The Alpha's Regret, the Luna's Rise

The day I was going to tell him about our baby, my fated mate, Alpha Dominic received the news: his former fiancée, my elder sister, Amelia Quinn, was finally awake from her coma. Dropping me in the middle of nowhere, he immediately rushed to the infirmary. But before I could find my way back to the packhouse, a hound of rogues caught me. "Hurry up, bitch. Call your mate." They sneered, throwing a communication device in my trembling hands. "If the Blood Alpha pays up for you, we will let you be." My glassy, wide eyes quivered as I quickly took the communicator as if my life depended on it. “Dominic-” "Ahh! Oh fuck! The alpha… oh, he is kinda b-busy…" On the other end of the phone, my sister Amelia was panting hard and intermittent moans could be heard. I froze instantly, my hands holding the communicator trembling slightly, as if a fishbone was stuck in my throat. It was then I heard my own soulmate’s voice echoing in the background "Who is it?" A pause. A wet, smacking sound. Then Amelia's voice again, sweeter than poison: