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 9
Brian's POV
Time dragged on, second by second, yet the screen of my phone remained silent. Still no reply. Damn it, how dare Ashley ignore my messages? How could she?! I need to cut off all her financial support.
Once she's got no money, she'll have no choice but to crawl back. Without hesitation, I shot off the order to my Beta, Kael.
Half an hour later, the phone was still dead quiet. A surge of anger welled up in my chest, blazing through my self-control like wildfire. I paced back and forth in the living room, the restlessness eating away at me.
Me. The Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. Waiting for a damn text from a woman-a runaway Omega at that. What kind of joke is this? She was just some beggar I picked up off the street. Why on earth do I feel this hollow emptiness?
This has to be the bond messing with me. Not me, not Brian. My wolf. Werewolves can't stand it when a marked she-wolf tries to pull away. This possessiveness will stick until she bonds with another male. Only then will it fade.
I came to a halt, and the voice of the gallery owner who called herself "Rebecca" played uncontrollably in my mind. That voice was cold, decisive, carrying an unquestionable authority-like a blade coated in ice. Yet underneath that icy tone, why did I feel a damn trace of familiarity?
I shook my head, trying to wipe away such an absurd thought.
No way.
Ashley was nothing more than an omega who had spent three years as a housewife, a mere accessory with no wolf spirit. Her entire existence revolved around me and tending to those ridiculous plants. How could she possibly transform into someone running a top-tier art gallery and daring to stand up to Alphas?
I must be losing it, even to connect them in my mind.
"Brian?" Silvia's soft voice pulled me out of my restless thoughts. She moved her wheelchair soundlessly to my side, lifting her pale, beautiful face to look at me, her eyes full of concern.
"You seem upset, darling. Is it... Ashley?" she asked cautiously, as though just mentioning her name could be a mistake. "She still hasn't responded to you?"
I didn't answer, my jaw tightened instead.
"It's alright," she said gently, attempting to take my hand. I instinctively pulled away. "Your grandmother's banquet-I can help you prepare for it. I remember her tastes. Her favorite was-"
"No need." I cut her off abruptly, my tone colder than I expected. "You're not in good health and shouldn't overexert yourself. I'll take care of this."
I watched as the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, replaced by a cloud of hurt. A flicker of uneasy guilt rose inside me. I had promised to take care of her, and yet all I wanted now was for her to stay away from me.
She seemed on the verge of saying more, but my phone suddenly blared, the screen displaying a name that made my temple throb-Grandmother.
I took a deep breath and answered.
"Brian!" Grandmother's commanding voice cut through the receiver, sharp and no-nonsense. "I don't care what you're doing right now. At Sunday's family dinner, I want Ashley there. Got it? Ashley-your Luna!"
"Grandmother, about that-"
"No excuses!" She interrupted harshly. "Everyone in the pack's community is talking! They're saying you kicked out your legitimate mate for some frail nobody! You've embarrassed Blackwood Pack enough! Our family only recognizes Ashley as your wife, as our Luna!"
My fists clenched tightly, the joints turning white from the pressure.
"Also," Grandma's voice dropped, carrying a seriousness I'd never heard from her before. "The council has issued an ultimatum. You and Ashley have been married for three years, and yet there's not a single pup in sight. The pack is starting to question... questioning whether you have what it takes to continue the Alpha bloodline!"
"That's ridiculous!" I growled, my voice barely human.
"It's the truth," she shot back, her tone sharp like a whip. "The council demands that within six months, Ashley must be pregnant with an heir. Otherwise, they're going to reassess your position as Alpha! Brian, it's pack law. Not even you can defy that!"
"Bang!"
I hung up with a furious slam, hurling my phone at the wall. It shattered instantly, chunks of plastic and battery scattering across the floor.
The Alpha title... They actually dared to threaten me with my Alpha title! Do they even realize how much I've done to boost this pack economically? All they have to do is sit in their cushy elder seats, bragging about how many women they've slept with each year.
Rage churned inside me, so volatile I could hardly keep my human form intact. Ashley. Ashley! Was she really this crucial to the pack?
"Brian..." Silvia's trembling voice came from behind me.
I turned to see her standing there, eyes shimmering with tears, watching me in pure terror.
Ever since I gave in to Silvia's wishes, it felt like the pack had started spiraling out of control. And now, I was stuck trying to figure out how to convince Ashley to come back.
The pack elders are threatening to strip me of my Alpha title? Seriously? Why was everything perfectly fine when Ashley was here? Did I mess this up somehow? No, that's impossible. Ashley is still the Luna. I haven't officially removed her.
She has a responsibility-to give me an heir.
I crouched down eventually, my gaze landing on Silvia. "It's nothing, just some elders from the pack pressing about Ashley needing to have a child soon. Otherwise, they'll challenge my position as Alpha."
"And what are you going to do about it?" Silvia asked.
"I'll tell Ashley what I've decided," I replied firmly.
"But Ashley doesn't seem very willing," Silvia said tentatively. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
She spoke softly as her slender hand reached out, gently brushing against my chest in an undeniably suggestive way. It was meant to comfort me. I glanced at her-the woman I once adored. Her beauty was as striking as ever: sleek blond hair, clear blue eyes, and those full lips.
But the second her hand touched me, something felt... wrong. Off.
Silvia's touch used to carry this electric spark, calming that wild storm inside me in an instant. Now? There was nothing.
That strange void left me more agitated than before. Maybe it was the damage to her wolf spirit. Or maybe it had just been too long since I last felt her touch. Whatever it was, something had changed.
"No need." I gently pushed her hand away, trying to keep my voice soft. "Your health isn't great right now. You need to rest. I... I have urgent pack matters to deal with."
When I saw the hurt flash across her eyes, a wave of guilt surged through me. But my thoughts were too tangled, a complete mess-I needed time to sort everything out.
"I'll be back soon, alright?" I leaned down to place a light kiss on her forehead. "Rest up, okay?"
Without waiting for a response, I strode out of the Alpha Manor.
The cold night air stung my face, snapping me back to reality just a little. I knew I'd hurt Silvia again, but I just couldn't give her the tenderness she wanted right now.
I had to find Ashley. Whether it was the council's threats or the chaos brewing in the pack, none of it would be resolved without her. Things simply wouldn't hold together unless she came back.
The icy wind kept me sharp as I pulled out my burner phone and dialed Kael's number directly.
"Did you actually cut off Ashley's financial support?" I roared in fury.
Beta's reply came instantly, shaky and panicked. "Alpha Brian, forgive me, but Luna Ashley... hasn't used a single cent from the account you gave her. Not once. Not in the last three years."
What?! Then what about the expensive cufflinks she gifted me? The watches? How did she afford all that? Her father hadn't even left her a dime.
This is ridiculous. She's just a useless housewife. Where would she get the money? Unless some other wolf's been helping her.
The thought alone made my blood boil. Whoever it is, I'll rip his heart out with my claws.
I gave a direct order: "Find out who Ashley's been in contact with recently."
I have to know the truth-the reason behind her sudden defiance.
Has she really been hiding something from me all along?
All of a sudden, the voice of that gallery owner echoed in my head again.
My chest tightened as my heart thudded-no, it's impossible. Ashley's just a useless Omega. There's no way she could pull all this off.
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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?