‘Sterile’ Mate, Pregnant Mistress? Zero Fucks Given—I Took His Pack Instead Chapter 02

‘Sterile’ Mate, Pregnant Mistress? Zero Fucks Given—I Took His Pack Instead Chapter 02

Diana Moonfrost, the pack council elder, shot to her feet so fast her chair hit the stone wall.

“Sloane, you can’t just sever-Marcus, Derek, seriously? You wolves are what holds this pack together! Your unit/secures eighty percent of our territory!”

Diana looked sick. “I can’t authorize this. I need to call the Alpha.”

She grabbed her phone. I didn’t stop her.

“Don’t waste your breath.”

The chamber doors slammed open. Amber waddled out, one hand on her belly, the other waving her phone around.

Smug as hell.

“Garrett just told me I’m lead Beta now. That means I decide who stays and who gets exiled. You wanna leave? Fine. Forfeit every single tribute you ever earned. Then maybe I’ll release your bonds.”

My claws dug into my palms.

Garrett. You’re really letting this halfblood run wild?

Those tributes-we bled for them on patrol for months.

“Amber,” I kept my voice flat. “Those tributes are pack law. We earned them. You can’t strip our rights.”

She shrugged, stroking her belly. “Don’t really care. Garrett put me in charge. You want out? You do things my way. Or I’ll drag this out for moons. Your call.”

I yanked out my phone and called Garrett.

He picked up after forever. “What.”

Right as I opened my mouth, Amber snatched the phone from my hand. Her voice instantly went high and whiny.

“Garrett, Sloane’s trying to break bond and she’s not listening to me at all. She’s like trying to challenge my authority or something.”

“I know she’s jealous about the pup but she can’t just threaten me like this. I’m so scared for the baby.”

“Put Sloane on!” Garrett’s voice ripped through the speaker.

Amber handed it back with this nasty little smirk.

The whole act was pathetic. The fake whimpering, the victim routine. Made my wolf want to rip her throat out.

I took the phone. Didn’t want this turning into a blood challenge so I tried to explain.

“Garrett, I don’t give a shit about you and her. I just need to finalize my unit’s bond sever-”

“SLOANE!” He was full-on snarling. “Are you seriously this fucking jealous? You can’t handle that Amber’s carrying my heir?

“You KNOW this is probably the only pup I’ll ever sire. And you still wanna sabotage me?”

I bit down hard on my lip till I tasted copper. “I’m not sabotaging your breeding bitch. I’m leaving. Me and my whole unit of thirty-tw-”

Amber leaned right up to the phone, voice dripping fake sweetness.

“Garrett, babe, forget it. Don’t be mad at her. I’m like really craving deer heart from that hunting ground outside pack lands. Maybe Sloane could go hunt some? You know, like a peace offering or whatever?”

“You hear that?” Garrett’s voice went ice-cold. “My mate wants fresh kill. Go hunt it. Now.”

Outside pack lands was two hours by car. Four hours round trip to track and kill prey.

I said no. Garrett actually laughed.

“Fine. Don’t go. But I’ll personally make sure your whole unit never finds another pack. I’ll blacklist every single one of you as

rogues.”

“Your call, Sloane.”

He hung up.

My throat felt like someone shoved wolfsbane down it.

I knew Garrett wasn’t just obsessed with Amber. It was the pup.

But we had a pup once.

Back then the pack was barely holding territory. I was on patrol till 3 a.m. every night. One night I collapsed mid-shift. At the healer’s den they told me I was eight weeks along.

I’d been pushing my wolf so hard I miscarried.

I was terrified of disappointing him so I never said anything. Just told him my wolf was acting up. Bled through it alone.

And now here we are.

Turns out I just bonded with the wrong Alpha.

Amber rubbed her belly, smirking at me.

“You saw how Garrett is. He does whatever I say now. Hunt me that deer and I’ll approve your bond severance today.”

“Normal processing takes like a moon cycle. You really wanna spend that time scrubbing blood off training mats?”