Escaping With The Alpha's Unwanted Heir
For three years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Alpha Julian Sterling.
When I finally got pregnant with his heir, I thought it would warm his cold heart. But the first thing he did when he returned from his trip was hand me a Mate Rejection Agreement.
He had brought back his ex-lover, Serena.
Julian coldly declared our marriage was just a political chore. To clear the path for her, he fired me from the company I built, watched her mock my late father, and threatened to throw me out as Rogue meat if I didn't submit.
The most chilling part was a hidden clause in the divorce papers. It stated that because I was a wolfless Omega, if I were ever pregnant, he would terminate the pup to protect his pure bloodline.
I had given him everything, only to be discarded like trash. I touched my flat stomach, terrified and disgusted that the man I loved would gladly kill his own child just to please his new queen.
"Prepare the documents to accept the rejection," I told my lawyer calmly.
Julian thought he had won, throwing away his useless, barren Omega. He had no idea I was taking his only heir with me, and I would burn his entire empire to the ground before he ever found out.
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Chapter 1
Vivian POV
The sterile, bleach-heavy air of the Pack-affiliated medical center on the Upper East Side did nothing to calm my racing heart. I sat on the edge of the examination table, my hands tightly gripping the crinkling paper beneath me.
Dr. Smith, the senior Pack Doctor, stood before me with an unmarked folder. Her usually warm eyes were clouded with a deep, terrifying gravity.
"You are pregnant, Luna," she said softly.
For a fraction of a second, a desperate spark of hope ignited in my chest. A pup. An heir. Maybe this was the miracle I needed to bridge the freezing chasm between me and my husband, Alpha Julian Sterling. Maybe a child of his own blood would finally awaken his dormant mate instincts and make him look at me as more than just a political obligation.
But Dr. Smith didn't smile. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a hushed, urgent whisper. "Vivian, you must listen to me. This is an extremely dangerous pregnancy. You are a wolfless Omega. You don't have the accelerated healing or the physical resilience of a shifted wolf." She paused, her words heavy with dread. "The pup's Alpha blood will be a fire your body may not be able to contain. Any severe emotional distress or physical trauma could be catastrophic for both of you."
The spark of hope instantly turned to ash, replaced by a suffocating terror. My body was a fragile vessel carrying a raging inferno. If the Pack Elders—the very people who despised my "tainted" bloodline—found out about this vulnerability, they would strip this child from me, or worse, terminate it to protect the Alpha's legacy.
"No one can know," I breathed out, my voice trembling but resolute. I looked up, meeting Dr. Smith's eyes. "Not the Elders. And especially not Julian. Keep this completely off the Pack records. I will pay for everything in cash, from my personal accounts."
Dr. Smith hesitated, torn between her duty to the Alpha and her oath as a healer. But seeing the fierce, desperate plea of a mother in my eyes, she slowly nodded.
Hours later, I stood alone in the cavernous, echoing space of the VIP private terminal at the Sterling Pack's airfield.
Because I was wolfless, I was deaf to the Pack's *Mind-Link*. I had to rely on human flight trackers just to discover that my own husband was returning from Europe a day early. I had come here to surprise him, clinging to the foolish fantasy that I could still save our dying mate-bond.
But the terminal was empty. The sleek black private jet sat on the tarmac, its engines already cooling.
Then, it hit me. The scent.
It lingered in the air, a heavy, invisible ghost. The intoxicating aroma of winter storm and ancient pine—Julian. My soul instinctively reached out for it, but violently recoiled a second later.
Woven intimately into his scent was another. The cloying, artificial stench of hothouse orchids.
Serena Chase.
My stomach violently heaved. She was a high-ranking she-wolf, the daughter of the rival Redclaw Pack's Alpha, and Julian's former lover. The fact that their scents were so deeply intertwined meant they had been in close, undeniable proximity.
Panic clawing at my throat, I pulled out my phone and dialed Arthur Penhaligon, Julian's Beta. It went straight to voicemail. I tried again. Nothing. I was completely shut out.
Suddenly, my screen lit up with a breaking news alert from a gossip site. *Billionaire Julian Sterling's Secret Rendezvous?*
My thumb hovered over the notification before I forced myself to tap it. The photo was grainy, taken by a paparazzi hiding near a private exit. But it was unmistakably Julian. His jawline was set in that familiar, commanding way as he held open the door of a non-Pack SUV for a stunning blonde woman. Serena.
Footsteps echoed behind me. It was one of the Pack drivers. He looked at me with a mixture of pity and discomfort. "Luna... Gamma Stone has initiated the Alpha's Command for the security detail. Total radio silence. We are not to contact the Alpha."
The phone nearly slipped from my numb fingers. The Alpha's Command. An absolute, unbreakable order that forced every wolf in the Pack to obey. He was using his supreme power to hide his betrayal from me.
