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Too Late, My Alpha: You Killed Me Novel Cover

Too Late, My Alpha: You Killed Me

My sister, the pack's beloved future Luna, was dying of kidney failure. Axel, the Supreme Alpha and the man I had secretly loved my entire life, used his Alpha Command to force the pen into my trembling hand. "Sign the papers, Jana," he growled, his eyes glowing with a predatory red light. "Stop being selfish. Kyleigh needs a transplant, and you are the only match." I tried to beg. I tried to tell him that I couldn't survive the surgery. I tried to tell him that I had already secretly donated a kidney to our father five years ago—a sacrifice my sister had claimed credit for. But Axel threw a stack of falsified medical scans in my face. "Stop lying to save your own skin," he spat. "You are a useless, Wolfless Omega. This is your only chance to be of value to this pack." He didn't know that Kyleigh had been poisoning me with Wolfsbane for a decade to suppress my inner White Wolf. He didn't know that the anesthesia wouldn't work on my poisoned body. I felt every inch of the silver scalpel as they cut me open to harvest my only remaining kidney. I died on that table, listening to the man I loved call me dramatic. But death was not the end. My spirit floated above the chaos, watching as the surgeon's face turned pale with horror. "She only had one!" the doctor screamed, holding up the blackened organ. "Alpha, look at the old scars! We just killed her!" Only after my heart stopped did the scent-masking drugs fade. Axel fell to his knees in the blood-soaked room, finally smelling the scent of rain and pine he had been searching for his whole life. He realized he had just butchered his true mate to save a liar. "Jana?" he howled, clawing at his chest. But I was already gone.
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Chapter 1

My sister, the pack's beloved future Luna, was dying of kidney failure.

Axel, the Supreme Alpha and the man I had secretly loved my entire life, used his Alpha Command to force the pen into my trembling hand.

"Sign the papers, Jana," he growled, his eyes glowing with a predatory red light. "Stop being selfish. Kyleigh needs a transplant, and you are the only match."

I tried to beg. I tried to tell him that I couldn't survive the surgery.

I tried to tell him that I had already secretly donated a kidney to our father five years ago—a sacrifice my sister had claimed credit for.

But Axel threw a stack of falsified medical scans in my face.

"Stop lying to save your own skin," he spat. "You are a useless, Wolfless Omega. This is your only chance to be of value to this pack."

He didn't know that Kyleigh had been poisoning me with Wolfsbane for a decade to suppress my inner White Wolf.

He didn't know that the anesthesia wouldn't work on my poisoned body.

I felt every inch of the silver scalpel as they cut me open to harvest my only remaining kidney.

I died on that table, listening to the man I loved call me dramatic.

But death was not the end. My spirit floated above the chaos, watching as the surgeon's face turned pale with horror.

"She only had one!" the doctor screamed, holding up the blackened organ. "Alpha, look at the old scars! We just killed her!"

Only after my heart stopped did the scent-masking drugs fade.

Axel fell to his knees in the blood-soaked room, finally smelling the scent of rain and pine he had been searching for his whole life.

He realized he had just butchered his true mate to save a liar.

"Jana?" he howled, clawing at his chest.

But I was already gone.

Chapter 1

Jana POV:

The smell hit me before the door even opened.

It was the scent of pine forests drenched in heavy rain, a smell that used to make my inner wolf curl up in delight. Now, it only brought 'a cold, paralyzing dread.'

The heavy oak door of the isolation ward slammed open. Axel Donaldson stood there. He was the Supreme Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, a man whose shoulders were broad enough to carry the weight of our entire territory. His eyes, usually the color of a stormy sea, were glowing with a faint, predatory red light.

He was angry.

"Sign the papers, Jana," he said. His voice was low, vibrating deep in his chest.

I sat on the edge of the hospital bed. My hands were shaking. I tried to hide them under the thin white sheet. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with his dominance.

"Axel, I can't," I whispered. My throat felt like I had swallowed broken glass. "You don't understand. My body... it can't take it."

He took two steps forward. The space between us vanished. He threw a stack of documents onto the bedside table. They slid across the surface, stopping right next to a vase of wilted flowers that no one had bothered to change.

