My Alpha Offered Me As a Sacrifice,So I Destoryed His Pack.

chapter 3

Selena stood by the altar in a pure white moon robe, embodying the very essence of a moon witch.

The Bloodmoon Pack had already gathered around the altar, each member's face solemn, their eyes glimmering with a mix of anticipation and fervor.

“Come here," the Pack elder beckoned me with a cold indifference.

"The power of the Moon Goddess is pure, the pups are just at the right phase, and with the blood moon overhead, today is destined for greatness!"

A chorus of wolf howls erupted from the crowd, celebrating, what felt like a monumental event.

The Betas quickly pinned me to the altar, and the pups within me seemed to sense the danger, stirring violently.

Choking back tears, l glanced at my husband, Alpha Thorne, who approached slowly, his gaze fixed on my abdomen, a flicker of sympathy in his eyes.

My heart raced, a glimmer of hope sparking a midst my despair."Alpha Thorne... please."

Before l could finish, Selena's sharp voice cut me off, "We can't delay the ritual! The blood moon is tonight; if we miss it. we'll have to wait a hundred years!"

I honestly thought, just for a fleeting moment, that he might soften, if only a little.

Even if it was just to have a doctor on standby, or to ease the ritual, to take it slower...

But Alpha Thorne's expression hardened again, transforming into one of cold indifference, like an emotion less statue.

He turned to Selena, nodding slightly."Go on."

Silent tears streamed down my cheeks. After ten years of sharing our lives, it became painfully evident that !meant nothing to him.

The eerie chant in wolf language echoed throughout the Moon Goddess temple, and with every line Selena recited, Alpha Thorne carved a symbol into my skin with a silver blade.

The sharp agony as the blade sliced through my flesh made me bite down hard on my lip to stifle my screams.

More than anything, wished l were a voiceless wolf spirit, truly dead, so l wouldn't have to make a sound, giving them no chance to laugh at my suffering.

"Last cut," Selena cried out in excitement, "The key to transferring the power of the Moon Goddess!"

"NO!"

I felt the pups inside me convulsing violently, as if they were resisting one last time.

A heart-wrenching scream erupted from deep within my throat,accompanied by a rush of warm, thick blood pouring from me.

"My pups! My pups!"l yelled, tears blurring my vision.

A midst a sea of crimson, l felt my consciousness fading, my life force being stripped away bit by bit.

Strangely,instead of losing my Moon Goddess blessing, it seemed to reverse and amplify because of the loss of the pups.

An unprecedented power surged through my body-cold yet burning,

I teetered on the edge of pain and unconsciousness, hearing Selena gloat"The ritual is complete! The power of the Moon Goddess has been successfully transferred!

Members of the Bloodmoon Pack howled with joy, the elders dancing with excitement, proclaiming, "The Bloodmoon Pack's legacy will shine anew after a hundred years!'

I cracked my eyes open slightly.Alpha Thorne was staring at me intently, his expression a whirlpool of emotions.

Power raged within me, instinctively directing my focus to the elder who was laughing the loudest.

Only one thought echoed in my mind: my pups, my innocent pups-how could they?

In an instant, the Pack elder stumbled, a lingering smile frozen on his face as he fell hard to the ground

His head collided with the sharp edge of the altar, blood splattering everywhere, and he lay motionless.

The room was filled with shock and chaos.

I lay in a pool of blood, a smirk creeping onto my lips.

I realized then that my blessing from the Moon Goddess wasn't lost to the ritual; it had awakened fully with me.

Now, l could control my fate.

"I'm sorry, but the pups didn't survive. Lucy suffered severe hemorrhaging and we had to perform a hysterectomy..."

When l opened my eyes again, 1found myself in the medical room.

My abdomen was empty; that once lively little life wouldn't be returning.

Alpha Thorne stood beside the bed.

his face drawn and haggard.

"Lucy, I'm so sorry..." His voice quivered, fingers curling and uncurling nervously.

It was laughable. For the first time in ten years, he seemed genuinely moved -after having killed our pups.