Dear Alpha - This Is My Revenge

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CHAPTER TWO

~TATIANA~





My vision blurred as my body convulsed violently. 



Cold crept through my veins as if my blood was being siphoned straight from my soul. The room spun in nauseating circles, faces blurring into cruel, shapeless shadows. The tube connecting me to Jacob pulsed steadily, greedily, draining life from me with every second that passed.



“Stop…” I whispered, my lips barely moving. “Please… it’s too much…”



No one listened. 



He was Alpha and as a mere omega donating blood to him, his wolf was sucking deep into my life force to heal itself. 



The old Luna stood at the foot of the bed, her expression emotionless as she watched Jacob’s chest rise just a little stronger than before. Relief sparkled in her eyes, that eagerness to see her son live no matter the cost. 



“Don’t slow it,” she commanded. “He’s stabilizing.”



My vision darkened at the edges as my body convulsed even more violently this time. Then I felt it.



A sharp, intense ache low in my abdomen, sudden and terrifying. My breath hitched as instinct took over, my free hand moving protectively toward my stomach as far as the restraints allowed.



“No…” I whimpered desperately, tears streaming down my cheeks as I was too weak to scream. “Please… you’re hurting my baby…”



A healer finally rushed forward, panic etched into his face. “Luna, she is really pregnant! Her pulse is dropping fast! This is dangerous! She’ll lose the child at this rate!”



I stared at her pleadingly, begging with my eyes that she would spare the innocent life I side of me. 



"So what if she's pregnant?" Luna Griselda said suddenly, shattering all my hopes. "She is just a useless wolfless omega! Having her bear a child for my son will only weaken our bloodline. Maybe it's for the best." 



I shook my head desperately. "No... No... You can't do this to me please..."



"What? Are you backing down on your words now? You said you would do anything to save him. You chose this so you must see it through!" She coldly stated. 



“I didn’t choose this!” I cried, my voice cracking as tears streamed down my temples into my hair. “You forced me! You’re murdering your grandchild!"



Another wave of pain tore through me, stronger than the last. I screamed, my body arching against the restraints as a sickening warmth spread beneath me.



Blood.



My blood. 



The room erupted with panic. The healers moved desperately. 



“She’s bleeding!”



“Oh Goddess! This is bad!”



The head healer shoved past the others, tearing open my dress with shaking hands. His face went ashen. “She’s miscarrying.”



The word shattered something inside me.



“No,” I sobbed, shaking my head weakly. “No… please… I can still feel them… please, help my baby…”



The healer looked toward the Luna desperately. “We have to stop now! If we don’t...”



“Continue,” she cut in coldly. “My son comes first. It's just a foetus, hasn't even formed a pup yet. Your Alpha's life should be above everything else.”



A scream ripped out of me—raw, broken, animalistic. Pain unlike anything I had ever felt tore through my body as the last fragile thread holding my child to me snapped.



I felt it. All of it. 



The loss. The emptiness.



My body collapsed weakly and something inside me died in that moment. 



With no strength left to fight, I gave in to the darkness. 



I'm not sure how long I was unconscious. Minutes, hours or even days but just as my mind came awake, I heard his voice.



"Don't you think you went a little too far this time, mother? Forcing her to donate blood to the point of miscarriage, that is borderline cruel..."



Jacob. 



My Jacob.



He was awake. My chest tightened in both pain and relief. I lost our first fruit after five years of waiting. I didn't even get to break the news properly to him. 



I was about to open my eyes. To fall into his arms and cry my eyes out over our loss but the next words I heard made my body stiffen. 



"Why are you feeling sorry for a child that wasn't even yours to begin with?" Luna Griselda scoffed. "You have never even touched her once so why should you feel sorry for that bastard?"



The words slammed into me like a blade driven straight through my chest.



My breath hitched, shallow and soundless. I lay frozen beneath the thin sheets, every muscle locked in place as if my body instinctively knew that moving, reacting, would shatter whatever fragile protection unconsciousness had given me.



I prayed it would be a prank. I desperately hoped that she was just speaking out of spite for me. 



"Don't get me wrong mother, I am only concerned about what the pack would think of you," Jacob said and my heart stopped for a split second. "Besides, Tatiana's medicinal skills are excellent. She is the reason our pack's income and fame has grown over the years. Doing something this drastic could have cost her life and the pack would sink into poverty once again." 



For a heartbeat, hope flared weakly in my chest.



I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood, anchoring myself to the bed as Jacob continued speaking, his tone disturbingly calm.



“She may be wolfless,” he went on, “but she is useful. Losing her would have been… inconvenient.”



Useful.



The word echoed louder than any scream.

Luna Griselda scoffed. “You’re too soft. Sentiment clouds your judgment. Have you forgotten the main reason you brought her into the palace was because of her rare blood time. It was the only thing that could suppress the bloodline curse. We could have just enslaved her and extracted as much blood as we wanted from her but you insisted on marrying her, saying we could control her with love. Today, she almost traded your life for that thing inside of her!"



