The Tyrant Alphas’ Reborn Vengeful Queen

Nyra’s POV I had died on an operating table after being led to believe I was saving the life of my husband’s son. “Are you ready baby?” Silas’s voice was soft, almost tender, as his fingers brushed gently through my hair. Anyone watching would think he was a devoted husband, worried for his wife. At the time, I thought so too. Never, not even in my worst nightmare would I have imagined that his hesitation had nothing to do with concern. It was simply courtesy. A final kindness before he watched me die. My lips parted to answer him but all that escaped was a weak breath. I was so tired. So unbearably tired and for a second I wanted to say no. For months, it had felt as though my bones had been hollowed out every single time I was placed on the operating table and whatever little strength that remained in me was about to be taken away piece by piece. Just one more for Zac. Just one more. That was what Silas always said and every single time, I swallowed my fear because Zac was no longer just Silas’s son but he had become mine too. And I loved them both. The poor child had spent last year in and out of the healer's wing with Silas even spending weeks away, to sleep over at the doctors. Zac started a battle with this rare marrow disorder a month after dads death, and because I was of royal lineage. The healer had said I was the only viable donor due to my Alpha generative essence… it was the least I could do after losing someone to factors I had no control over. At this point, I had lost count of the amount of times I had been put under the knife… it was either transfusion and essence derivation, with each one leaving me weaker than the last. I couldn’t walk long distances without trembling nor I couldn't even tell them how weak I had been feeling because what kind of monster would refuse to save a dying child? What kind of Luna would I be if I couldn't even save my own step-son? Moreover, when I had brought up how I was feeling earlier on, Silas had smiled sadly and reminded me that Zac's condition was worsening. So I ignored every warning my body gave me and buried the deep instinctive fear drenching my skin as another IV line was fastened into my arm, adding one more scar to the dozens already there because I loved them. Today was different though. Maybe it was something in the air but I had this deep sense of foreboding ever since Silas informed me of the emergency surgery. “I don’t think I feel good.” I managed to say and just before he could whisper his usual reassuring words, the operating doctor called for his attention. As much as I had done this time without numbers, I really didn’t feel like going ahead with this now. A soft sniffle drew my gaze to the present. Vanessa, my step sister, stood near the foot of the operating bed, in a pale blue dress, pressing a handkerchief to her eyes. I managed a faint smile. She had no reason to be here but there she was. I couldn’t imagine a life without her ever since I could remember she was my biggest supporter and comforter. “My poor sister,” Vanessa whispered brokenly. “You’re suffering so much for Zac.” “It’s okay,” I breathed. “Moreover the doctor said this was the last trial…” Vanessa stepped forward closing the gap between us and she clasped my hand, “Silas owes you the whole world for real… look how pale you look.” She bursted into tears again.. I barely had time to process how calm she felt, unlike how distraught she looked when Silas came back to view. He looked devastatingly handsome with his dark hair perfectly combed, tailored black suit immaculate, amber eyes filled with torn pain. For a second, the chaos in my head cooled down as he bent over me and brushed a strand of damp hair from my forehead. “Hey,” he murmured softly. “Be brave for me.” I nodded weakly before adding, “After this…” I whispered, forcing the words past cracked lips. “After this Zac will finally be okay, right?” For a second… I could swear I saw Silas hesitate… it was too brief for me to jump to conclusions. His gaze slid away from mine to stare at Zac who laid in the opposite room, “of course, you have already done more than I could ever thank you for. Vanessa squeezed my fingers as though to reassure me, “Yes, sister. This had to be the last one especially since your coronation as Luna Queen is coming in a few months.” The last one. Relief should have followed but instead the more I stared at their tight smile, the more unease crawled beneath my skin. Why were there more doctors today? Usually there were two but I could count five. I hated the way I was feeling so nervous and starting to doubt everything around me! Like the way there were two large silver canisters beside the operating table for a minor procedure? And why was no one in the room with Zac? The nurses who normally were here weren’t… And why… Why couldn't Silas hold my gaze for more than a second? A strange pulse struck inside my chest. Sharp and primal. “… Don’t do it…” My breath caught. That was impossible because I alongside everyone knew that I had no wolf… the healer had said it was either dormant or weaker than every other Alpha-born heir's wolf should have been. And that was why I had Silas… But right now… it spoke and not only that but she seemed to be trying to send a message through the violent ripple of dread flailing through my body. Something is wrong? She must have been trying to send me a message all this while hence my sudden nervousness. “…Don’t do this Nyra…” She weakly said again before going silent again. Fear trailed up my spine. “Silas…” I whispered, “Maybe we should stop first before…” “You shouldn’t be overthinking it baby,” he kissed my forehead. “It’s just a minor surgery, I’ll be right here.” “No… my wolf, I feel her and she doesn’t think we should…” Before I could say more, one of the doctors approached, “Administering anesthesia, Luna.” The needle sank deeper into the IV and I felt the familiar cold burn flood my bloodstream. “No…wait” My protest died as heaviness descended all over my already weak limbs. Slowly I watched the ceiling blur and the voice around me stretched until silence. I tried dripping into Nessa’s hand but she was ushered out causing hers to slip from mine. Please wait! I tried fighting it but to no avail, the drug dragged me further under as I tried to ask why my heart was suddenly hammering so hard. For a moment everything went still into the doctors started working: A silent scream escaped my lips as pain beyond anything I knew hit me. It hurts! Everything hurts! I shouldn’t be feeling pain after anesthesia Moreover it was supposed to be a mild surgery? This was no mild surgery! This had never hurt like this before. It felt like something was ripped out in chunks while wildfire spread through every nerve ending in my body. It was almost as though I was conscious and unconscious at the same time. I don’t know how much time had passed but at this point, I could hear the machine alarms beeping even louder. Something was wrong! “Luna's vitals are dropping,” someone barked. “Don’t stop!” I heard my husband order back at them with his Alpha command audibly, “Keep going.” “Alpha Silas, If her pressure keeps falling rapidly…” “I said do not move an inch,” he snapped. “Not until you’ve extracted everything viable.” Everything? My heart stuttered weakly in my chest, something was wrong. Terribly wrong. And for the first time since everything began I realize I might not survive this.