My Toxic Mother Brought My Alpha Husband a Breeder

At our family dinner, I happily announced that I was pregnant. My mother, Linda, immediately turned to my mate, Alpha Ethan, and suggested, "Ethan, how about I find you an Omega?

She can make you breakfast and take care of your sexual needs while Emily is pregnant!" Ethan almost choked on his drink. He was a traditional, oldfashioned man.

His mother had always taught him that a werewolf must never betray his mate. I slammed my fork down in anger. "Mom, are you out of your mind?!" Linda glared at me. "I'm not joking.

When I was pregnant, your father cheated on me with an Omega. Why should Ethan be any different?" Ethan looked like he was sitting on a bed of nails.

He nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead and grabbed my hand. "Linda, please don't test me. I swear I will never do anything to hurt Emily!" Linda’s smile stiffened.

Pure jealousy flashed in her eyes. "Oh, Ethan, you sweet boy. Emily did you dirty a long time ago. Why are you being so loyal to her?" My eyes widened.

I couldn't believe my ears. "Mom, what are you talking about?! I've never done anything to betray Ethan!" Linda smirked.

She cleared her throat, looking like she had been waiting for this moment. "When Emily was in high school, she wouldn't come home after school for weeks.

She was out late with a boy. I caught them together multiple times, walking and laughing." "Fooling around with guys at eighteen—what does that tell you?

It means she wasn't a virgin when you met her. Who knows how many men have touched her." Linda let out a contemptuous snort. Her face was twisted with utter disgust.

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. Even as the sharp sting of blood rising to the skin registered, I barely felt the physical pain.

The flood of traumatic memories was already suffocating me.

Growing up, Linda’s favorite phrase was always: "If I didn't have it, why should you?" When I hit puberty early and asked for a bra, she snapped, "I didn't have a bra at your age.

Why should you get one? Just wrap yourself in a rag." She never gave me a single penny of allowance. So, I had to secretly work a parttime job after school to make my own money.

One day, a boy from our pack, Kevin Miller, ran into me at my job. We ended up walking back to the pack territory together because we were heading the same way. Linda saw us.

She immediately started spreading rumors around the pack that I was sleeping around. After that, whenever I was seen with any boy, she would tell everyone we were hooking up.

From then on, the pack boys avoided me like the plague. I had no friends. Even my favorite teachers started looking at me with disgust. Eventually, I left the pack for college.

I got a great job and started making good money. Linda actually apologized for what she did back then.

She claimed she was just terrified that I would ruin my future with early romance. I thought she had finally changed.

But here she was, bringing up the past and dragging my name through the mud in front of my mate!

Ethan stared Linda like she was completely insane. "Linda, whether that's true or not, it's in the past." "I don't care about her past.

I only care about our future." "Emily and I are happy. Don't worry, I will never betray her." Ethan squeezed my hand tighter. His warmth seeped into my cold, trembling fingers.

Most of the anger in my chest began to melt away. Ever since I got together with Ethan, Linda had constantly dropped hints that I didn't deserve a good man.

She used to set me up on awful blind dates. A homeless man with a severe limp, a jobless excon, a middleaged man who had been divorced three times...

Linda always said that since she couldn't land a good man, I didn't deserve one either. But Ethan had held my hand through it all. Ethan’s devotion only made Linda angrier.

No matter what lies she threw at him, Ethan stood by me.

She shifted her glare back to me. "Emily, how many months along are you?" I answered cautiously, "Almost four months." Linda let out a smug laugh of relief. "Four months.

Ah, you're about to get stretch marks then." "Finally, Emily, you're going to get stretch marks too.

When I was pregnant with you, my belly was ruined with them, and your father got disgusted and cheated. Once your body is ruined, Ethan will do the exact same thing..."

Looking at the pure satisfaction in Linda’s smile, a cold shiver ran down my spine. A deep, desolate sadness filled my heart. We were mother and daughter, not mortal enemies.

Why was she so eager to see my body ruined? Why was she practically begging for Ethan to cheat on me? Isn't a mother supposed to want her daughter to have a better life?

She couldn't even hide her excitement at the thought of me losing my looks.

She babbled on ecstatically, "And stretch marks are just the beginning." "You'll get fat, break out in spots, and look absolutely hideous.

After giving birth, you'll leak pee and be loose down there. Ethan won't even want to touch you.

He’ll find you disgusting, and he'll naturally stray." "I had to suffer through all of that. Why shouldn't you?" Even with Ethan’s usually calm demeanor, he was thoroughly angered.

He glared at Linda coldly. "Linda, that's not going to happen." "I've already arranged for the pack's best Healers to care for Emily throughout her pregnancy.

I also hired the most experienced nanny in the pack.

With professional help, she won't suffer like you did." "Besides, even if Emily's body changes, I will only love her more and blame myself for her pain.

