Alpha Choice

The next few days in Silver Crest Pack turned Isabella’s entire world upside down.

The Alpha’s quarters, always so cold and silent, started to change.

 Shadows still lingered, but a strange warmth crept in.

 Logan, who’d once treated her like bad luck, couldn’t seem to keep away now.

 He watched her with this cautious, restless energy, like he didn’t quite know what he was doing but couldn’t help himself.

Every morning, she woke to fresh fruit waiting by her bed. Luna had told her to rest, and Logan made sure she listened. 

If Isabella even tried to get up, he would shoot her a look—or sometimes, just a quiet growl—and she’d end up right back under the covers.

“You’re carrying my heir,” he told her one morning. 

His voice left no room to argue. “You don’t do anything unless I say so.”

Her cheeks burned and she looked away. Fear tangled with something she couldn’t quite name. 

She’d never seen Logan act like this—so tightly in control, but protecting her all the same.

She tried to thank him once. He turned away, muttering, “It’s my duty.” 

But even she could sense that wasn’t the whole truth.

By the third week, the gossip was everywhere—seeping through walls, curling under doors.

“The maid is pregnant.”

“No way. The Alpha’s cursed!”

“Didn’t you see the report? Luna confirmed it.”

People thought she couldn’t hear, but she caught every word.

 Every stare in the hallway found its way to her belly, which was just starting to show. 

Some people shot her looks full of disgust. Others just looked sorry for her.

Nobody dared say a word to her face when Logan was around, but the rumors only grew louder behind closed doors. She could feel the resentment building.

One afternoon, with Luna off meeting the elders and Logan out on patrol, Isabella escaped to the garden. It was the only place that still felt like hers. 

She knelt by the roses, tracing their petals, soaking up a rare moment of peace in the sunlight.

A sudden crunch of footsteps snapped her out of it.

“Well, look at this,” someone sneered.

Isabella straightened up. Mira stood at the edge of the path—tall, arms crossed, eyes sharp enough to cut. Everyone knew she was loyal to Anna, the Alpha’s supposed mate.

“Enjoying the Alpha’s garden?” Mira’s voice dripped with scorn. 

“Shouldn’t you be inside, scrubbing floors? Stop pretending you’re Luna.”

“I’m not pretending,” Isabella said. Her voice was barely more than a whisper as she got to her feet.

Mira rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Like anyone believes a wolfless orphan could carry an Alpha’s heir. 

You’re nothing but a liar. A desperate slut hoping for power.”

The words hit their target. Isabella flinched, but she didn’t answer.

Mira moved in closer, eyes blazing. “Think this trick will last? Think you’ll keep that pup and live with us? The Moon Goddess won’t let a wolfless girl bear an heir!”

“Mira, please…”

“Don’t you dare beg!” Mira snapped. Suddenly, she shoved Isabella hard. Isabella stumbled, nearly falling into the rosebushes.

Pain shot through her belly. Instinct took over—she wrapped her arms around herself, panic rising fast.

Mira saw it and only laughed, cold as ice. “Scared now? Maybe I should end this little lie before it grows.”

She raised her hand, claws glinting as her wolf surged just beneath her skin. Isabella froze. Terror locked up her words.

A deep snarl ripped through the garden.

“Touch her again, and you lose that hand.”

Mira stopped dead. Whatever wolf lived inside her shrank away.

Beta Harrison strode into the garden, tall and broad, his presence impossible to ignore. Silver eyes blazing with anger, he stepped between Isabella and Mira.

“Beta—I didn’t—”

“You attacked a pregnant woman,” he said, voice like ice. “Not just any woman. The Alpha’s mate.”

Mira went sheet-white. “That’s not true! She bewitched him! Everyone knows—”

Harrison’s growl cut her off. “Enough. You can explain yourself to the Alpha.”

He turned to Isabella, his face softening just a little. “Come with me. You’re safe.”

Isabella barely managed to breathe. Tears stung her eyes as she followed him, while two guards dragged Mira away.

Inside the house, Logan was already waiting—fury radiating from him like a storm barely held back. Clara stood at his side, worry etched into her face.

“What happened?” Logan’s voice was low, dangerous.

Harrison bowed his head. “I found Mira in the garden. She attacked Isabella.”

Logan’s jaw clenched so hard it looked painful. “Is that true?”

Mira dropped to her knees. “Alpha, I—I was only trying to protect the pack’s honor! This wolfless girl claims she’s carrying your heir—”

The truth was too sacred—and far too dangerous.

She simply gathered the dropped book and walked away, her eyes burning.

Whispers followed her, winding between the shelves like a spell.

