My Abusive Family Forced Me To Marry A Stranger While Pregnant — Then My Aunt Revealed A Terrifying Secret
Part 2
I reached behind my back and yanked the zipper of the borrowed dress down.
The cheap fabric pooled around my waist.
I demanded to know why she was telling me this now, with the guests already gathering downstairs.
Aunt Heather refused to look me in the eye.
She confessed that Brenda had arranged the entire thing.
The former Luna had paid off my aunt, my uncle, and Brian to play this twisted charade.
A massive dowry secured their silence and guaranteed my removal from the Alpha’s estate forever.
I felt the blood drain from my face.
The pieces of the puzzle violently slammed into place.
Tyler wasn’t just suffering from stress or a random illness.
He was dying from bonding sickness, and his mother was purposefully sending me away while he faded into a coma.
I shoved past my aunt and sprinted down the narrow hallway.
I ignored her panicked calls as I took the back stairs two at a time.
My bare feet slapped against the cold kitchen tiles.
I burst out the back door into the fading afternoon sunlight.
My lungs burned as I ran toward the main road, desperate to get back to the Alpha’s estate.
A rusty sedan sat idling by the curb.
The passenger door flew open before I even reached the pavement.
Danielle, the strange blonde woman I had caught stalking me weeks ago, leaned across the center console.
She ordered me to get in before my uncle noticed I was missing.
I threw myself into the passenger seat without a second thought.
Tires squealed against the asphalt as she gunned the engine.
I clutched the dashboard, demanding to know who she was and what she wanted with me.
Danielle kept her eyes locked on the road, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.
She told me she worked for a powerful magician named Kevin.
A magician who granted wishes that could never be undone.
She told me to look down at my stomach, asking if I really didn’t know who the father was.
The truth hit me with the force of a freight train.
It was Tyler.
We were mates.
My child was his.
Danielle slammed on the brakes and turned to me with dead eyes.
“Your mother-in-law made a wish to erase your memories,” she said.
“Now, do you want to save your mate’s life or not?”
Part 3
Megan stared at the strange woman behind the wheel, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
The metallic hum of the idling engine filled the heavy silence inside the rusted sedan.
She gripped the cracked leather of the passenger seat, her knuckles turning bone-white.
“Yes,” Megan rasped, her voice tearing out of her throat like broken glass.
“I want to save him.”
Danielle let out a sharp exhale, her foot slamming down on the accelerator.
The tires screamed against the asphalt as the car tore down the empty suburban street.
The late afternoon sun cast long, jagged shadows across the dashboard, illuminating the fresh bandages wrapped around Danielle’s wrist.
Megan recognized the brace immediately as the handiwork of Tyler’s brutal security guards.
Guilt coiled in her stomach, but it was quickly swallowed by the sheer magnitude of the revelation.
Tyler was her mate.
The powerful, distant Alpha who had taken pity on a pregnant, wolfless maid was the father of the child growing inside her.
The phantom touches that haunted her dreams, the lingering scent of pine and rain she craved, the unexplainable ache in her chest whenever he entered a room.
It hadn’t been an unrequited crush or the desperate fantasies of a lonely girl.
It had been the severed edges of a mating bond, screaming across the void for its missing half.
“How is this possible?”
Megan demanded answers, her hands moving instinctively to cradle the heavy swell of her stomach.
“How could a wish just erase an entire history?”
Danielle navigated a sharp turn, her eyes fixed entirely on the winding road ahead.
She explained that her employer, Kevin, was not a trickster or an illusionist.
He was an immortal bound by a demonic pact, cursed to grant the deepest desires of anyone who sought him out.
He possessed no agency in the matter.
When a wish was spoken aloud in his presence, the ancient magic ripped through the fabric of reality to make it true.
Brenda had come to him in the dead of night, cloaked in the heavy velvet of her former Luna status.
She hadn’t asked for wealth or victory in battle.
She had demanded that her son forget his bond with the wolfless maid.
“She didn’t know about the baby,” Danielle said, her voice dropping to a somber murmur.
“When she made the wish, she only targeted the romantic bond between the two of you.”
The magic had obeyed her exact phrasing with terrifying precision.
It scoured their minds, wiping away every tender touch, every whispered promise, every stolen moment in the estate gardens.
But because Brenda had not mentioned the child, the baby had remained untouched by the curse.
The child was the anchor, the only piece of Tyler that Megan had unknowingly carried with her into her new, manufactured reality.
Megan leaned her head against the cool glass of the passenger window, tears blurring her vision.
