Buried by My Alpha Crowned novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Alpha, is this really necessary? Isn’t that… a little too cruel?"

"Do it!"

I knew Cassian was always calculating and paranoid, but I never imagined that just seeing me awake early would push him to such cruelty.

My puppy, my chance at motherhood, and now even my ability to walk—he was taking everything.

Cassian, is this how you treat the mate the Moon Goddess chose for you?

My wolf howled inside me, wild and silent with fury.

I screamed silently in despair, struggling to sit up, but the darkness pulled me deeper.

As the anesthesia began to wear off, I heard the healer's voice through the haze:

"Alpha, her womb has been removed. And... she'll never walk again."

Cassian's voice was filled with satisfaction. "Good. Perfect."

When I fully awakened, tears were falling onto my hands—his tears, so convincingly real.

"Evelyn, the healer says infection damaged your womb. You'll never be able to have children."

I ignored him, frantically trying to move my legs.

Nothing. No sensation at all.

I broke down completely, sobbing as I demanded:

"Cassian, what did you do to my legs?"

Tears streamed down his face, his voice breaking with practiced grief.

"There were complications with the anesthesia. You're paralyzed from the waist down."

"Don't be scared, baby... no matter what happens, I'll never leave you. I'll always love you."

I'd never realized what a gifted actor my mate was.

He dismissed the nurses, personally feeding me soup, cleaning my body, even tending to the post-surgical bleeding himself.

He worked tirelessly until evening, then kissed my forehead tenderly.

"You've suffered so much for our pack. I promise I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

I studied his exhausted face, then looked away coldly.

"You should rest if you're tired."

"I'll stay right here with you. Just call if you need anything."

Once he was asleep, I reached for his second phone.

Every time I got pregnant, they planned how to kill my child.

Even the car accident from a year ago—Annabelle had been behind the wheel.

She'd said she wanted to experience the thrill of hitting someone. Cassian had eagerly agreed.

His only instruction: "Try not to kill her outright."

They discussed hurting me and murdering my children as casually as commenting on the weather.

My nails dug into my palms until blood dripped between my fingers.

The photo album contained thousands of pictures—all of Annabelle. Candid shots, selfies together, morning scenes, walks, intimate dinners where he'd prepared special meals for her pregnancy...

There were 99+ videos. I switched to that section and felt ice water flood my veins.

Countless recordings of their intimate moments, like they were documenting every encounter.

Even role-playing scenarios that made my stomach turn.

I pressed my hand to my mouth, fighting nausea.

But worse were six videos labeled "First," "Second," all the way to "Sixth."

Realizing what they contained, bile rose in my throat as blood filled my mouth.