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 8
Vivian POV
The next morning, the cold reality of my new existence settled in. Sitting in the back of the Pack sedan heading to Sterling Corp, my phone buzzed. It was an email from Arthur Penhaligon, the Beta. Copied on the thread: Alpha Julian Sterling.
Subject: *'Project Phoenix': Luna Liaison Appointment.*
I stared at the screen, my blood running cold. *Project Phoenix.* Serena’s rebirth, built entirely on the ashes of my marriage and my career. Because I was a wolfless Omega, deaf to the Pack's *Mind-Link*, this sterile email was my only connection to the Pack's ruling core. Julian was forcing me to personally oversee the handover of my own campaign to his mistress. It was a calculated, public execution of my dignity.
At 10:00 AM, I pushed open the heavy glass doors of the boardroom. The air instantly assaulted me. Massive arrangements of white lilies—the flowers of funerals—choked the room. But worse was the cloying, artificial stench of hothouse orchids radiating from Serena Chase. She stood at the head of the obsidian table in a triumphant white dress.
My newly heightened senses, a secret gift of my pregnancy, dialed the sickening scents up to a lethal dose.
"Vivian, darling," Serena purred, her eyes gleaming with malice. She spun around, deliberately waving a scent strip soaked in heavy musk and synthetic pheromones inches from my nose.
The aggressive scent of another she-wolf invading my territory was the final trigger. Deep in my womb, my pup violently recoiled, protesting the father's betrayal. A wave of intense nausea hit me like a freight train. I clamped a hand over my mouth, shoved my chair back, and bolted from the room.
I barely made it to the sink in the 40th-floor executive restroom before I retched. I splashed cold water on my face, gasping for air.
The heavy door slammed shut. The air froze.
Julian’s towering frame blocked the exit. His scent—winter storm and ancient pine—was laced with a dangerous, interrogating edge. His ice-blue eyes were dark with suspicion, his inner wolf, *Rage*, clawing at the surface. He was remembering my hypothetical question from yesterday.
"*What's wrong with you?*" he growled, his Alpha aura pressing down on my lungs.
Panic flared, but the fierce mother inside me took over. "Stress-induced ulcer," I choked out, forcing my hands to stop shaking. "It flared up."
To sell the lie, I reached into my purse and pulled out the relabeled bottle. I turned the label toward him—*Prescription Ulcer Medication*—then popped the cap. Holding his piercing gaze, I dry-swallowed a large prenatal vitamin.
The physical proof seemed to appease his beast. The suspicion in his eyes cooled back into glacial indifference. "Take a leave of absence after the launch," he ordered coldly. It wasn't care; it was a dismissal. He turned and left.
I exhaled a shaky breath, my hand resting on my stomach. I had just fed my pup right in front of the Alpha who wanted it dead, and he had no idea.
When I returned to the boardroom, the sight that greeted me solidified the ice in my veins. Julian was leaning over Serena, his large hand resting intimately on her lower back as they shared a private smile.
My phone lit up on the table. A text from an unknown number.
*This is Mark, Lily Evans' agent. Your husband is about to breach a multi-million dollar contract. We need to talk.*
I looked up at the golden couple, the Alpha and his chosen queen, completely oblivious to the storm gathering beneath them. Without a second of hesitation, I typed my reply.
*Downstairs coffee shop. 10 minutes. I'll help you burn them to the ground.*
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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.