“Wolfless. Weak. Unworthy.”

Yet, something within her resisted. Soft, but genuine—a glimmer of warmth, steady and alive beneath her skin.

She laid her hand over her stomach and closed her eyes.

Logan’s heir. Proof the Moon Goddess hadn’t truly abandoned her.

No one else saw it yet.

But this child she carried? Everything would shift.

Even the Moon would have to reckon with that.

The storm had passed, but the night still felt thick and restless over Silver Crest. Everything was quiet.

 Too quiet. Lanterns glowed along the Alpha’s mansion, painting the walls with gold, but the hush in the halls was heavy.

Isabella sat at her window, wrapped in a blanket, staring out.

 She kept replaying the day in her mind—Mira’s words, the fear, the sharp pain that had ripped through her belly. She ran her hand over the small swell of her stomach and whispered, “You’re safe now.”

A knock broke the silence. Slow. Firm. She knew that rhythm.

Her heart stuttered. “Come in,” she called, barely above a whisper.

Logan stepped in. He looked different tonight—his usual icy mask gone, hair a little messy, shirt open at the collar. The firelight flickered over his face, making his silver eyes look almost black.

“You should be resting,” he said, closing the door behind him.

“I can’t sleep,” she admitted. “My head just…won’t stop.”

He stood there, silent, like he was measuring every step before he crossed the room. Careful, as if he was afraid to break something between them that was already fragile.

“I heard about Mira,” Isabella said, breaking the tension. “You didn’t have to—”

“She tried to hurt you,” Logan cut in, his voice sharp. “She got what she deserved.”

She looked away. “Logan… why do you even care? I’m just—”

He didn’t let her finish. “Don’t. You’re not just a maid. Not to me.”

The words landed like thunder, shaking the calm.

She stared at her hands, chest tight. “Then what am I?”

He took a breath, and for once, he looked lost. Unsure. 

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out,” he said. “At first, I told myself it was duty. You’re carrying my heir. I have to protect you. That’s what I kept saying.”

He ran a hand through his hair, searching for the right words. “But it’s more than that now.”

He moved closer, stopping right in front of her. The air felt different. Charged.

“When you were attacked,” he said, voice rough, “I felt something I haven’t in years. Real fear. Not for the pack or my name. For you. The idea of losing you—it broke something in me.”

Her breath hitched. “Logan…”

He dropped to one knee, locking eyes with her. His intensity made her heart race.

 “You’re the first person who’s made me feel alive again, Isabella. 

Since my father died, since the curse… I thought the Moon Goddess had forgotten me. But then you showed up. Just a wolfless girl, someone everyone said didn’t matter—and somehow, you’ve become the only thing that does.”

Tears filled her eyes. “You can’t say that. I don’t want you to regret this—”

He squeezed her hand, gentle but sure. 

“I won’t. I don’t even know what to call this feeling, but when I’m near you, my wolf quiets. When you speak, the world fades. 

When you smile…” He actually laughed, soft and a little surprised at himself. “I start to think maybe the curse wasn’t punishment at all. Maybe it was a test. And it brought me to you.”

Her tears fell, but she didn’t look away. “I’m scared, Logan. Everyone hates me. They keep saying I bewitched you, or the Goddess made a mistake.”

He stood, cupping her face in both hands, brushing away her tears with his thumb. “Let them talk. Let them doubt. I don’t care. I know what’s true, and it’s right here.”

He leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn’t wild or desperate. It was slow, tender, almost shy—a confession all its own. He trembled against her, holding back so much. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead on hers, their breaths mingling.

“I don’t know what our future looks like,” he whispered. “But I can’t see it without you.”

For the first time, Isabella smiled through her tears. She took his hand and pressed it to her belly, feeling the warmth there. “Then you get both of us,” she said, barely louder than a breath.

He looked at her differently then. Softer. He kissed her hand. “My heir,” he murmured. And then, quieter, “And my heart.”

Outside, the moon climbed high, silver light spilling into the room. For once, the Alpha’s mansion felt alive again. Not because of duty or destiny, but something much rarer.

Love.

Neither said the word out loud, but they both felt it settle between them—quiet, fragile, and real.

Just like the life growing inside her.

Luna Clara was watching from upstairs, her heart flowing with joy.

" Finally he found peace with her." She said, as she heard.

" I never will find favor with you, Alpha Logan." 

" Don't call me alpha Log

an but Logan." He said to her,

Isabella smiled, then after laying her heart on his chest.

" He loves me with all his heart." She said within herself.

Logan quickly walked to the sitting room with Isabella, she felt shocked about what he was about to do.

" I need the domestic workers present