
His Unwanted Wolfless Mate's Secret Pregnancy
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I was the wolfless, arranged mate to Alpha Kain of the Blackwood Pack. The positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, the only hope I had left to salvage our freezing marriage.
But when I went to share the wonderful news, he coldly slid a *Dissolution of Union Agreement* across the table. His ex-girlfriend, Galilea, the "true Luna," had returned.
Overnight, my world was destroyed. Kain paraded her around the pack, suffocating me with her scent, and forced me to hand over my hard-earned career campaigns to her as a welcome gift. My packmates mocked my wolfless existence, even twisting my father's heroic death into a cheap transaction. But the most devastating blow came when I tentatively asked Kain what he would do if we had a child.
"I would not allow a pup born from a bond I intend to sever to see the light of day."
He would kill his own flesh and blood just to wipe the slate clean for her. The sacred mate-bond designed by the Moon Goddess meant absolutely nothing to him but a disposable debt. I was paralyzed by the injustice, terrified for the tiny, condemned life growing inside my womb.
Staring at the man who was supposed to be my soul's other half, my bleeding heart finally turned to cold ash. I swallowed my secret, walked into his office, and calmly asked when the rejection would be finalized. I needed to run.
His Unwanted Wolfless Mate's Secret Pregnancy Chapter 1
Seraphina POV
The crinkled medical paper in my hand was my only lifeline. *Positive.* I traced the printed word with a trembling thumb, my other hand instinctively resting over my flat stomach. A baby. I was carrying the next heir to the Blackwood Pack.
For a wolfless like me, this was a miracle. It was the ultimate offering to my pack, and more importantly, the only hope I had left to salvage my fragile, arranged mating with Kain.
I sat in my car at the edge of the pack’s private airfield. Kain’s black Gulfstream jet had landed over two hours ago, sitting silently on the tarmac surrounded by pack guards. Yet, my mate was nowhere to be seen. Because I had no inner wolf, I couldn't reach out to him through the mind-link. I was entirely shut out of his world, forced to rely on a human cell phone.
Taking a deep breath, I dialed his number again. It rang four times before the line clicked open.
"Kain?" I breathed out, a smile touching my lips.
"The Alpha is... occupied right now," a woman’s voice purred through the speaker. It was smooth, arrogant, and dripping with a dark, feminine amusement.
My blood ran cold. The smile died on my face. "Who is this?"
A soft click was her only answer. She had hung up.
The mate-bond, buried deep within my chest, let out a pathetic, phantom whimper. *The Alpha.* The possessive way she said his title made my stomach churn. I stared at the steering wheel, my vision blurring as a suffocating wave of humiliation washed over me.
Fifteen minutes passed in agonizing silence before I couldn't take it anymore. I redialed.
This time, Kain answered.
"Sera," he said. His voice was tight, rough around the edges, as if he was actively fighting to suppress his inner wolf, Rage.
"Kain, where are you?" I asked, my voice shaking despite my best efforts. "I've been waiting at the airfield. I have something wonderful to tell you."
"Go home, Sera," he commanded, his tone entirely devoid of warmth. "I had an urgent pack emergency. I'm meeting with the Silvermoon delegates."
"But... are you coming home tonight? We need to talk."
"We do have things to discuss," he replied coldly. "But not tonight."
Before I could beg him to listen, a sound drifted through the receiver—a silvery, mocking laugh. It was the same woman. The sound pierced my chest like a silver dagger, burning away the last shred of my naive hope.
The line went dead.
He was with her. The realization shattered me. The secret growing in my womb suddenly felt less like a gift and more like a heavy, tragic burden.
Hours bled into the night. By 10 PM, the sprawling Alpha villa was a tomb of modern glass and cold shadows. I had curled up on the massive living room sofa, clutching a velvet throw pillow to my chest, staring blankly at the muted television until exhaustion finally dragged me under.
I didn't know how much time had passed when the sensation of strong arms lifting me pulled me from the dark.
I kept my eyes closed, my senses instantly flooded by the familiar, intoxicating scent of my mate. *Pine after a heavy storm.* It was a scent that usually brought me a profound sense of peace. But tonight, it was tainted.
Beneath the sharp tang of expensive whiskey, there was something else. A heavy, aggressive floral note. *Tuberose.*
It was the scent of a powerful, dominant she-wolf. It clung to Kain’s shirt, woven into the fabric of his clothes and lingering on his skin. It was a scent that screamed of intimacy and claimed territory.
My heart violently seized. The physical pain of the mate-bond reacting to his betrayal was excruciating, making my skin prickle with cold sweat. The daytime phone call wasn't just a misunderstanding. The proof was right here, suffocating me in the dark.
Kain carried me up the stairs, his steps slightly uneven from the alcohol. He didn't say a single word. He didn't press a kiss to my forehead. He simply laid me down on the cold silk sheets of our king-size bed, turned his back, and walked toward the bathroom.
I lay frozen in the dark, my hands tightly gripping the bedsheets. The scent of the tuberose lingered in the air around me, a toxic cloud invading the very bedroom that was supposed to be our sanctuary.
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His Unwanted Wolfless Mate's Secret Pregnancy of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.

