I Volunteered To Carry The Alpha's Heir

I CAN STILL HEAR the shaman’s words echoing in my mind.

“Alpha Damon will be mateless for the rest of his life.”

Those words are still playing in my mind and it hit me harder than I thought. I was worried looking at Alpha Damon, the alpha of the Black Moon Pack go still upon hearing that from the shaman. It has just been predicted that he will be mateless. And I know that this is really hard for him to accept.

I'm hurting for him. He's the man that I've been loving ever since before and it breaks my heart seeing him like this right now.

Moments later, I found him in the clearing at the edge of the woods, staring up at the full moon. His gaze was hard, his jaw set in the way it always was when he was carrying a burden he wouldn’t share with anyone.

“Alpha Damon…” I said softly, stepping closer.

He tensed, but didn’t turn. “Go back to your pack, Kierra. Don't go here in my territory again without your father.”

“I’m not leaving you,” I replied, my voice firmer than I’d expected. “You shouldn’t have to go through this alone. I know… everything is hard for you right now.”

“I’m not your responsibility, Kierra,” he said, his tone clipped, still refusing to meet my eyes. His words stung, but I tried not to show it.

“M-Maybe you’re not,” I whispered, my voice wavering. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care. I care about you, Alpha Damon. More than you know.”

He finally turned to look at me, his eyes narrowed, dark with frustration. “Don’t do this, Kierra. Don’t make this harder than it already is. I don’t need anyone’s pity.”

“It’s not pity,” I insisted, stepping closer, my gaze locked onto his. “It’s love. Alpha Damon-”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, his voice a low growl. He looked away, his hands clenched at his sides. “You’re wasting your time here. Just… get lost.”

I bit my lip, feeling the familiar sting of his rejection. I should have been used to it by now, but it hurts just the same every time. And yet, I couldn’t walk away. Not when he was hurting like this.

“I know you don’t want to hear this,” I began slowly, choosing my words carefully. “But… about what the shaman said. About you being… mateless, about not being able to have an heir-”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said sharply, his tone a warning.

But I pushed on, my heart racing. “I could carry your child, Alpha Damon.”

The words were out before I even realized I was saying them, and for a moment, I thought he hadn’t heard me. But then he turned, staring at me in disbelief.

“Kierra, what are you saying?”

I swallowed, trying to steady my voice, though I could feel my cheeks burning. “I’m saying I’d be willing to have your child. You wouldn’t owe me anything. I don’t expect… I don’t expect you to l-love me, or to be with me. I just… I know how important it is for you to have an heir.”

His expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. “You’re being foolish.”

“Maybe I am,” I admitted, feeling the weight of his gaze, the intensity in his eyes. “But I’d do anything for you, Damon. Even if it means… even if it means you’ll never see me as anything more than this.”

“Kierra, this isn’t some… this isn’t something you can just offer like a gift,” he snapped, anger flashing in his eyes. “Do you realize what you’re saying? What are you offering?”

“I do,” I replied, my voice steady, though my heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces. “And I wouldn’t offer it if I didn’t mean it.”

He turned away again, his shoulders tense, his hands balled into fists. I could see the struggle in him, the way he was trying to hold himself together, to keep that stoic mask firmly in place. And then, just as suddenly, he laughed, a low, bitter sound.

“You really are a fool,” he muttered. “You don’t even understand what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Maybe I don’t,” I said softly, taking a step closer. “But I know how I feel about you. And I know that I’d give anything to see you happy, Damon. Even if that means… even if it means being nothing more than a memory to you.”

He was silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on the ground. Finally, he looked up, his expression unreadable. “And you think this would make me happy?”

I felt a lump rise in my throat, but I forced myself to meet his gaze. “I think it would give you a future. A legacy. And that’s all I want for you.”

He exhaled slowly, his eyes softening for just a moment. And for that brief instant, I thought maybe, just maybe, he could see me for who I was. Not just Kierra, the daughter of the Moonstone pack’s Alpha. But Kierra, the woman who loved him with everything she had.

“Kierra,” he said finally, his voice barely a whisper. “You deserve more than this.”

“Maybe,” I replied, my voice trembling. “But you deserve to have an heir, Alpha Damon. And I’d do this for you. I’d do it without asking for anything in return.”

He looked away, his jaw clenched, and I could see the battle raging within him.

“I can’t promise you anything,” he said, his voice low, almost defeated. “I can’t give you what you want, Kierra.”

“I know,” I whispered, feeling a tear slip down my cheek.

There was a long silence between us, the weight of our words settling in the space between us. And then, slowly, he nodded.

“Fine,” he said, his voice barely audible. “If this is what you want… then so be it.”

I nodded, my heart both aching and elated. This wasn’t a fairy-tale ending. There was no promise of love or happily ever after.