She tried to force her mind to remember the man she had loved.
She squeezed her eyes shut, digging through the fog in her brain for a memory of their first kiss.
There was nothing but static and a hollow, aching void.
The magic was absolute.
“Why didn’t she just banish me?”
Megan asked the question with her voice cracking under the weight of her grief.
“Why resort to something so unnatural?”
Danielle sighed, the sound heavy with the exhaustion of someone who had seen too much collateral damage.
“She knew Tyler would burn the world down to find you,” she replied flatly.
“If she just sent you away, he would have torn the pack apart looking for his mate.”
The logic was as cold and calculating as Brenda herself.
By erasing the bond, the former Luna had ensured her son would remain focused on his duties as Alpha.
She had prioritized the stability of the pack over the soul of her own child.
But the magic had a horrific consequence.
A severed mating bond was a death sentence for a shifter.
The physical separation triggered bonding sickness, a slow and agonizing deterioration of the body and mind.
Megan’s own mother had died from it after being abandoned.
Now, Tyler was suffering the exact same fate.
The migraines, the tremors, the feverish delirium.
His wolf was dying of a broken heart he didn’t even know he had.
“He’s running out of time,” Danielle warned, accelerating as the sprawling iron gates of the Alpha’s estate appeared in the distance.
“The fever stage started yesterday.”
“If he slips into a coma, he won’t wake up.”
Panic flared in Megan’s chest, a hot, suffocating wave that threatened to drown her.
She couldn’t lose him again.
She couldn’t let her child grow up in the shadow of a father they would never know.
Danielle slammed on the brakes, pulling the sedan to a screeching halt a few hundred yards from the heavily guarded entrance.
“I can’t go any closer,” Danielle said, throwing the car into park.
“The guards will recognize me, and we don’t have time for a fight.”
Megan unbuckled her seatbelt, her fingers trembling so violently she could barely manipulate the plastic clasp.
Before she could open the door, Danielle reached into her leather jacket.
She pulled out a delicate silver chain, a small, polished pendant dangling from the links.
She pressed the cold metal into Megan’s palm.
“Kevin made this for me,” Danielle explained, avoiding Megan’s gaze.
“It repels shifter magic.”
“If Brenda tries to physically stop you, this will burn her.”
Megan closed her fist around the pendant, the metal warming instantly against her skin.
She didn’t know how to thank a stalker who was risking her life to fix a broken spell.
“Go,” Danielle urged, nodding toward the dense treeline that bordered the estate.
“Save your mate.”
Megan slipped out of the passenger seat and plunged into the dense forest bordering the estate.
The towering pine trees blocked out the fading sunlight, casting the undergrowth in deep, twisting shadows.
Her bare feet sank into the damp earth, the sharp pine needles biting into her soles.
She ignored the stinging pain, her entire focus narrowed down to the imposing stone silhouette of the Alpha’s mansion looming through the branches.
The borrowed white wedding dress was completely ruined, the cheap lace snagging on thorny bushes and tearing at the seams.
She hiked the heavy fabric up to her knees to keep from tripping.
Her free hand remained planted firmly against her swollen stomach, a protective instinct she couldn’t suppress.
“Hold on, little one,” she whispered into the cool evening air.
“We are going to see your father.”
The baby kicked in response, a sharp, solid thump against her palm that sent a surge of adrenaline through her exhausted limbs.
She knew these grounds intimately from her months working as a lowly maid.
She knew the blind spots in the security patrols, the rusted sections of the perimeter fence, and the hidden service doors the staff used to slip away for smoke breaks.
She approached the eastern wall, moving silently through the manicured rose bushes.
Two heavily armed pack guards marched past the wrought-iron gates, their boots crunching loudly on the gravel driveway.
Megan held her breath, flattening her back against the rough stone of the retaining wall.
The Alpha’s wolves possessed incredible hearing and a devastating sense of smell.
If the wind shifted, her human-like, wolfless scent would give her away in a heartbeat.
She waited until the rhythmic sound of their footsteps faded around the corner.
She darted across the open lawn, her white dress a glaring target against the twilight grass.
She reached the heavy oak door of the kitchen annex and grasped the brass handle.
It turned smoothly with a soft click, the hinges completely silent.
She slipped inside, the overwhelming smell of roasting meat and sharp spices hitting her senses.
The kitchen was mercifully empty, the stainless steel counters wiped clean for the evening.
She tiptoed across the pristine tiles, heading straight for the narrow service corridor that connected the staff quarters to the main house.
As she rounded the corner, she slammed directly into a soft, yielding body.
