My Alpha’s First Love Has Terminal Cancer Novel – Two days earlier, Alpha Lucas had accompanied me to the pack hospital for a prenatal check-up. I was brimming with excitement, imagining what our pup might look like. Would they inherit Lucas’s icy-blue eyes or my unruly curls? But my blissful musings were interrupted when I was nearly bumped by a woman. Alpha Lucas pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. “Alpha Lucas?” Just that simple word made his grip around me stiffen. I turned to look at the woman and froze. It was Omega Camille. Alpha Lucas’s ex-mate. She was pale, almost frail, a stark contrast to my ever-expanding body. She clutched a medical report in her hand, biting her lip, her face marked by a visible sorrow. “Alpha Lucas, I’m in the final stages of cancer. I have only a month left.” The silence hit like a slap.
“What are you saying? That can’t be possible!” Alpha Lucas’s grip on my hand loosened instantly, his wolf howling internally at the news. “Lucas…” My voice was sharp enough to cut through his daze. But his attention wasn’t on me anymore. “Alpha Lucas, it seems you’re happy now. That’s all I needed to know.” Omega Camille gave us a long, lingering look before quickly walking away. Without a second thought, Alpha Lucas moved to follow her. He glanced back at me just before taking his first step, then hesitated. “Emily, please take a cab home. I’ll explain everything later.” He didn’t wait for a response. And then he was gone—gone after her . My wolf snarled in fury, her anger a roaring blaze in my chest. “He’s our mate!” I turned away, swallowing the lump in my throat. Midnight came and went, and Alpha Lucas still hadn’t returned.
Since I became pregnant, he had never stayed out this late. Even during the most chaotic Wolf Pack Gatherings, he always hurried home to massage the swelling in my calves caused by pregnancy. Just as I was about to give up and head to bed, the front door creaked open. Alpha Lucas stepped in, his shoulders slumped and his face a mixture of exhaustion and surprise. “Why are you still up?” he asked. I wanted to ask him, “And why are you home so late?” But I only hung my head and looked at my swollen calves. “My calves are sore, and I couldn’t sleep.” “Hmm,” he responded absently, his mind clearly elsewhere. I decided to bring up Omega Camille. “How is Omega Camille?” “Emily, Camille really only has a month left.” I could see the panic and the glimmer of tears in his eyes. “She’s lost so much weight and is often vomiting blood.”
“She says no one is taking care of her, and she often feels cold.” “She’s only 25. How could she have cancer?” He spoke with such anguish, as though he had lost something precious. I bit my lip, my wolf growling low in my mind. “He’s mourning her? What about us?” “Lucas,” I interrupted sharply, my tone colder than I intended. “It’s late. Time for bed.” Omega Camille was indeed pitiable, but listening to Alpha Lucas’s worries about her made me feel like the one who was pitiful and tragic. Suddenly, Alpha Lucas knelt before me, his hand resting on my knee, his eyes red with pleading. “Emily,” he began, his voice hoarse with emotion, “please… give me one month.” My stomach turned cold. “Camille only has one month left. I want to spend her final days with her. She—” “Stop.” My voice came out sharper than I intended. I took his hand from my knee and placed it firmly on my pregnant belly. “What about our pup, Lucas?” I feel the little one stir beneath his palm.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there when the pup is born.” I didn’t answer. My wolf stirred, restless in my mind, but I held her back. After a moment of silence, he added, “Emily, isn’t it more important to care for someone who’s leaving this world than a pup who hasn’t even arrived yet? Camille… she only has a month left.” “Her last wish is to spend this time with me,” he finished, his voice laced with a tenderness that cut me like a blade. “And how will you spend this time?” I asked, my voice icy. “Like a married mate?” Alpha Lucas flinched, clearly taken aback. “Of course not. You and I are the ones married.” He stood up and gathered me in his arms, trying to comfort me. “Emily,” he said softly, “Alpha Lucas will always belong to Luna Emily.” My wolf growled low in my mind, not convinced. I couldn’t stop myself from asking the question gnawing at me.
“Lucas,” I said, my voice trembling, “if Omega Camille dies the same day our pup is born… who will you choose to be with?” With my face pressed against his chest, I could clearly hear his heartbeat, and I felt his body go rigid. “Emily!” Alpha Lucas pulled back, gripping my shoulders tightly. His icy-blue gaze burned into mine, filled with shock and anger. “How could you even ask that? Camille isn’t dead yet. Are you wishing for her death?” His words hit me like a slap, and my wolf bristled. I didn’t mean to upset him; I just wanted to understand where I and the puppy stood in Alpha Lucas’s priorities. His response had entirely ignored our puppy. “I came to you for understanding. I even knelt to beg you, Emily! As a Luna, how can you be so cold-blooded? ” he snapped, his voice rising. “Can’t you feel an ounce of sympathy for Camille?” “Sympathy?” I repeated, my voice breaking. “You’re asking me to lend you, my mate, to her just because she’s dying?”
My wolf growled louder now, clawing at the edges of my control. “Why should I, Lucas?” He pushed me away, staring at me coldly. “Let’s both calm down.” He turned and left, without a trace of hesitation. “Lucas!” I shouted after him, my voice cracking with desperation. “Don’t you dare leave!” The door slammed shut behind him. I stood there, frozen, my wolf snarling in frustration. The prickling sensation in my chest spread throughout my body, gathering in my swollen belly. I sent Alpha Lucas countless telepathic messages through our mate bond, but every one of them was met with a cold wall of rejection. I rubbed my pregnant belly, trying to convince myself. A month is nothing compared to a lifetime.
What’s the point of fighting over someone who’s already dying? When I woke, I found a friend request from Omega Camille. [Luna Emily, thank you!] I didn’t accept the request. I couldn’t bear that gratitude. Another buzz came. This time, it was Mara, my best friend. [Emily, is today your 4th wedding anniversary? Can’t believe you’re taking wedding photos again!] I was puzzled: [What wedding photos?] Mara sent a screenshot. She sent me a screenshot from Alpha Lucas’s social media. It showed a series of wedding photos: clasped hands, intertwined faces, and standing backs—none were full-face shots.
But I recognized the woman in the white wedding dress as Omega Camille. Looking at the photo of their backs, I felt disoriented. The comments below twisted the knife deeper. [Four years married and still posting wedding photos! So sweet!] [They’re so in love!] I scrolled, bile rising in my throat. Lucas hadn’t responded to the comments, but the fact the post existed was betrayal enough. My shaking fingers opened his profile—only to find nothing. He had blocked me. It felt like someone had reached into my chest and crushed my heart in their fist. Could my relationship with him get back on track after a month?