An Alpha's Poisonous Pardon

My Alpha mate Damien and his Beta were talking in the study.
They were speaking in the ancient tongue of the wolves.
I had secretly learned it, wanting to be closer to his world.
“You only bonded with Elara to give Rosalie an Alpha's pardon,” Mason's voice was laced with unease.
"You're giving her suppressants. Calling them 'nerve-calmers.' She'll break when she finds out the truth!"
My mate's cold reply echoed through the door.
"The point is to prevent a pup, not have one."
"As for Elara? I'll protect her... as long as she stays out of Rosalie's way."
They didn't know I heard every word.
I stood outside the door, the fresh mark he'd left on my neck still stinging.
In my hand, I held the pills he gave me to "calm my nerves."
So his love was a lie. My salvation was a cage.
If that's the case, then I'll make sure they get exactly what they wish for.