gone looking for him because I had news to share—news that I thought might change everything. “Willow doesn’t know that her miscarriages have been helping Ana.” Silas’s voice cut through the air like a knife. I froze in place, my heart pounding hard. “Silas,” John’s voice was low, “You used three of her pregnancies. Are you sure she won’t find out?” Silas scoffed. “She’s too naïve.
She thinks they were natural miscarriages. She doesn’t know I gave her those herbs that caused the miscarriages because we needed to harvest stem cells from the babies.” The blood drained from my face. My stomach twisted, and my heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe. “Stem cells?” John asked. Silas’s voice dropped. “Anastasia’s womb was damaged. She couldn’t carry a child. But the healers said that stem cells from a fetus with alpha lineage will help in the healing process.
Willow’s miscarried pups have been perfect for that.” I couldn’t breathe. My hands trembled. He always told me Anastasia was just a distant cousin, and I had believed him. But the whole time, he was lying to me. John whistled in shock. “That’s twisted, Silas. You’re using your own unborn children like lab samples…” “I don’t care,” Silas snapped. “I need an heir. A real heir, and Ana is the only woman I want to bear my heir. She’s finally pregnant, thanks to those treatments.” My breath hitched, and a wave of nausea surged through me.
“Damn.” John said quietly in shock. Silas scoffed. “You think I stayed married to Willow for love? I only kept her around long enough to repair Ana’s womb, and it worked.” I couldn’t hear anything else after that. My ears rang, my throat tightened, and my vision blurred. It couldn’t possibly be true, right? Silas kept saying over and over that Anastasia was only a distant cousin, someone he grew up with. And I believed him like a fool. “So what will happen now that Ana is pregnant?” John asked.
Silas chuckled coldly. “Simple. I will reject Willow, after Ana’s next blood test comes back. If she’s truly healed, then Willow’s job is done.” My knees gave out, and I almost dropped to the ground. I had thought the miscarriages were natural. I had even blamed myself several times for them, thinking something was wrong with me. All that stress, all that pain, and exhaustion. Silas had done that to me to help another woman carry his legacy. I had given him everything, my loyalty, my body, my heart. And he was planning to throw me away like garbage.
I didn’t even remember walking back to the house. I just remembered hitting the floor as soon as I stepped inside. My legs had given out. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t stop shaking. I had been nothing but loyal to him. I had defended him, cooked for him, stood by him while he ignored me. I blinked, when I realized that I had been sitting there, replaying it all in my head. That’s when I remembered why I had gone looking for him in the first place. My fingers trembled as I reached into my pocket, and I pulled out the small white stick. Two pink lines. Positive.
I was pregnant with his child. I had come to tell him, to share the news that maybe, just maybe, things could change. But now? I stared at the stick, tears falling silently. This baby wouldn’t be born into love. It wouldn’t be safe. It would be harvested like the others. My hand moved to my belly, cradling it protectively. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, and my voice broke. “But I won’t allow you to be another sacrifice for him.” I wiped my tears away with a shaky breath and picked up the phone again, standing slowly to my feet.