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From Rejected Mate To Alpha's Vengeance Novel Cover

From Rejected Mate To Alpha's Vengeance

Zaiden Ortiz, my mate of seven years, handed me a positive pregnancy test and announced he was going to mark his mother’s servant, Ophelia Brooks. "It was a mistake; I drank too much. I have to take responsibility. Once the pup is born and everything is settled legally, I’ll reject her. Just wait for me," he insisted, his voice laced with that infuriating charm that had once made me believe in him. "You love me because I’m responsible, right? Trust me." To avoid confrontation, he even brought his mother, Isabelle Ortiz, a Delta in the Ortiz Pack, to mediate. But this time, I packed my things and moved out of that cramped apartment willingly. I agreed to the arranged mating with Hugo Kelly, the Alpha of the Kelly Pack, a union forged by our grandfathers' alliance during the war. In the past, I had slapped Ophelia in a fit of rage, causing her to lose the pregnancy.
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Ophelia stamped her foot in frustration and snapped, "Are you trying to pull that move where you dump your mate, get rich, and then rub it in his face? That ridiculous bag of yours is clearly a knock-off. Real ones have two metal clasps, but yours only has one. How dare you flaunt it!"

"Being away from Zaiden must have been rough for you. There's no need to pretend you’re someone you’re not. If you need cash, just say so. At least my Zaiden is now a Gamma in the Ortiz Pack. After all the time he's spent with you, it’s only fair to offer some payback."

"Seven years, right? How about seven hundred bucks? That should buy about ten of those cheap handbags."

I’m not one to waste my breath explaining things to clueless Omegas. The handbag on the market usually has two clasps, but this limited edition, custom-made one only has one. People outside our social circle would never recognize it.

Just then, my phone rang. I looked down; it was a video from my mate showing him playing with our son. I accidentally tapped on it, and the sound blared through the speakers.

"My Luna, when will you be done? Reed wants you to bake cookies for dinner."

I quickly muted the phone. To my surprise, Zaiden's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Jasmine, what do you mean 'mate' and 'son'? Who is that guy?"

Ophelia sneered, "Oh my Goddess, Jasmine, have you sunk so low as to become a step-Luna? By the sound of it, this guy's probably some old rogue. You must be desperate. Does he smell like mothballs? How do you handle that?"

Zaiden’s face turned crimson with anger. "You’ve stooped too low! Are you really trying to make me jealous with some other guy? We’re adults now; this childish stunt is for pups. How immature can you be?"

"You’ve spent years out there, and this is what you picked up? Dirty tricks!"

At that moment, a group of pack members approached, chatting on their way to the meeting hall for the bidding meeting.

"I heard the Alpha of the Kelly Pack is incredibly handsome, but he’s never shown up in public. I wonder if he’ll attend in person for such a big deal."

"Looks like you’ll be let down. Word has it he’s staying home with his pup; his Luna is the one showing up today."

"Wow, I’ve heard she’s incredible, too. Their mate bond is legendary. Seeing her will be just as exciting!"

After they went inside, I turned to Zaiden and Ophelia. "The man in my video is my mate and that’s our son. My mate is Alpha Hugo Kelly of the Kelly Pack. Got it now?"

"I’m here to oversee the bidding for the Kelly Pack. If you don’t move aside, this bidding meeting is off!"

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