The Alpha Who Killed Me Now Calls Me Mother Chapter 01

The Alpha Who Killed Me Now Calls Me Mother Chapter 01 His Father’s Door
On the same day, someone drugged both the man I had loved in secret for years and his father, the Alpha King. I did not hesitate. Undoing my buttons as I walked, I headed straight for his father’s room. In my last life, I had been forced to relieve his rut. I ended up carrying his child. After that, he never came home again. His heart belonged entirely to his first love, and he refused to mark me. He decided I was a calculating liar. He even blamed me for drugging him, convinced that a lowly Omega like me was chasing an impossible dream of becoming Luna. In his mind, I had destroyed his future with the woman he loved and driven her into another pack, where an unstable Alpha abused her and eventually tore her apart. Five years into our marriage, his pheromones went out of control. He killed me and our two children with his own claws. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day both father and son were drugged. This time, I would become his stepmother. I would be a true Luna, exactly as he had once accused me of wanting. … “Ms. Stone, please do something! Alpha Ashton Blackwood is about to lose control. His Alpha pressure is so strong that none of us can move!” Beta Maria struggled to speak beside me, her voice tight with panic. Cold sweat broke over my skin. The agony of Ashton ripping me apart still seemed lodged in my body. My legs gave way, and I collapsed, shaking so badly that I could not even lift a finger. The sight of my children’s sweet faces mangled beneath his fangs would not leave my mind. “No one knows what Alpha Ashton drank at the banquet, but something was in it. Ms. Stone, you have to go in and check on him!” Every instinct in me screamed to run. Ashton? How could he be here? Hadn’t he already killed me? I… I had come back to life! I pushed myself off the floor and forced my mind to assess the situation. In my previous life, Ashton had hated me ever since that night. He believed I had used it to tear him away from Jane. Fine. In this life, I would give him exactly what he wanted. I smothered the storm inside me, rose to my feet, and faced the frantic Maria. “Maria, send the driver for Jane Yates. Tell her Ashton has been drugged and will only allow her near him.” Maria stared at me blankly without moving. I had to make the danger unmistakable. “If we wait any longer, he could die, and the pheromones he is releasing will injure the rest of us. Go!” Only then did Maria turn and race for the door. As I watched her hurry away to call Jane, the tension finally eased from my body. I looked at Ashton’s closed bedroom door and remembered how the nightmare had begun last time. Worried about him, I had entered the room alone to check on him. He had seized me and thrown me onto the bed. His pheromones crushed my resistance. I had no strength to fight him. Maria passed the room, but assumed we both wanted it and walked away. When I became pregnant, Craig decided that the mother of Ashton’s child needed an official place in the family. So the Alpha King arranged our marriage. I had believed I was finally getting everything I wanted. In truth, I had stepped into hell. Ashton hated me for carrying his child, hated me for marrying him, and hated me most of all for separating him from the woman he truly wanted. He treated me with cold contempt. He even sneered that the babies might belong to some wandering Rogue. He could barely stand to look at us. Then, in the fifth year of our marriage, his pheromones spiraled out of control and he slaughtered me and our two children. When he burst through the door in wolf form, both children were clinging desperately to my legs. A heartbeat later, Ashton’s fangs had torn their little faces beyond recognition. I forced down the hatred boiling in my chest and walked toward another bedroom, loosening my clothes as I went. Ashton’s father, Craig Blackwood, had also been drugged tonight. He ruled Mooncrest Realm as its Alpha King. Rumors claimed Craig could not perform in bed, which supposedly explained why Ashton was his only son. That was also why Ashton had always been treated as the sole heir to the throne. But what if Ashton was no longer Craig’s only child? I opened Craig’s bedroom door. The shower stopped at that exact moment. Craig stepped out of the bathroom drenched, naked desire burning in his eyes, and a violent surge of pheromones closed around me. Water slid in shining trails over the hard ridges of his abdomen. My throat moved before I could stop it. The instant our eyes met, his Adam’s apple bobbed. Then he caught me by the waist and hauled me against him.