"Kyleigh is dying," Axel growled. "Her wolf core has ruptured. She needs a transplant of Life Essence immediately. You are her twin. You are the only match."

In our world, kidneys are not just organs for filtering blood. They are the storage vessels for a werewolf's Vital Essence. They hold the energy that allows us to shift from human to wolf. We have two, but we need at least one to survive. If a wolf loses both, their soul has nowhere to anchor. They don't just die; they vanish. They cannot return to the Moon Goddess.

"I know she needs it," I said, tears pricking my eyes. "But Axel, listen to me. I don't have enough Essence left. If I give her one, I will die."

"Stop lying!" he shouted. The sound was like a thunderclap in the small room. "You are an Omega. You are useless to the pack. You have never even shifted! You sit in your room while your sister, the future Luna, works herself to exhaustion for this family. This is your chance to finally do something of value."

He didn't know. How could he? Kyleigh had made sure of that.

For ten years, my sister had been slipping Wolfsbane into my food. It is a poison to our kind. It suppressed my wolf, kept me weak, and made everyone believe I was "Wolfless"-a defect.

"Five years ago," I tried to speak faster, desperate to make him hear me. "When Dad had that accident at the construction site. He needed a transplant. Axel, I gave him my left kidney. I only have one left!"

Axel froze for a second. His expression didn't soften; it hardened into disgust.

"Kyleigh gave that kidney to your father," he said coldly. "She has the scar to prove it. I saw it myself. 'We have the medical files, Jana. I reviewed the scans this morning. Two healthy kidneys. Stop making up stories to save your own skin.'"

"No," I shook my head, panic rising in my chest. "Those scans are fake! That was a plastic surgery scar on her!' Mine is real. Please, 'just look at my side'-"

"Enough!"

The air in the room suddenly became solid. It pressed down on my shoulders, heavier than lead.

"I, Axel Donaldson, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, command you."

My body betrayed me. It was the Alpha's Command. It is an absolute law written into our biology. When an Alpha gives a direct order using his authority, a lower-ranking wolf physically cannot resist.

My spine stiffened. My mouth snapped shut. My hands moved out from under the sheets against my will.

"Pick up the pen," he ordered.

My fingers wrapped around the cold metal of the pen. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw it at him. But my hand moved robotically to the paper.

"Sign it."

I looked up at him one last time. I searched his eyes for the boy who had once pulled me out of a frozen lake when we were children. The boy who had wrapped his coat around me and promised to protect me.

But that boy was gone. In his place was a man drugged by my sister's potions, a man whose nose was tricked into thinking Kyleigh was his Fated Mate. He couldn't smell the sickness on me. He couldn't smell the truth.

The door opened again. My parents, Fred and Joyce, walked in. They were high-ranking members of the pack, dressed in expensive silk and leather.

"Is it done?" my mother asked. She didn't look at me. She looked at the papers.

"She is stalling," Axel said, crossing his arms.

"Jana," my father said, his voice full of disappointment. "Don't be selfish. Your sister is in pain. She is going to be the Luna. She is the White Wolf of prophecy. What are you?"

I wanted to tell him. 'I am the White Wolf. I am the one who saved your life, Dad.'

But the Alpha's Command had locked my tongue. I could only do what I was told.

"If you do this," my father added, adjusting his tie, "we will build you a small cottage on the edge of the territory. You can live there in peace. You won't be a burden to us anymore."

A cottage. That was the price of my life.

I looked out the window. The full moon was rising, huge and silver in the night sky. It was beautiful. It was the face of the Goddess who had abandoned me.

I pressed the pen to the paper.

'I reject this life,' I thought. 'I reject this pain.'

I signed my name.

Axel snatched the papers away before the ink was even dry. He didn't say thank you. He didn't look back. He turned and marched out of the room, my parents trailing behind him like eager puppies.

I was alone again. The scent of pine and rain lingered, mocking me. I touched my side, where my only remaining kidney struggled to filter the poison in my blood.

Tonight, I would save my sister. And tonight, the Alpha would kill his true mate.

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