A stack of freshly laundered towels tumbled to the floor in a chaotic pile of white cotton.
Megan stumbled back, a gasp trapped in her throat.
Jessica stood before her, her eyes wide with sheer, unadulterated panic.
The young maid stared at the torn, mud-stained wedding dress, her gaze slowly traveling up to Megan’s terrified face.
“Megan?”
Jessica breathed, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
“What are you doing here?”
“You are supposed to be getting mated to Brian right now.”
Megan scrambled to pick up the dropped towels, her hands shaking violently.
“It was a lie,” Megan whispered frantically, shoving the linens back into Jessica’s arms.
“The whole thing was a setup by Brenda to get me out of the house.”
“Tyler is the father of my baby, Jessica.”
Jessica’s mouth dropped open, her honey-brown eyes darting nervously toward the main hallway.
She didn’t ask for explanations or demand proof of the impossible claim.
She simply reached out and gripped Megan’s forearm with surprising strength.
“He is dying,” Jessica said, the grim reality settling over her features.
“They brought in three different healers from the neighboring territories this morning.”
“None of them know how to stop the fever.”
“He hasn’t regained consciousness since you left.”
The words struck Megan like a physical blow, stealing the air from her lungs.
She swayed on her feet, a wave of dizzying nausea washing over her.
“I have to get to his room,” Megan pleaded, gripping the silver pendant around her neck.
“I can fix it.”
“I know how to fix the bond.”
Jessica didn’t hesitate.
She pulled Megan into a dark alcove just as the heavy footsteps of a security patrol echoed down the adjacent hall.
“Mrs. Davis is keeping the guards distracted in the East Wing,” Jessica whispered, pressing her back against the wall.
“But the Alpha’s private quarters are heavily guarded by Brenda’s personal detail.”
“She won’t let anyone near him.”
Megan squared her shoulders, the submissive posture of a terrified maid evaporating into the ether.
The dormant mate bond was waking up in her blood, fueled by the sheer proximity to her Alpha.
She felt a strange, primal heat radiating through her veins, a localized source of strength she had never possessed before.
“Show me the way,” Megan commanded, her voice steady and resolute.
Jessica nodded, leading her through the labyrinth of hidden passages built into the walls of the ancestral home.
The air grew thick and stifling as they ascended the servant stairs to the third floor.
Megan could feel the heavy, oppressive aura of a dying Alpha radiating through the floorboards.
It was a suffocating pressure that made the hairs on her arms stand on end.
They reached a concealed panel hidden behind a massive tapestry depicting a historic pack victory.
Jessica pressed a hidden latch, and the heavy wood slid open to reveal the dimly lit corridor of the Alpha’s private wing.
“I can’t go any further,” Jessica whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
“Brenda is in there.”
Megan squeezed her friend’s hand, a silent vow of gratitude passing between them.
She stepped out from behind the tapestry, the heavy fabric falling back into place like a curtain closing on her old life.
She walked down the plush carpet of the hallway, her bare feet making absolutely no sound.
The heavy mahogany door to Tyler’s bedroom stood slightly ajar.
A sliver of golden light spilled out onto the dark carpet.
Megan approached the gap, her heart pounding a frantic drumbeat against her ribs.
She pressed her eye to the crack, peering into the massive, opulently furnished room.
Tyler lay perfectly still on the enormous four-poster bed.
His skin was ashen, his chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged gasps.
He looked like a ghost, a hollow shell of the powerful, commanding man she had known.
Brenda stood at the foot of the bed, her posture rigid, her face an unreadable mask of pristine porcelain.
But she wasn’t alone.
A young woman with striking red hair knelt beside the mattress, her hands hovering nervously over Tyler’s chest.
Megan recognized her immediately as the daughter of the neighboring pack’s Alpha, a woman of high breeding and immense political value.
“You must do it now,” Brenda commanded, her voice sharp and uncompromising.
“Bite him.”
“Force the bond.”
“It is the only way to save his life.”
The redhead hesitated, her fingers trembling violently as she traced the edge of Tyler’s collarbone.
“I don’t know, Luna,” she stammered, her voice thick with uncertainty.
“He is completely unconscious.”
“It feels like a violation.”
Brenda stepped forward, her eyes flashing with a dangerous, golden light.
“It is a mating of necessity,” Brenda snapped, the polished veneer cracking to reveal the desperate mother beneath.
“Our healers have failed.”
“If you do not mark him, he will die.”
Megan couldn’t listen to another word.
