Abandoned While Pregnant, Claimed by the Alpha
On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband-
She was pregnant.
But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow-he wanted a divorce.
His fated mate had returned.
Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega.
Just as she prepared to leave alone-
The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?
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Chapter 6
Ashley's POV
After leaving the Alpha Manor, I headed straight to my apartment-the one I'd bought before marrying Brian. Brian knew about the place but had never set foot in it.
There were no gardens here, no crystal chandeliers, and no swarms of servants. Just two simple rooms, a living area, and a kitchen, featuring a window that overlooked the city's neon lights. But it was mine. I no longer had to worry about what Brian wanted for dinner.
I threw myself into the soft sofa, finally able to breathe freely.
After a quick tidy-up, I began preparing dinner for myself. As the pan heated over the flame, I placed a steak inside. Subconsciously, I began timing it, preparing to sear it to medium-well-Brian's favorite. But the moment I realized what I was doing, I froze.
This time, I was going to have it my way: medium-rare, the way I actually liked it.
Just as I was about to enjoy the dinner I cooked for myself, there was a knock at the door.
"Ashley! Open up! It's me!"
Vicki burst in, the sharp smell of disinfectant following her. She hadn't even taken off her white coat.
"Vicki?" I stared at her, surprised. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on shift?"
"That lying bitch!" She threw her Prada bag onto the coffee table with a loud thud. "And Brian-that brainless idiot thinking with his dick!"
She flopped onto the couch, still catching her breath. Seeing my puzzled expression, she quickly explained, "I was worried about you. All afternoon, I kept thinking-how are you holding up all alone? So I jumped in my car as soon as I got off. I was scared you'd... you'd do something stupid... or just suffer quietly by yourself."
Her words made my eyes sting. In this entire world, aside from the child inside me, maybe Vicki was the only person who truly cared about me.
"You idiot," I said softly, "skipping work just for me? What if someone notices?"
"I don't care about that!" Vicki gripped my hand tightly, her voice full of determination. "Ashley, you're my best friend. I can't just sit back and do nothing while you're hurting. Those jerks stomped all over your life! God, I swear, I wouldn't hesitate to take a scalpel to Silvia's two-faced, fake smile!"
Her concern brought a rush of warmth to my heart. "I'm fine." I pointed toward the kitchen. "I just made dinner. Want to join? I can cook another steak for you."
Vicki studied me closely, as if trying to see if I was really okay. "You... seem calmer than I expected."
I shook my head and replied honestly, "I made the logical choice, but you know how it is... emotionally, it's still hard. But time heals everything."
"You deserve so much better, Ashley. A thousand times better than that jerk."
We sat down together at the small dining table, and I cooked her another medium-rare steak. She complimented the simple meal, but I could tell her mind was more on me than the food.
"I know. Once the divorce with Brian is finalized, I'm leaving." I tried my best to stay composed and keep my emotions in check.
Vicki's face was full of worry. "But what's your plan after that? You're alone, and... you've got the baby too. I mean, you can't go back to your uncle's pack right now."
"I'm not alone, Vicki," I interrupted her, looking her straight in the eye. "And I'm not starting from nothing."
Her confused expression told me it was time to come clean. "Do you remember the Rose Gallery?"
Vicki's eyes widened instantly. "Of course! That's the most prestigious art space in the wolf community! They hold the 'Moonlight Salon' every six months, and even Alphas from the farthest territories compete for an invitation. Wait... what does that have to do with you?"
"That gallery belongs to me."
Vicki's mouth dropped open in shock, almost as if she could fit an egg in there. "What? But... Brian never allowed you to-"
"Yeah, he hated it when I put myself out there," I cut her off with a sharp laugh. "He wanted his Luna to be this obedient, flower-arranging, smiling little trophy. So, I used a fake name. All these years, I've been secretly using the gallery's profits to cover up for the pack's financial mess-a result of his ridiculous decisions. But now? I don't have to sacrifice for his outdated, macho nonsense anymore."
I stood up and walked over to the window, looking down at the busy city streets below. "Moonlight Salon, protected under the ancient Truce Accord, is the only place where wolf pack elites can safely exchange information, negotiate in secret, and even forge alliances. And I'm the one running the whole show. Leaving Brian? The only thing I lost was that meaningless title of being his Luna."
