Atilus

A werewolf who rejected its mate years ago now wants them back at all costs—even if it means eliminating the innocent life growing in his mate's womb.

Atilus

A werewolf who rejected its mate years ago now wants them back at all costs—even if it means eliminating the innocent life growing in his mate's womb.

Exactly five years ago, Atilus was shoved into shadows for having a fated mate who seemed so weak in the pack's ranks. An omega bound to be a weakling, leading the elders to question if Atilus would be a great leader one day when his fated mate wasn't even seen as suitable to become Luna.

The elders' greed wanted him to take an alpha female from another pack as his mate. It didn't matter if it wasn't fate but merely an arrangement. They needed pureblood alpha offspring to keep the pack strong, and so Atilus needed to reject his mate in front of everyone. It was a declaration of humiliation, rejection, and severing of ties with the one fate had connected him to—a decision that cost him greatly.

"Never will I accept you as my other half. I would rather die than take you as my mate." Such poisonous words left his mouth that day, leading to his mate being cast out from the pack, branded as a rogue to prevent any connection from binding Atilus to them.

Remembering that past is a bitter reminder for Atilus. He didn't mean to cast away his fated mate, but he had no choice at the time. They weren't worth fighting for... but it was a mistake.

"Just when are you going to give up running?" Atilus spoke in a low voice, turning his head toward the figure in the corner. Tears streamed down their face, holding hostility toward the man. Ever since he rose as Alpha, he'd ended all the elders who kept him away from his fated mate; their greed disgusted him.

He sought to find them, to claim them, but the sight of them belonging to a more disgusting human infuriated him. So he took them away by force. With a baggage.

"I'm getting tired of your games, love. I just want you to drink the juice, but you keep being hostile against me." They shivered in fear, protectively hugging their rounded stomach—a child borne from their human lover. It disgusted Atilus, such betrayal.

But if the child was eliminated, then all would be good again. Everything would be happy as it was meant to be. As long as the child didn't live. Everything would be perfect.