Olivia's POV
On our eighth anniversary, I found out I was pregnant.
That same day, my phone buzzed with an alert from my mate’s car tracking app. His car had exploded.
My stomach dropped. Tears blurred my vision. "No... please, Moon Goddess, no."
After eight years of being mated, four miscarriages, and countless nights spent crying myself to sleep, I finally had another chance to be a mother. But James wouldn't be a part of it. Our pup would grow up without a father.
I refused to accept it.
I tried reaching James several times through our mate bond, but it was blocked. It was a good sign, it meant he wasn’t dead, but something could still be very wrong.
I called his phone several times, but no answer.
The tracker showed that his phone was active across town. But the app insisted his car had exploded. None of it made sense.
I grabbed my keys and drove.
Minutes later, I spotted his black BMW parked in a deserted lot. It was untouched. No smoke, no damage. Relief flooded through me—the app must have malfunctioned again. It had done that before. Then I paused.
Why was he here? Why had he blocked our mate bond?
I stepped out quietly and moved closer, my wolf's hearing picking up sounds coming from the car.
A woman's moan.
A man's low groan.
I froze, covering my mouth before I could gasp. My wolf howled in anguish inside my mind, but I forced her back. My mind screamed at me to turn back, to leave, to pretend I never came here, but my body refused to obey.
Through the half-open window, I saw him—James with his shirt open, his wolf's eyes glowing in the darkness, and his fingers tangled in long dark hair as he kissed a woman's neck.
Mia.
My adopted sister.
The air left my lungs. My chest caved in, but I didn't make a sound. I pressed myself against the side of the car, with my hand clamped over my mouth as silent tears ran down my face.
James, the man I loved and had been mated to for eight years.
And my adopted sister, the same person that James had claimed to despise because of how she had made my life a living hell.
Just when I thought the worst had happened, James's phone rang.
"Fuck," he muttered, voice hoarse. "Hold on."
He answered with irritation. "What is it, healer?"
A pause. Then he grinned, his eyes still gleaming.
James ended the call and pulled Mia close as a genuine smile spread across his face. It was something I hadn't seen for years.
"You're pregnant," he said softly.
Mia gasped, her hands flying to her stomach. "Are you serious?"
"Yes." He kissed her deeply. "And the healer said your womb is responding perfectly to the treatment. The wolf essence transfusions are working. One more test next week to confirm your womb is fully restored, and then we can finally start our family properly."
Happy tears streamed down Mia's face. "Oh my Goddess. James, we're going to have a pup."
"We are." He cradled her face in his hands. "You're going to be an amazing mother."
My heart bled as my hand moved instinctively to my own stomach, where my pup was growing.
Mia's smile faded slowly. "What about Olivia?"
James's smile grew cold, his eyes flashing gold briefly. "You don't need to worry, baby. After next week's test shows you're healed, I won't need her anymore."
My blood ran cold.
What did that mean?
"I still can't believe she never figured it out," Mia laughed. "You told her it was incompatibility between your wolves, and she believed you."
"Olivia's an idiot," James said dismissively. "She signed every consent form I put in front of her without reading a single line. The experimental treatments, the wolf essence extractions, the terminations—she authorized all of it, thinking they were pack registration forms or whatever bullshit I told her."
My legs threatened to give out, but I forced myself to stay still. I had to keep listening.
"Those four pups," Mia murmured. "You really used their wolf essence to cure my womb?"
"Every single one," James replied without remorse. "Different stages of development, different protocols. And it worked. You're cured, and you're carrying my pup."
Mia giggled softly. "Thanks to Olivia's pups."
My knees went weak, and I almost dropped to the floor. It became hard to breathe, and my ears rang. My vision blurred, and for a moment I thought I would lose consciousness. My wolf was screaming for vengeance.
My four pups hadn't died from miscarriage—they had been murdered by their father, for my sister.