She shoved the heavy mahogany door fully open, the brass hinges screaming in protest against the sudden violence.
She stepped into the room, her chin held high, the torn white wedding dress draped over her pregnant frame like a battle standard.
“No, he won’t,” Megan stated, her voice ringing out with absolute authority.
Both women whirled toward the doorway, shock painting their features in vivid strokes.
Brenda recovered first, her eyes narrowing into icy slits.
“Guards,” Brenda barked, her voice slicing through the heavy, suffocating air of the sickroom.
“They will not answer you,” Megan replied, stepping further into the opulence of the Alpha’s chamber.
“Mrs. Davis made sure the patrols were redirected.”
Brenda’s face paled, a flicker of genuine panic breaking through her calculated composure.
“You are a traitor to this house,” the former Luna hissed, taking a protective step toward her unconscious son.
Megan ignored her entirely, fixing her gaze on the trembling redhead kneeling by the bed.
“Step away from him,” Megan ordered, the dormant Alpha energy bleeding into her tone.
The young woman scrambled to her feet, her eyes darting frantically between Megan’s swollen stomach and Brenda’s furious glare.
“Who is she?” the redhead demanded, backing away from the mattress.
“She is a lowly maid who has forgotten her place,” Brenda spat, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides.
Megan didn’t flinch.
She placed a protective hand over her baby, feeling the steady, reassuring heartbeat against her palm.
“I am his mate,” Megan declared, the absolute truth of the words resonating in her very bones.
“I am carrying the Alpha’s heir.”
The redhead gasped, her eyes widening in sudden comprehension.
She looked at Tyler’s ashen face, then back to Megan’s resolute stance.
“He is dying of a broken bond,” the redhead whispered, the pieces finally coming together in her mind.
“You can’t force a new mark on a wolf suffering from bonding sickness.”
“It would kill him instantly.”
Brenda opened her mouth to argue, but the redhead didn’t wait to hear the justification.
She turned on her heel and fled the room, the heavy door clicking shut behind her.
Silence descended upon the massive chamber, thick and suffocating.
Megan and Brenda faced each other across the expanse of the Persian rug, two women inextricably bound by their love for the dying man between them.
“How did you find out?”
Brenda asked the question with her voice dropping to a dangerous, deadly whisper.
“Does it matter?”
Megan countered the question while taking a slow, deliberate step toward the bed.
“I know you made a wish to erase our memories.”
“I know you orchestrated this entire nightmare because you couldn’t stand the thought of a wolfless girl sitting beside your son.”
Brenda’s perfect posture finally broke, her shoulders slumping in sudden, overwhelming exhaustion.
She looked at Tyler, her eyes swimming with unshed tears.
“You think I hate you?”
Brenda asked this with a bitter, hollow laugh escaping her lips.
“I do not hate you, Megan.”
“I watched my son defend you against the cruelty of this pack since you were children.”
“I watched him fall in love with you.”
Megan froze, the admission catching her entirely off guard.
“Then why?”
Megan demanded an answer, her voice cracking with the sheer weight of the betrayal.
“Why tear us apart?”
Brenda turned to face her, the tears finally spilling over her flawless cheeks.
“Because you are not strong enough to survive this world,” Brenda confessed, the words heavy with tragic sincerity.
“A Luna must be a warrior, a pillar of impenetrable strength.”
“If you sat beside him, every rival pack, every ambitious lord, every enemy we have ever made would target you.”
“They would use your wolfless nature to break him.”
“I erased the bond to protect him from the inevitable war your mating would cause.”
Megan stared at the broken woman, seeing the twisted, toxic love that had driven her to such horrific extremes.
Brenda hadn’t acted out of malice.
She had acted out of a terrifying, suffocating fear.
“You don’t get to decide what we can survive,” Megan said softly, moving past the former Luna.
She reached the edge of the bed and dropped to her knees.
Tyler’s chest barely moved.
His skin was burning with a supernatural fever, his lips cracked and bleeding.
The bond inside Megan screamed in agony at the sight of her dying mate.
“It might be too late,” Brenda whispered, stepping back into the shadows of the room.
“The magic severed the connection completely.”
“I don’t even know if a physical mark can override the curse of an immortal.”
Megan ignored the warning.
She leaned over Tyler’s broad chest, the silver pendant dangling from her neck, brushing against his burning skin.
She pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to the faint, erratic beating of his heart.
“I am so sorry I forgot you,” Megan whispered, her tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt.
“I am sorry I let them take you away from me.”
She tilted his head to the side, exposing the strong, vulnerable curve of his neck.
