My Alpha Stole My Womb for His Rogue’s Pup Chapter 05

My Alpha Stole My Womb for His Rogue’s Pup Chapter 05

An elder healer in a white robe hurried over. 

The young healer must have called for backup when things spiraled out of control. 

Silvanus shifted his focus at once and lunged to grab 

the elder healer’s arm. 

Elder Healer Gideon Ashwood, perfect timing! Hurry- see to her first! She cut her wrist, she’s bleeding badly! 

Gideon glanced at Seraphina’s wrist, his tone calm and 

almost weary. 

Alpha, with all respect, Miss Seraphina’s wound is shallow, just a surface scratch. This is nothing for werewolf. She didn’t need to come here. 

Silvanus roared, domineering and unyielding. 

No! 

She fainted earlier! She needs a full exam! What if 

there’s internal injury What if she has a concussion 

The elder healer tried to explain. 

Alpha, it’s probably unnecessary— 

I decide what’s necessary! 

Silvanus cut him off brutally, his voice leaving no room 

for argument. 

Get the best private ward ready! Assign the top healer to stay with her around the clock! 

Gideon was a member of the Council of Elders, but he 

could not defy an Alpha’s will alone. 

Very well. I’ll do as you say, Alpha. 

Chaotic footsteps faded away, and the corridor finally 

fell silent. 

I faintly heard two young healers whispering outside, 

full of awe and envy. 

Oh my gosh, that scared me… but Alpha Silvanus is so 

possessive and so in love with his Luna. 

Yeah, he cut his own forehead on silver–tinted glass, 

blood running down his neck, and he didn’t even care 

-only about her tiny little cut… 

Wow, classic hero saving the damsel… I’d die tomorrow 

if an Alpha cared for me like that. 

I understood now. 

I could piece together the whole story. 

Victoria had crashed the birthday party, armed with a 

silver goblet, determined to get rid of Seraphina, the 

bastard. 

Silvanus had played the hero, taking the hit for 

Seraphina and getting hurt himself. 

Seraphina, humiliated in front of everyone, had thrown a fit and staged a cheap silver wrist–slitting suicide act. 

Truly… moving. 

I closed my eyes and blocked out all sound from 

outside. 

The removal procedure went smoothly. 

When the parasitic pup inside me was fully taken out, a crushing weight lifted from my body. 

Healer, please collect samples… for a blood test. 

I pulled a small clear bag from my purse, holding several strands of hair I’d prepared long ago. 

These are from Alpha Silvanus and me. Send the results directly to my private email. 

The healer seemed to understand and nodded. 

I’d just reached the glass doors of the sanctum hall 

when a familiar voice called behind me. 

Selene 

I turned slowly, wearing a look of well–acted surprise. 

Silvanus had a herb–soaked bandage on his forehead, 

faint blood seeping through, looking disheveled. 

What are you doing here 

Agatha stood behind him, eyes red and puffy as if she’d 

been crying. 

I offered a weak smile. 

Agatha left in a hurry, and no one made my nutrient meal. I felt hungry, so I came out to find something to 

eat. I also stopped by the sanctum for some iron 

supplements… 

Agatha shrieked tearfully the second I finished. 

Alpha! Look at her! I look away for one minute, and she 

runs out to cause trouble! 

Did she really throw a fit just because I forgot her 

birthday dinner Is she that childish, coming to the 

sanctum to drama in front of you 

Silvanus frowned deeper, annoyed. He cared far more about Seraphina and didn’t bother questioning why I 

was there. 

His tone was impatient. 

Selene, Agatha has an emergency. Go home. 

I nodded obediently, said nothing more, and turned 

crisply away. 

I was almost out the door when he suddenly called 

sharply after me. 

Selene! 

I stopped and turned back again. 

Silvanus stared at me, finally sensing something was wrong. He pointed shakily at the herb bandage on his 

head. 

You… you see I’m hurt. Aren’t you going to ask 

anything 

My voice was steady. 

My Alpha, you had your reasons for getting hurt. You’ll tell me if you want to. If you don’t, what’s the point of 

asking 

Silvanus froze completely. His mouth opened, but no 

sound came out. 

He looked at me with pure, unfiltered shock. 

This me–docile, calm, compliant Luna–was this 

what he’d wanted 

It seemed like it. And yet it didn’t.