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

Chapter 2

The night was dark and silent. The entire house seemed to be swallowed by an endless abyss.

I pushed open the study door and walked cautiously towards the safe in the corner.

Leon’s safe—there must be secrets inside that he didn’t want me to know.

My fingers hovered over the keypad, quickly running through possible combinations in my mind. I tried Noah’s birthday first—incorrect. Then, I entered my own birthday—still incorrect.

My heart sank.

Finally, I tried entering Selina’s birthday—

Beep—

The electronic lock clicked open.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. This man… he actually used Selina’s birthdayas the password?!

A bitter taste filled my mouth as my hands clenched into fists, my palms damp with cold sweat. Leon, let’s see what you’ve been hiding!

Taking a deep breath, I reached out with trembling fingers and pulled the safe door wide open. A stack of documents was neatly arranged inside.

My eyes darted over the papers, flipping through them rapidly.

A bank transaction record caught my attention.

—Leon had transferred a huge sum to a surgeon at a private hospital.

Then, I found a death certificate. My fingers trembled as I traced over the name—Noah. At the bottom, Leon’s signature stood clearly in black ink.

Next, a medical report made my blood run cold—

Donor: Noah

Recipient: Selina

Organ: Liver transplant

My body swayed, and I had to grip the desk to steady myself.

So his so-called ‘honor and safety’ were all lies. He killed our son, not for the pack, but for Selina!

I bit down hard on my lip, the metallic taste of blood spreading in my mouth.

The pain was the only thing keeping me from breaking down.

I pulled out my phone and quickly snapped pictures of every single document.

Leon, I will make you pay for this!

I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. My heart felt like it was being strangled, the pressure unbearable.

Leon’s phone lay on the nightstand, its screen dark yet tempting, like an unspoken invitation.

I needed to know what else he was hiding.

Carefully, I reached out and picked up his phone. I entered the passcode—Noah’s birthday. Incorrect. My birthday. Incorrect again.

My fingers clenched tighter around the device.

Taking a deep breath, I entered Selina’s birthday.

Unlocked.

My heart pounded as I scrolled through his messages.

Soon, I found his conversation with the doctor—

Leon: I don’t want any loose ends. You understand?

Doctor: Don’t worry, all records have been erased. Even an autopsy won’t find anything unusual.

Leon: Good. Once the transplant is done, I don’t want to hear Noah’s name ever again.

My grip on the phone tightened. Not only did he kill Noah, but he also made sure to cover it up, making it look like an accident…

But the worst was yet to come. I kept scrolling and found his messages with Selina—

Selina: Now that Noah is dead, we can finally be together forever, Leon. I love you.

Leon: Once you recover, everything will be easier.

Selina: It’s so exhausting pretending to care about Evelyn every time I visit her.

Leon: I know, but you have to keep up the act so she doesn’t suspect anything.

My hands trembled, my stomach twisted in disgust.

Selina had been coming to visit me all this time, pretending to be a loving sister, while secretly sleeping with Leon behind my back. And I had been completely blind to it.

Bile rose in my throat. I had never felt so sick in my life.

At that moment, Leon shifted in his sleep and opened his eyes.

"Why aren’t you sleeping?" His voice was low and groggy.

He reached out and pulled me into his arms, resting his chin on my head before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

My body went stiff, every fiber of my being screaming in revulsion. But I forced myself to remain calm, to act as if nothing had changed.

"Just couldn’t sleep," I whispered, managing a small smile as I quickly placed his phone back.

Leon didn’t seem to suspect anything. He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

But I lay awake, staring at the ceiling until morning.

At breakfast, Leon’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then stood up abruptly.

"I won’t be home tonight," he said hastily before grabbing his coat and heading out the door.

I watched him leave, my lips curling into a cold smile.

Was he going to see Selina?

Just then, a wave of nausea hit me.

My stomach twisted violently, and I barely made it to the bathroom before retching into the sink.

A terrifying thought struck me. Could I be… pregnant?

My hands trembled as I dialed the hospital to make an appointment.

An hour later, I arrived at the hospital for a check-up.

As I walked toward the examination room, familiar voices drifted from the hallway.

I turned my head, and my breath caught in my throat.

Leon and Selina were standing together, their expressions uneasy. Selina’s hand was gently placed on her stomach.

"How far along?" Leon’s voice was low and urgent.

"Almost two months," Selina said softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

I froze in place, my body turning to ice. Selina was pregnant. With Leon’s child.

Leon reached out and held her hand. "Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything."

My fingernails dug into my palm. My head spun, but I forced myself to walk past them without a word.

Five minutes later, I sat in the doctor’s office, gripping the edges of my chair as the doctor studied my test results.

"Congratulations, Evelyn," the doctor said with a smile. "You’re pregnant."

I stared at the test results in shock, my mind going blank.

I was pregnant. With Leon’s child.

My hands trembled as I clutched the paper.

Outside, in the hallway, Leon and Selina were discussing their future with their unborn baby.

And I stood there, holding my own pregnancy results, my heart drowning in pain and uncertainty.

Should I keep this child?