Why would I ever cheat?" Linda opened her mouth, her eyes turning vacant. I thought she was going to throw a tantrum.

Screaming about how she didn't have Healers back then, so why should I. But she didn't.

Instead, she silently put food onto Ethan's plate, mumbling, "Eat more, eat more..." There was jealousy in her eyes, but mostly, there was a deep sense of loss and pain.

My heart suddenly ached. No matter what, Linda had raised me all on her own. Her jealousy was real, but so was her love, or so I wanted to believe. She was getting old.

Ethan and I should just try to tolerate her as much as possible. The family dinner ended in a bizarre, tense atmosphere. Soon, I reached my second trimester.

Ethan called the pack's Chief Healer to check on me, only to be given shocking news. "Emily, the prenatal supplements I formulated for you last week... your mother threw them all out, calling them 'useless junk.' She said she didn't need anything when she gave birth, so you shouldn't be so spoiled either." My heart sank.

I rushed back to Linda's house to confront her. The moment she heard the words "prenatal supplements," Linda’s eyes turned bloodshot.

She glared at me, her face twisting with a terrifying hatred.

She slapped me hard across the face. "How dare you even ask!" "When I was pregnant with you, I couldn't even get a bowl of warm soup, let alone fancy supplements!

Why do you get to have them?!" I cupped my stinging cheek, utterly stunned. There it was again. That same phrase. I felt so wronged and helpless.

Why did it kill her to see me have even a slightly better life than her? Could a mother really hate her own daughter this much?

While I was in a daze, Linda suddenly lunged at me, violently ripping up my shirt. Her eyes gleamed with manic excitement as she panted, "You're over five months now.

You must have stretch marks. Let me see! Let me see how disgusting your belly looks!" But when she saw my perfectly smooth belly, her smile froze.

She rubbed her eyes, staring in absolute disbelief. Finally, she had to accept the bitter truth—there wasn't a single mark on my skin.

Crying hysterically, she pulled up her own shirt, pointing at the dark, saggy scars on her loose skin, and glared at me with pure venom. "I ruined my body to give birth to you!

Your father found me disgusting and rejected me!" "I got these scars! Why don't you have them?!" Linda screamed.

Despite my anger, a part of me felt pity. Her life had indeed been tragic. The pain of being rejected by a fated mate is the ultimate nightmare for any werewolf.

Maybe the endless misery had broken her mind and turned her into this monster.

Trembling, I opened my arms, wanting to hug her and somehow mend our broken bond. "Mom, everyone's body is different." "I can ask the Healers to help treat your scars, okay?" Linda opened her arms too.

For a second, I thought she was going to embrace me and accept my kindness. But I was dead wrong.

In the next split second, Linda’s long, sharp nails clawed viciously into my bare stomach.

She put all her strength into it, tearing deep into my flesh. "Bullshit! 'Different bodies' my ass!

You're just secretly using the best medicine from the Healer to show off!" "I won't let you win! I'm your mother!

If I have scars, you must have them too!" Cold sweat poured down my face as the blinding pain nearly made me black out.

I looked down to see my skin shredded, fresh blood oozing from the deep, jagged gashes. The claw marks twisted across my stomach like hideous, bleeding snakes.

And the wounds weren't healing at all... Linda had dipped her nails in silver dust!

To force me to share her ugly scars, Linda had actually poisoned me with silver to make sure the wounds would scar permanently... It was enough. It was more than enough.

The gashes were already deep and hideous. But Linda wasn't satisfied. She dug her nails even deeper into my raw flesh. Overwhelmed by despair and agony, I screamed for help. "Ethan!

Help me!" Ethan burst through the door, freezing in sheer horror at the sight. He rushed toward me. I couldn't hear what they were saying. Clutching my bloody stomach, I passed out.

In our bedroom, the Healer worked frantically to treat my wounds. Ethan held my hand, still trembling with fear. "Your mother is out of her mind.

I'm looking into psychiatric facilities for her. We need to cut her off." I nodded silently.

Once the Healer finished bandaging me, Ethan helped me out to the living room, only to find Linda sitting there. I instantly regretted ever giving her a spare key to our house.

Seeing the thick bandages around my waist, Linda rolled her eyes in annoyance. "When your father rejected me, I bled all over the floor and nobody cared.

You just got a few scratches. Why does a Healer have to come to the house for you?" "Ethan, you need to put her in her place.

She's so dramatic!" My already shattered heart took another devastating blow. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Linda jumped up excitedly to open it.

She walked back in, holding onto a young girl's arm. The girl was young, beautiful, and wearing a highly revealing outfit.

Ethan and I exchanged a confused look, having no idea what was going on.

Linda pushed the girl toward Ethan like a prize, whispering with a sly grin, "Ethan, this is Sierra, I hired her to help you guys out.

