I Hid His Heir from My Alpha
For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond.
That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession.
The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me.
The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed.
"You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me."
My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.
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Chapter 6
Alessandra POV
The pain in my wrist was sharp, a grinding pressure that promised a fracture if I moved, but the fury in Caleb's eyes was worse. It was the look of a man whose ego had just been shattered by a girl he deemed beneath him.
"What the hell is going on?"
Kaia's voice sliced through the tension like a whip. She stood at the edge of our booth, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes darting from the shattered glass on the floor to Caleb's grip on my arm.
Caleb's expression shifted instantly. The snarl vanished, replaced by a mask of wounded indignation. He didn't let go of me. Instead, he yanked me closer, making me stumble.
"Your friend has lost her mind, Kaia," Caleb spat, gesturing to the sticky red mess on his face. "I came over to be polite, and she started pawing at me. When I told her I'm loyal to you, she threw a drink in my face. She's desperate."
I gagged. The lie was so vile, so effortlessly spun, that for a second, I couldn't breathe. "Liar," I rasped, trying to wrench my arm free. "Let go of me!"
"See?" Caleb sneered, tightening his grip until I cried out. "She's hysterical."
The air around Kaia changed. The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. She didn't scream. She didn't cry. She stepped forward, her movements fluid and predatory, the Alpha blood in her veins waking up.
"Let her go," Kaia said. Her voice was low, vibrating with a command that made the hair on my arms stand up.
"Babe, listen—"
"I said, let go."
Kaia moved faster than a human eye could track. She seized Caleb's wrist—the one holding me—and twisted it backward with a sickening crunch.
Caleb howled, releasing me instantly as he doubled over, clutching his hand. The entire bar went silent. Every wolf in the room turned to watch the Alpha's daughter towering over her boyfriend.
"My wolf would sooner fly than believe that lie," Kaia said, her voice ringing with cold authority. She looked down at him like he was something she'd scraped off her shoe. "You think I don't know a predator when I see one? You think I haven't seen the way you look at her?"
"Kaia, please—" Caleb stammered, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Silence," she snapped. "I, Kaia Moran, sever all ties with you. Get out of my sight before I forget Pack Law forbids me from ripping your throat out on Stonecrest soil."
Caleb scrambled back, cradling his broken hand. His eyes darted around the room, finding no sympathy, only the scorn of the pack. Humiliation burned his face a deep red. He looked at Kaia, then at me, and the hatred in his gaze was toxic.
"You'll regret this," he hissed, backing away toward the exit. "Both of you."
Thirty minutes later, we were seated in the corner of a high-end human restaurant on the edge of town. No loud music, no rowdy wolves, just the clinking of silverware and soft jazz.
"I'm leaving, Kaia," I said, breaking the silence. I kept my voice barely above a whisper.
Kaia froze, her fork hovering over her pasta. "You can't be serious. A rogue pregnant female? You're walking into a death sentence."
"Staying is a death sentence for my soul," I countered, my hand instinctively covering my stomach. "Isadora is back. I smelled her on him this morning. It was... suffocating." I looked up, meeting her eyes. "He loves her, Kaia. He washed me off his skin to make room for her. I won't let my child be a bastard in the shadows, watching their father play house with his true love."
Kaia's face softened, the anger from the bar replaced by sorrow. She sighed, pushing her plate away. "If you're serious... there's Gavyn Shepherd. The Beta of the Sun River Pack. He's back in town for the summit. He always had a soft spot for you in college."
"Gavyn?" I frowned. It was a lifeline, faint but real.
"He's a good man. He might help you cross the border."
"Like you tried to help Deric?" I asked softly.
The color drained from Kaia's face. The name hung between us like a curse—Deric Frost, the mate who betrayed her, the wound that never healed.
"Don't," she whispered, looking away. "That was different."
"It's the same pain, Kaia. I have to go."
Kaia went to retrieve her car from the valet, leaving me standing near the restaurant entrance. The night air was crisp, but it did little to cool the feverish anxiety under my skin.