7.5
To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years.
But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms.
"Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now."
He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school.
He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.
He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy.
He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.
I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present.
Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?
Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.
If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.

9.3
Chandler was the secret wife of Avery Osborn, a powerful media heir who kept their marriage hidden to avoid the scandal of her illegitimate birth.
After catching him openly flirting with a rival at a gala, Avery mocked her low status and told her she was nothing without his money.
Instead of crying, Chandler immediately signed a zero-payout divorce agreement, left her wedding ring on his glass table, and walked out.
To numb the pain of her shattered life, she went to a notorious underground club.
Drugged by a bartender, she lost her mind and ended up having a wild night with a handsome stranger she mistook for a high-end male escort.
Panicking the next morning, Chandler transferred her entire life savings of $50,000 to the man to buy his silence, then fled to her corporate job.
But at the afternoon executive meeting, her blood ran cold.
The man she had paid off was standing at the head of the boardroom table. He wasn't a gigolo. He was Brennan George, the ruthless new COO of her company.
Cornering her in the women's restroom, Brennan held up a printed copy of her $50,000 wire transfer.
"Wiring a massive sum of cash to your direct superior after a night together is classified as commercial bribery and solicitation," he whispered dangerously.
Chandler was terrified, realizing she had handed him the exact evidence needed to destroy her career and sue her into bankruptcy.
"Marry me," Brennan demanded coldly. "It's the only way to make this HR problem disappear."

7.5
Ivy is the last heir of the fallen Highmoor Pack. At sixteen, she entered Silvercrest Pack by a blood contract and became the partner of Alpha heir Julian. For three years, she was loyal and silent, but never loved.
In a crisis, Julian abandoned her and chose Selena. Heartbroken, Ivy insisted on ending the contract. She refused Julian's gifts and threats, determined to regain freedom.
When Ivy was attacked, silver-eyed Silas Blackwood saved her. He is the powerful Lycan King, above all Alphas.
Ivy's wolf awakened and recognized Silas as her real fated mate.
Escaping Julian's control, Ivy broke free from her painful past. Protected by the Lycan King, she regained dignity and strength.
The abandoned Luna finally rises, embracing her true destiny and love.

7.6
To pay for her father's life support, Haleigh sold herself into a marriage with Fabian Blackburn, a ruthless billionaire in a deep coma.
But on her wedding day, she caught her boyfriend cheating with her stepsister, laughing about how they would steal the inheritance the second Fabian stopped breathing. Cornered and desperate, Haleigh secretly underwent IVF using her comatose husband's frozen sperm to secure the family trust.
Weeks later, a miracle happened. Fabian woke up.
But instead of gratitude, he treated her like trash. He threw annulment papers at her face, completely disgusted by the arranged marriage.
"If you try any dirty tricks to get pregnant, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you."
Terrified, Haleigh hid her positive pregnancy test and desperately tried to hack her way to enough cash to escape. But while using his computer, she accidentally opened a highly classified folder.
Inside was a medical file and a photo of a severely disabled girl who looked exactly like Fabian.
Before she could process it, Fabian walked in. Seeing the screen, his cold mask shattered into pure, unhinged madness. He lunged across the room, lifting her off the floor by her throat, completely ignoring her desperate gasps for air.
"Lock her in the basement," he roared to his guards. "No food. No water."
Curled on the freezing concrete, clutching her newly pregnant belly, Haleigh didn't understand what she had just seen that turned him into a murderous monster.
But she knew one thing: if she didn't escape this terrifying estate, both she and his unborn heir would die in the dark.

8.5
Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her.
Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras.
"How could you disgrace our family name like this?"
Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite.
For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse.
Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar.
Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations.
She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained.
But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her.
Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan.
He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb.
"I will be marrying her."
Then, he carried Alexandrea away from her ten-year prison, ordering his men to dig up the Terry family's darkest secrets and her true identity.