Vicki rushed over and threw her arms around me from behind, practically bouncing with excitement. "Oh my god, Ashley! You absolute genius! I knew it! I knew you weren't some helpless little damsel. This is... incredible!"
"Vicki." I placed a hand on my belly, my voice steady and full of resolve. "I'm going to make so much money, enough to make sure my pup grows up in a safe, comfortable, and abundant environment. He'll have nothing but the best. I swear it."
"You will." Vicki rested her chin on my shoulder, her voice soft but full of conviction. "You're going to be an amazing mom."
Just then, her phone rang-it was an emergency call from the hospital. She had to leave right away.
"Don't forget your checkups!" She gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "You're eating for two now, so take care of yourself! And hey, if anything comes up, call me anytime, no matter how late it is!"
After Vicki hurried off, my phone buzzed as well. It was the gallery assistant, Leo, a young, lively beta wolf.
"Good evening, Ms. Rebecca."
Rebecca was the alias I used for work.
His voice was bright and energetic over the line. "Sorry to bother you, but a package arrived for you-no sender info. It seems kind of important. Should I deliver it to the Alpha Manor for you?"
"No need, Leo," I replied immediately. "I'll come by myself. And while I'm at it, could you get started on the planning for the next Moonlight Salon? I've got some new ideas for that."
After hanging up, I changed into a sleek black outfit and drove over to the Rose Gallery.
The gallery, located in the priciest part of the city's financial district, was a striking blend of black steel and glass-modern, understated, but undeniably sophisticated. As I walked through the doors, the staff paused and nodded politely at me.
"Good evening, Ms. Rebecca."
Here, I wasn't someone's ex-wife. I wasn't the worthless one without a wolf spirit. Here, I was the boss.
Leo hurried over and handed me a thick kraft paper envelope. "This is it, ma'am. Feels like documents inside."
I took the mysterious package, and an uneasy feeling gripped my chest. I walked up to my top-floor office and tore the seal open.
What fell out wasn't a contract or papers I expected, but a few thin sheets.
They were hospital test reports.
The moment my eyes landed on the "Patient Name" section, my blood ran cold.
Silvia.
My fingers trembled as I read line by line. Injury assessments, chest CT analysis, immune system evaluations... Every line, every clinical term, every piece of data spelled out one irrefutable truth.
All of Silvia's test results were perfectly normal.
The whole "only six months to live" story, the "too frail to handle the cold" tale...
It was all a lie.
Author's POV
The Bloodmoon Pack
Inside the expansive office, Alpha Hebert stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city's nightscape.
Behind him, Marcus, his Beta, leaned against the desk. "The package has been delivered to Luna Ashley's hands. Alpha, why not just go to her directly? You've been watching her for so long. You could walk right into that pack and take her back-no one would dare stand in your way."
Hebert didn't turn around. "She's not like other females. She doesn't need any charity. Unless she's in grave danger, I will not show my face."
Marcus shook his head. "If you keep this up, you'll never have her."
Hebert turned, a sharp, lethal smile flickering in his eyes. He walked back to his desk, his fingers rhythmically tapping the surface.
Ashley's image surfaced in his mind-the woman who had been trampled by the pack's gossip yet kept her spine perfectly straight. She had her pride, her secrets, and her own gallery empire. She wasn't a weakling in need of saving; she was a prize worthy of a conquest.
He had known about Silvia's little game for a long time. He was the one who arranged for those lab results to end up in Ashley's hands. He wanted her to see the truth with her own eyes. He wanted her to realize, in her most vulnerable moment, that Brian could never give her the freedom and respect she craved.
Only he could.
He wouldn't appear just yet. He would wait. He would wait for her to be utterly disillusioned with Brian, wait for her to face the pack's pressure alone, and wait for her to realize she needed a truly powerful Alpha. Only then would he appear before her in his most dominant form.
"No," Hebert's voice was resolute. "Soon, she will be mine."
He had seen through Brian's weakness, Silvia's lies, and most of all, through Ashley's proud but lonely heart.
