My Alpha Killed Our Son Just to Transplant His Liver to His Lover

The wind at the cemetery was as sharp as a blade, cutting against my face and numbing my skin.  I stood before the cold stone, staring at the name engraved on it—Noah.  “For the glory and safety of the pack, he was sacrificed." Leon stood beside me, his voice chillingly calm, as if the "sacrifice" he spoke of was not our son, but merely a disposable piece on a chessboard.  I turned to look at him, rage burning in my chest, threatening to consume me whole.  "Sacrifice?" I repeated each syllable slowly, "Are you telling me that you personally killed our son for the glory of the pack?"  Leon's gaze darkened slightly, his voice devoid of emotion. "Yes."  My fingers trembled slightly, my palms turning pale from the tight grip. I knew that if I continued to press him now, he would respond with the same icy indifference—or worse, complete silence.  But I couldn’t ask.  I couldn’t let him realize that I already knew the truth—Noah didn’t die for the pack. He died for Selina.  My sister.  The woman he truly loved.  A chill ran down my spine, but I forced myself to maintain my composure. I took a slow, deep breath, making my voice sound as steady as possible. "So that’s your final answer?"  Leon looked at the tombstone, his expression showing no guilt—only the absolute certainty of a man who believed he had made the right decision.  "This is the truth, Evelyn. You need to accept it."  Accept it?  My hands clenched tighter, nails digging into my palms. How I wanted to rip apart his mask, to demand why he didn’t even bother lying to me, why he didn’t offer a single excuse to ease my pain.  But I couldn’t.  If I exposed him now, what would he do? Show remorse? Explain himself? Deny it? No, he wouldn’t. He would simply give me the same cold stare and say, "It’s done. You can’t change it." And then, he would start guarding against me—perhaps even eliminate me first.  I couldn’t let him know that I had seen through everything.  So I had to endure it.  I slowly loosened my grip, making my emotions appear more controlled.  Lowering my head, I fixed my gaze on Noah’s tombstone, as if I was truly accepting Leon’s so-called "truth."  "I understand," I said softly, my voice devoid of any discernible emotion.  Leon studied me for a few seconds, as if trying to gauge my reaction. Finally, he nodded and turned to leave the cemetery.  Only when his figure disappeared completely from sight did I unclench my hands.  The deep crescent marks left by my nails had broken the skin, and droplets of blood dripped onto the black marble tombstone, merging with the engraved letters.  I gently traced Noah’s name, whispering, "Mommy won’t let your death be in vain."  A few days ago "Mom, why hasn’t Dad been training with me lately?"  Noah looked up at me, his dark eyes filled with confusion and a hint of disappointment.  I crouched down, running my fingers through his soft hair, offering a gentle smile. "Your dad has a lot of responsibilities right now. Once he’s done, I’ll ask him to take you hunting, okay?"  Noah frowned slightly, reluctant but still nodding. "But he promised me."  My heart clenched. I had long grown used to Leon’s coldness, but Noah was still just a child. He didn’t understand the burden of power, nor did he know how ruthless his father could be.  "Then… can you train with me, Mom?" he asked expectantly.  I smiled warmly. "Of course."  His face instantly brightened as he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the training grounds.  After practicing some basic techniques, Noah suddenly stopped, looking at me with serious determination. "Mom, I’m going to get really strong. When I grow up, I’ll protect you."  My chest tightened, my eyes burning with unshed tears.  I cupped his cheek gently, my voice soft. "Alright. Then Mommy will wait for the day Noah grows up to protect me."  But Noah would never get the chance to grow up.  Leon and Selina’s Conversation The dimly lit room smelled faintly of medicine. Selina lay on the bed, her face pale, her breathing weak. Leon stood beside her, gazing down at her with conflicted eyes.  "What are you hesitating for?" Selina’s voice was frail but firm, carrying an unshakable determination. "I’ve already checked. Noah’s liver is a perfect match for mine."  Leon’s hands curled into fists. He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice, "He is my son."  Selina’s lips curved into a weak smile, a hint of mockery in her expression. "But he is also Evelyn’s son."  The room fell into a brief silence.  "Leon, we don’t have another choice," Selina whispered, her voice barely audible. "Do you know what the doctors said? If I don’t get the transplant soon, I won’t live past three more months."  Leon’s breathing grew heavier. He looked at Selina’s frail face, memories of their past flashing through his mind. The conflict in his heart slowly crumbled, replaced by a chilling resolve.  Finally, he nodded, his voice low and unwavering. "I understand."