The cold reality washed over me, freezing the last drop of naive love I had left for him. He wasn't just distant; he was actively betraying our bond, our marriage, and our Pack.
I placed a trembling hand over my flat stomach. I was carrying a secret that could kill me, and my Alpha was harboring a secret that had just killed our marriage. I turned away from the empty tarmac and walked toward the exit. I needed to get back to the penthouse before him. I needed to prepare myself for the monster who was about to walk through my door.
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8.5
Synopsis
It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding.
David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife.
I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined?
And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real?
Read to find out.
9.3
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family.
Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb.
When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump.
"You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly.
To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding.
I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded.
But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot.
When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony.
Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number.
"You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."
8.3
Alena landed at JFK, eager to call her fiancé of three years.
But a sudden message from her best friend shattered her world: a high-resolution photo of Darrin passionately kissing another woman. The woman was Katrina, her older sister.
Alena rushed to the grand ballroom and confronted them in front of New York's elite. Instead of an apology, her own mother slapped her across the face.
"You jealous, spiteful girl. Trying to ruin your sister's happiness because you can't handle your own failures."
Darrin coldly wrapped a protective arm around Katrina. The nightmare worsened when they ambushed Alena at her apartment, demanding she sign an NDA to cover up the affair and save their family's failing business. If she refused, her father threatened to tell her frail grandfather the truth, knowing the shock would trigger a fatal heart attack.
Alena was suffocated by the sheer magnitude of the betrayal. Her family was weaponizing the only person who truly loved her, treating her like a disposable pawn to protect the sister who stole her life. How could her own flesh and blood be so sickeningly cruel?
Cornered and entirely out of options, Alena pulled a matte-black business card from her pocket.
It belonged to Andrew Spencer, the ruthless billionaire who had rescued her from the freezing rain, and the apex predator Darrin feared most. He had offered her a transactional marriage. If her family wanted to destroy her, she would become their worst nightmare. She picked up her phone and dialed his number.
8.7
Clara Vane had everything-wealth, status, and the man she loved. But on the night meant to celebrate her future, everything was stolen. Betrayed by her best friend Sienna and pushed from a rooftop, Clara's life ended in a single, shocking moment.
Then she wakes up three years earlier, given a second chance. This time, she will not be a victim. Armed with the knowledge of the future, Clara watches, plans, and turns the greed and arrogance of her enemies against them. Each calculated move brings her closer to revenge and transforms the innocent girl she once was into a woman of power and precision.
Her path crosses with Alistair Thorne, the city's most feared CEO-a man whose cold, commanding presence makes her pulse race. Dangerous, brilliant, and impossibly alluring, he becomes both ally and challenge, drawing Clara deeper into a world of high stakes, wealth, and deception.
As betrayal lurks behind every door and danger waits in every shadow, Clara must outsmart those who once destroyed her. In a city built on power, money, and lies, she has one choice: rise, survive, and take everything back.
9.0
For a whole year, April believed her billionaire husband, Bartholomew, abandoned her in Europe the day after their arranged wedding. She hated him so much she drunkenly prayed for his death at a club.
But he suddenly returned that very night, catching her red-handed. Instead of a divorce, he trapped her, threatening to bankrupt her bloodsucking family unless she moved into his penthouse to play the devoted wife.
Forced to comply, she attended a dinner with her toxic family. Her stepmother deliberately served her lobster—knowing April had a fatal allergy.
"Eat up, darling. I know hospital food is dreadful."
When April refused and exposed their massive gambling debts, her furious father raised his hand to strike her across the face.
But it was Bartholomew, the ruthless tyrant she despised, who caught her father's arm and snapped his wrist.
"If you ever try to touch my wife again, I will erase your family by sunrise."
April was completely stunned. Why was he defending her with such murderous rage? And why did he keep a cheap paper airplane she had made at age six preserved under a glass dome in his study?
The answer came that night. When Bartholomew stepped out of the shower, April saw the massive, jagged surgical scar sliced directly over his heart. He hadn't run away; he had been fighting for his life on an operating table. Staring at the man who had silently survived just to come back to her, April made her choice. She was going to uncover the truth behind his surgery and their past.
8.6
I met him on a rainy afternoon when we were both young, uncertain, and standing on the edge of adulthood.
Adrian Cole wasn't rich then. He wasn't powerful. But from the moment his eyes found mine, something inside me knew my life would never be the same.
We fell in love slowly... then all at once.
He was my first kiss under streetlights, my safest place, my greatest heartbreak.
And the man who walked away.
Years later, Adrian returns - no longer the struggling boy I once knew, but a billionaire CEO with power, dominance, and a dangerous intensity that still makes my heart tremble.
He says I've always belonged to him.
But love isn't that simple.
Not after betrayal.
Not after loss.
Not after the night that shattered us both.
Now he wants a second chance.
And this time... he refuses to let me go.