The place where a mate’s mark belonged.
She didn’t know if her dull, human teeth would be enough to break the tough hide of an Alpha shifter.
She didn’t know if the magic would rebound and kill them both.
She only knew that she could not live in a world without him.
Megan opened her mouth, pressing her lips against the burning skin of his neck.
She bit down with every ounce of strength she possessed.
The metallic taste of copper flooded her tongue as her teeth broke the surface.
A violent, electric shockwave exploded from the point of contact.
The dormant mate bond roared to life, a blinding surge of raw, unadulterated power that threw Megan backward.
She collapsed onto the Persian rug, gasping for air as a tidal wave of stolen memories crashed into her brain.
She remembered the first time he kissed her in the rain.
She remembered the rough texture of his hands tracing the curve of her jaw.
She remembered the absolute, unwavering devotion in his blue eyes as he claimed her as his mate.
The magic of the wish shattered into a million pieces, dissolving into the ether.
Megan scrambled back to her knees, gripping the edge of the mattress with white-knuckled hands.
She stared at Tyler, holding her breath in terrified anticipation.
His fingers twitched against the thick duvet.
The unnatural heat radiating from his body began to dissipate, replaced by the familiar, comforting scent of pine and rain.
His eyelids fluttered, struggling against the heavy weight of the fever.
Tyler opened his eyes, the clouded haze clearing to reveal the striking, crystalline blue beneath.
He turned his head slowly, his gaze locking onto Megan’s tear-stained face.
“Megan,” Tyler breathed, his voice a raspy, broken whisper.
“You came back.”
Megan collapsed against his chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
Tyler wrapped his heavy, trembling arms around her back, pulling her tightly against his side.
He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of his restored mate.
The bond pulsed between them, a vibrant, glowing thread of absolute certainty that connected their very souls.
Brenda watched from the shadows, her hands covering her mouth as a silent sob racked her frame.
She had lost the absolute control she had ruthlessly maintained over her son’s life.
But as she watched the color return to Tyler’s cheeks, she knew she had gotten the one thing she truly wanted.
Her son was going to live.
Five years later, the massive windows of the Alpha’s private quarters were thrown wide open to the warm summer breeze.
Megan stood by the glass, looking out over the sprawling, meticulously maintained gardens of the estate.
She held a tiny, swaddled bundle against her chest, rocking gently back and forth.
Her three-day-old daughter, Amanda, was sleeping soundly, completely oblivious to the chaotic world she had just entered.
Laughter drifted up from the manicured lawns below.
Megan smiled as she spotted her eldest son, Dan, chasing his younger brother, Ryan, around a massive stone fountain.
Dan was a rambunctious five-year-old, a miniature version of his father with striking blue eyes and a fierce, protective streak.
Ryan, at three years old, had not yet shown any signs of a dormant wolf, carrying his mother’s wolfless genes with a quiet, observant dignity.
Megan watched as Brenda intercepted a stumbling Ryan, scooping the boy up into her arms before he could scrape his knees on the gravel.
The former Luna laughed, a genuine, warm sound that had been entirely absent five years ago.
Brenda treated her wolfless grandson not as a liability, but as a unique, precious gift.
The relationship between Megan and her mother-in-law was not perfect.
The scars of the magical betrayal were deep, and trust had to be painstakingly rebuilt over years of careful diplomacy.
But they had found a fragile peace, forged in the fires of their mutual love for the children playing in the sun.
Strong arms wrapped around Megan’s waist from behind, pulling her flush against a solid, muscular chest.
Tyler rested his chin on her shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against the sensitive skin of her neck.
“She is perfect,” Tyler murmured, his voice rumbling against Megan’s back as he gazed down at their newborn daughter.
“Just like her mother.”
Megan leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes as the steady, reassuring thrum of their mating bond hummed in the back of her mind.
They had survived the cruelty of abusive relatives, the manipulation of a desperate mother, and the devastating curse of an immortal magician.
Megan opened her eyes, looking out at the family she had fought so fiercely to reclaim.
She was no longer the terrified, wolfless maid waiting for the pack to decide her fate.
She was the Luna.
She was the anchor of the most powerful pack in the territory.
Tyler tightened his grip around her waist, his presence a constant, unwavering shield against the darkness of their past.
“I love you,” Tyler whispered, turning her slightly to capture her lips in a deep, reverent kiss.
Megan kissed him back, pouring every ounce of her recovered memories into the simple, beautiful connection.
They had lost their history once, but they had spent every single day since building a future that no magic could ever erase.
THE END
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