"She will be mine," Hebert repeated. "No matter how long it takes, I will make her belong to me willingly. In the entire East Coast, no one can snatch her from my grasp."
Outside, the night grew darker, stretching toward the direction of Ashley's apartment. A cold, predatory curve pulled at the corner of his lips.
Soon, everything would go exactly according to his plan.
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7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
7.3
Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom.
When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic.
But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead.
Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch.
"She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind.
From that moment, the nightmare only escalated.
Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip.
The final humiliation came at the Met Gala.
Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack.
He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom.
Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid.
She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry.
Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child?
Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow.
Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her.
"A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand.
Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury.
She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.
7.5
Kaitlyn Barton POV:
After three years building my family's hotel empire abroad, I came home to New York, expecting a warm embrace from my childhood fiancé, Edwin.
Instead, he greeted me with a warning. He told me to be gentle with his new girlfriend, Kacy, painting me as a villain before I even knew her name.
At my own welcome-home party, he let her stage a dramatic fall and then publicly blamed me for it, his eyes burning with a hatred I'd never seen.
He cradled her in his arms as if she were a fragile doll I had broken.
"Happy now, Kaitlyn?" he snarled, shattering twenty years of our shared history in front of everyone we knew.
In his eyes, I was no longer his love, but a monster he needed to protect his new flame from.
As he stormed out, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Everett Rowe, the man who had quietly loved me for five years.
"If you are truly ready, I will marry you. Right now. Just say the word."
My fingers moved on their own.
"Yes," I typed. "I'll marry you."
The moment I stepped back onto New York soil, a city I had once shared completely with Edwin, he greeted me not with a hug, but with a warning about his new girlfriend, painting me as the villain before I even knew her name. Three years abroad, cultivating my family's hotel empire, had prepared me for many business battles, but nothing for the cold, calculated betrayal that awaited me at home. He had replaced me, and then twisted our shared history, turning me into the aggressor he now needed protection from. This was not the reunion I had envisioned, nor the Edwin I remembered. My heart, which had swelled with anticipation, now froze into a solid block of ice.
8.2
In our beast world, females are treated as nothing more than precious breeding stock to keep the pack strong. As the pack's best Mender, I spent all my time focusing on my healing herbs, completely ignoring my maturity ritual.
But tonight, the blind pack elder grabbed my wrist and delivered a chilling ultimatum.
If I don't choose my mates by the next Full Moon, the Council of Elders will force a match and assign them to me.
The threat is already suffocating. Arrogant, elite warriors like Caleb Quinn are pacing outside my door like starving wolves, stalking my porch and using pack business to corner me. At home, the reality of multiple mates is even worse. My mother has two mates—my father, the strongest Alpha, and my cold, intellectual step-father. Their toxic, murderous jealousy turns our house into a daily war zone. They literally unleash suffocating killing intent on innocent cubs just for hugging my mother.
I am disgusted by this sick, possessive obsession. I refuse to let my life become a battlefield of jealous males fighting over who gets to guard my door, and I absolutely refuse to be forced into a harem by the Elders.
So, I made a declaration that shocked my entire family and broke every pack tradition.
"I will only ever take one mate."
And to make sure none of those predatory warriors can touch me, I set an impossible trap.
"Whoever wants me must defeat my father first."
8.8
"I loved you with all my heart, but you betrayed me, cheating with me on her? Really?" Vionne Wallace said bitterly to her husband.
"Sign it! We are getting a divorce, I've come to realize Nora is the one for me. You can't even bore a child, barren woman." He said sharply, his void devoid of emotions
He could tell it all, he was in love with Nora, my own step sister.
Lene Wallace, was a fashion designer and also business administrator, she got married to the love of her life, Harrison Worthington
Just after 3 years of marriage, she couldn't give birth and the marriage started crashing, he cheated on her with Nora.
With a broken heart, she drank to stupor and had a one night stand with a powerful billionaire.
When her father found out, he was in support of Harrison and Nora, while he disowned her, giving everything he had to Nora.
She found out there was more to the one night stand man, when they met again.
He was her father's best friend
The one night stand was not just powerful, he had a connecting relationship with her father and her ex husband, he will get married to her and help her defeat them.
Will they come to fall in love? Or will she go back to her ex husband after this?