I felt every word sink into my bones like poison. 



Rare bloodline. Suppress the bloodline curse. 

Control her with love.



It all suddenly made sense now. Jacob has always been a sickly fragile man since the moment we met. He was always pale, always spitting blood, always in need of a transfusion. He was the reason I tried my hands at medicine, believing I could find something to build his immune systems, blissfully unaware that he was battling a curse and just wanted to use me as a blood bank. 



Oh Goddess! My heart was shattering over and over again. Tears gathered in my eyes. 



No wonder he pampered me so much. Gave me whatever I wanted as long as I said the word. I thought he was just a loving husband, but in reality I was paying a much heavier price. 



What would happen if I ran out of blood one day? Would I simply be discarded? My heart squeezed in pain. I was nothing but a mere orphaned wolf, no one would even care if I died or not. Maybe that was why I was easy prey to him. 



The realization hollowed me out.



My chest tightened painfully as another truth slid into place, cruel and precise. The Luna said the baby wasn't his.



So those nights...



I clenched my fists beneath the sheets, nails digging into my palms.



The countless nights he claimed exhaustion, that he was too weak to touch me. 



When I lay beside a warm body in the dark—when arms wrapped around me, when he smelled slightly different from usual or masked, it hadn’t been my husband at all.



It was a stranger?



A tool, just like me.



Bile rose in my throat.



The child I lost… wasn’t even his. Yet they killed it anyway. Because it inconvenienced them.



My breathing turned shallow as Jacob spoke again, dragging me back to the present.



"Once her condition is stable, please get your act together, mother. The whole poison thing, I'm sure it wasn't intentional. Tatiana loves me to death. She would never hurt me even at the cost of her own life."



"But you saw what happened to you!" Luna Griselda argued. "It started right after that medicine she gave you. What if she actually has plans to kill you?" 



It was laughable that a woman who didn't think twice before killing another woman's child was so concerned about the life of her own son.



"If you ask me, I'd suggest we brand her a slave and openly use her as much as we like. It's exhausting to keep up with this loving family facade," she said. 



Anger seeped through my veins. My hands squeezed tightly as I listened to the two people I considered family elaborate on how to ruin my life. 



"That won't do, mother. Do you know what the pack would think if they discovered how weak I am?" Jacob said. "Which wolf in his right senses would want to be led by a sickly Alpha? No matter what happens, they cannot know about the curse!" 



A long silence followed. 



"Fine!" She reluctantly agreed. "But she would have to be given a punishment to cover up the whole poison saga. After that, we can tell the pack that since she donated blood to save my life, it will be acknowledged as repentance for her sins." 



"Do your thing, mother. I'll be going back to my ward then," he said and i heard his retesting footsteps. 



Right as he left, a slap met me across the face. My head snapped to the side, pain exploding across my face, but I didn’t cry out. I refused to give her that satisfaction. "You worthless thing! By the time I am done dealing with you, you will be begging for death!" 



I remained still, fighting back the urge to just jump out of bed and strangle her. But I couldn't. I just had to endure it. 



I thought she would leave the room after her threat but she didn't. She remained there until I finally decided to give up my act and actually wake up.



Slowly, I let my lashes flutter. Again and again as she talked.



Then again—longer this time—until my eyes finally opened and met hers.



Luna Griselda was standing right beside the bed, arms crossed, her sharp gaze fixed on my face as if she had been waiting for this exact moment. A cruel smile tugged at her lips when she saw the awareness settle in my eyes.



“So,” she said softly, mockingly. “I see you’re awake.”



My throat felt like sandpaper. Every part of my body ached, heavy and hollow, but I forced a to breathe evenly. I said nothing.



"Did you sleep well?" She persisted with feigned concern. I simply nodded in response but that pissed her off. "Now that you are awake, it is time you face the consequences of your own action.".



I blinked in confusion. "What?" 



She didn't respond and simply snapped her fingers. 



Two guards stepped forward immediately. Their hands were rough as they grabbed my arms, lifting me from the bed like I weighed nothing at all. Pain shot through my body, but I clenched my teeth refusing to fight or yell. 



“Where are you taking me?” I asked hoarsely.



“To punish you, of course for attempted murder, what else do you think?" the Luna replied coldly. The statement almost made me laugh and for a second, I wanted to yell at her to think hard, who the real murderer between us is. "What are you waiting for? Take her away!”



They dragged me through the long stone corridors of the palace. Servants lowered their heads curiously, muttering and gossiping about me. I wondered how many of them already knew the lies I was forced to live with for the last five years. 



The doors of the courtyard opened with a loud creak. Cold night air hit my skin almost immediately. At the center stood a tall wooden post, with chains on the floor. 



Dread pooled in my stomach as they forcefully dragged me over. I didn't have any will or strength left in me to fight. 



In fact, in that second, all I wanted to do was disappear from this world.