She has a great body and she's very hardworking. Isn't she much better than your useless wife?" Sierra lowered her eyes coyly, biting her lip with a shy smile.

I stared at them coldly, my heart turning to ice. Linda was doing it again. Just because her husband cheated during her pregnancy, she was hellbent on making Ethan cheat on me too.

Before I could explode, Ethan’s face darkened, and he immediately ordered her out. "Dressed like that?

She doesn't look like she's here to do chores." "Linda, the pack provides professional maids. Take her and leave. Now." With that, Ethan began pushing them both toward the door.

But Linda was stubborn. She grabbed the doorframe, refusing to budge. She flashed Ethan a scheming grin. "Sierra is very capable! You have to give her a oneday trial.

If she's really no good, I'll take her away.

But you can't judge a book by its cover and rob this poor girl of a job!" Sierra blinked her big, watery eyes, begging pitifully, "If I don't find a job soon, my family is going to force me into sex work.

Please, just give me a chance!" My head throbbed from their relentless nagging. Whatever. It's just one day. What could possibly happen?

If they didn't leave tomorrow, I would just call the pack guards to throw them out.

Taking my silence as consent, Linda and Sierra exchanged a victorious glance. Though they smiled warmly, a sudden wave of dread washed over me.

The next morning, I woke up to find the bed empty beside me. I called out Ethan's name, but there was no reply. I searched the house until I reached the guest bedroom.

Even with my eyes closed, I could guess what had happened. An overwhelming wave of agony crushed my heart. I screamed, knocking a teacup off the table, shattering it to pieces.

Linda walked in. She looked at me with smug triumph, as if she had just won the lottery. "Your father cheated during my pregnancy. Why should Ethan be any different?" "Hmph.

I ended up with a piece of trash. Why should you get to have a perfect man like Ethan? Now everything is right. Sierra is young and beautiful, and Ethan is handsome and rich.

They are a match made in heaven." Linda grabbed my arm tightly. "Come on, don't embarrass yourself here and ruin their moment." "Come with me to abort that baby.

I'll introduce you to a man who actually suits you. I think Derek Cole would be perfect." I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. Derek Cole was in his forties, a wolfless rogue.

He spent his days in the black market and was drowning in loan shark debt. I used to think Linda was just jealous of me. But this wasn't jealousy—it was pure, unadulterated hatred!

She couldn't stand seeing me happy. She only found joy in my suffering. Looking up, my eyes caught a vial on the nightstand.

It was a mating aphrodisiac, specially made for werewolves. My heart clenched. To force Ethan to cheat, Linda would truly stop at nothing.

I violently shook off Linda’s grip, letting go of the very last shred of familial affection I had for her.

I screamed toward the hallway, "Guards!" Sierra leaped out of the bed and swiftly snatched my phone away.

With tears welling in her eyes, she looked at me timidly. "Emily, please, your mother is a good person." "She didn't mean any harm. She was trying to save me.

She said I'm too young and beautiful to end up on the streets. She wanted to help me find a good home, so she drugged Ethan." "She was doing a good deed! She was helping me!

You can't let the guards take her!" I laughed so hard tears came out. What a pathetic joke.

Without another word, I slapped Sierra across the face with all my might. "Shut your shameless mouth!

Who gave you the right to speak to me?!" Sierra clutched her red, swollen cheek, bowing her head even lower.

Linda protectively wrapped a coat around Sierra, murmuring gentle comforts to her—a soft side of her she had never once shown me.

Then, Linda glared at me with a darkened face and slapped me hard, as if avenging Sierra. "You're the one who can't keep her own man! Why are you blaming Sierra?

Yes, I drugged Ethan, but he thoroughly enjoyed it.

Last night, I heard him promise Sierra with my own ears that he would take responsibility for her and reject you!" Linda's words were like poisoned needles, stabbing deep into my heart one by one.

I clenched my fists, gasping for air through the suffocating pain. Ethan was still lying on the bed, eyes closed, seemingly fast asleep.

I desperately wanted to shake him awake and ask if what Linda said was true. Did he actually enjoy it? Did he really want to reject me? But none of it mattered anymore.

It had already happened. What was done could not be undone. Whether Ethan did it willingly or under the influence of the drug, he had slept with Sierra.

I couldn't just pretend nothing happened and carry on with him. I placed a trembling hand over my pregnant belly, my voice raspy. "Linda... you won." She had won after all.

Her husband cheated, so she had to make sure mine did too. She married a piece of trash, so she had to turn Ethan into one.

She was miserable, so she had to make my life even more of a living hell. Congratulations, Linda. You got what you wanted.

I spun around on shaking legs, wanting to escape this house of horrors. Suddenly, a warm, firm hand wrapped around my wrist. "No, she didn't."