The Broken Alpha's Bride

"Give me an heir in one year, or you become my slave." Those were the first words my husband, the terrifying Alpha Roman, said to me on our wedding night. I was sold. Literally sold by my own father to pay for my cruel sister's wedding to the man I loved. I went from being the cursed, unwanted daughter of the Redlight Pack to the bride of the most feared monster in the lands. They say Alpha Roman killed his own brother. They say he beats his women. But the reality is colder. "Lie down," he ordered, his eyes empty. No kiss. No touch of affection. Just a transaction. I am not a wife; I am a vessel. I thought getting pregnant would save me. I thought a baby would bring light to this hell. But when I woke up in a pool of my own blood, screaming for a child that was no longer there, Roman didn't comfort me. He looked at me with disgust. "You couldn't even keep a simple child? What a waste." Now, I have seven months left. Seven months to bear a son for a man who hates me, or I lose my freedom forever. But tonight, as he walks into my room with that dark hunger in his eyes, I realize something terrifying... I might not survive him.