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 7
Ashley's POV
Silvia faked her health issues to play the victim.
And the idiotic, arrogant Alpha-my ex-husband-willingly became her sharpest weapon, discarding me without hesitation.
My stomach churned violently, but this time, it wasn't because of pregnancy. No, it was pure, uncontrollable disgust. Brian, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, could have uncovered the truth in countless ways if he cared to.
But he didn't. He didn't even doubt her for a second. He swallowed her lies whole because he wanted to believe them. Because those lies handed him the perfect excuse to dump me and rekindle his new flame.
I was deceived. My husband, my marriage, the three years of effort and pain I endured-everything was built on a ridiculous lie. That woman, with her fake tears and fragile act, not only stole my husband but also turned me into the laughingstock of the entire pack.
I bent down, picking up the papers one by one. I didn't rip them apart. Instead, I carefully placed them back into the brown envelope.
Why expose her?
No.
I'm not going to do it. Brian deserves this. The best punishment for him is to let him stay deep in those lies, give everything for her, and then finally discover the truth. He should understand what it feels like to be betrayed by someone you thought you loved.
I locked the file folder in the safe, taking a deep breath to force myself to calm down. Walking over to my desk, I pressed the intercom button.
"Leo, come in. We need to go over the Moonlight Salon plans."
A few seconds later, my assistant Leo knocked and stepped in. Full of energy and highly capable, he handed me a document. "Ms. Rebecca," he said, placing it in front of me, "here's the initial layout and guest list."
I took the folder, but my mind was elsewhere. Then, suddenly, Leo's phone rang, its sharp tone cutting through the silence. He glanced at the caller ID, hesitation flashing across his face.
"Ma'am, it's Alpha Brian."
My heart clenched, tightening painfully in my chest.
"Answer it," I said, my tone calm and devoid of any emotion.
Leo hit the speaker button. "Good evening, Alpha Brian," he greeted politely.
"I need your assistance," Brian's deep, commanding voice came through the line with that undeniable air of authority. "I want one of my wife's paintings to be showcased at the upcoming Moonlight Salon."
My wife.
For just a second, my breath caught in my throat.
He still remembers that I love painting? That passion he once dismissed as a "pointless hobby," the one I buried deep in my heart-he remembers? A faint, almost laughable flicker of warmth stirred in my chest for half a second.
"She's always loved painting," Brian's voice continued, carrying an uncharacteristic trace of gentleness. "Her work is incredibly talented."
But the next moment, that flicker was extinguished completely, doused by a bucket of ice-cold water.
Because I heard Silvia's frail yet overdone voice: "Oh, Brian, don't say that, you're making me blush..."
So, the "wife" he spoke of was Silvia. The "incredibly talented work" he admired belonged to another woman.
Leo, my assistant, responded with his usual professional tone, "I'm sorry, Alpha. All the submissions for this salon were finalized two weeks ago. If you're interested, you can apply for the next selection round."
"The next one?" Brian's voice chilled instantly, dripping with arrogance, as though he couldn't believe someone dared to refuse him. "Do you know who you're talking to?"
"Brian, don't be like this..." Silvia's voice came in right on cue, trembling as if she might break into sobs at any moment. "I... I might not make it to the next one... I just wanted... wanted to leave something behind before I go. Please, sir, just think of it as granting a dying woman's final wish, will you?"
What a performance. The Oscars seriously owe her a trophy.
Leo turned to me helplessly, his eyes filled with silent pleading for guidance.
I took the phone from his hand, walked to the window, and lowered my voice, speaking in that cold and distant tone that belonged to "Rebecca": "Miss, we don't know you. The gallery has no obligation to fulfill the last wishes of a stranger. Rules are rules."
There was a brief silence on the other end, and then Brian's anger erupted. "You're absolutely heartless! All she wants is to showcase one painting! Can't you have even a shred of compassion?!"
"Compassion isn't a valid reason to break the rules, Alpha," I replied, completely unfazed.
I had the final say in this matter, and I simply didn't want her painting displayed.
"I command you!" Brian's Alpha authority came through the phone, his voice carrying that familiar dominance, trying to force me to comply. "Give her a spot now!"
I let out a short, derisive laugh, dripping with disdain. "Let me remind you, Alpha Brian. The Rose Gallery, while under the wolf alliance, isn't part of Blackwood Pack. You have no authority to order me around."
And with that, I ended the call.
The world fell into silence. I leaned against the icy glass window, and memories came rushing back like a flood.
I remembered, back then, when I shyly told him I loved painting. He'd barely reacted, just frowned a little and said, "You're the Luna now. Shouldn't you focus on more meaningful things?"
From that day forward, I never picked up a paintbrush again. The grand Alpha Manor had a greenhouse, a gym, a home theater-but not a single space that could be called my studio.
And now, for Silvia, this woman who only knew how to disguise herself with lies and tears, he, the Alpha, had set aside his pride to plead with a "stranger."
The difference between love and indifference could really be that stark, that cruel.
My chest felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand, the pain so sharp I could hardly breathe. I let out a bitter laugh. This was the man I had loved all these years.
"Ms. Rebecca?" Leo finally broke the silence cautiously. "Alpha Brian sent a message... He said, no matter what, he hopes you'll take a look at his wife's artwork."
Attached to the message was an image.
I was ready to delete it without a second thought, but against all reason, I clicked on it.
I froze.
The moment I saw the painting, I changed my mind.
I would accept Silvia's work for public display.
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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?