"Well, if it isn't the little stray."
I stiffened. Chrissy Sweeney stepped out of the shadows, a smirk plastered on her face. But she wasn't alone.
Beside her, a woman sat in a sleek wheelchair. Isadora Pacheco.
She was breathtakingly fragile, with porcelain skin and large, doe eyes that made you want to protect her. But as she looked at me, I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the wind.
"Isadora," Chrissy cooed, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "This is Alessandra. The Alpha's... personal assistant."
Isadora tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over me, assessing, judging. "Oh? The one Demetri mentioned?"
Chrissy laughed, a sharp, cruel sound. "Yes. She's the one who's been sharing his suite. You know, taking care of his... needs... day and night while you were away fighting for your life."
The implication hung heavy in the air. Whore. Placeholder.
Isadora's expression didn't crack, but her eyes changed. The warmth vanished, replaced by a cold, hard glint of possession. She looked at me not as a person, but as a stain on her property.
"Is that so?" Isadora said softly. Her voice was like silk wrapped around a dagger. "It must have been hard work."
I opened my mouth to defend myself, to tell her I was leaving, that she could have him. But the look in her eyes stopped me. She didn't want an explanation. She wanted blood.
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7.7
My bank account was four hundred dollars in the red when my brother called me screaming from the most exclusive club in Manhattan. He said he was going to be killed or arrested, and I was the only one who could save him from the mess he’d made.
When I arrived at The Onyx, I found my brother on his knees, accused of assaulting a high-profile socialite. But instead of begging for my help, he pointed a shaking finger at me and screamed, "It was her! My sister set the whole thing up because she wanted money!"
The man watching the chaos from the shadows was Adrian Clemons—the billionaire CEO of the company where I worked as a lowly assistant. He didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me with a profound, exhausted disgust, as if I were a stain on his expensive rug.
To save his own skin, my brother didn't just lie; he offered me up like a piece of tradeable property. "She'll do anything," he pleaded with the billionaire. "She’s clean, she’s obedient. Just don't send me to jail!"
Adrian didn't call the police. Instead, he made a cold, terrifying business proposal: "Lend her to me for one year. I wipe your debt, and the cops stay away." My brother didn't even blink before he snapped, "Done. Take her."
I was whisked away to City Hall in a silent Rolls Royce, signing a marriage license before I could even process the betrayal. I wasn't a bride; I was a "human asset" bought to help a cold-blooded monster secure his inheritance.
The moment my hand accidentally brushed his during the signing, he recoiled as if I were contagious, his face turning a ghostly, panicked white. He made it clear that I was nothing more than a prop, a girl from the slums meant to spite his elitist mother.
As the heavy iron gates of the Clemons estate slammed shut behind me that night, I realized I hadn't just saved my brother. I had entered a golden cage owned by a man who hated my touch, but owned my life for the next three hundred and sixty-five days.
8.2
I went to a private clinic for a routine physical, only to find out I was pregnant.
It was impossible. I took my birth control every single day. But when the doctor tested my pills, they turned out to be high-purity vitamin placebos. My billionaire husband, Denton, had been systematically replacing my medication.
Yet, on our anniversary, he brought my sister Beverly home, demanding a divorce so he could marry her. When I refused to sign a settlement that left me with nothing, he froze my accounts and blacklisted me across New York.
My own father disowned me. When an old friend offered me a job just so I could afford prenatal care, Denton launched a ruthless financial attack to bankrupt his firm.
Then, Beverly got into a car crash. Denton's bodyguards dragged me off the street and forced me into a hospital trauma room. Beverly was hemorrhaging, and I was the only blood match.
I cried and begged Denton to stop, desperately trying to protect my fragile pregnancy without exposing my baby to the monster who controlled my life.
"Please, my body can't handle this. Don't do this to me!"
But he just looked at me with pure disgust and ordered his men to strap me to the chair, forcing the needle into my vein while threatening to kill me if his mistress died.
As I dragged my bleeding, cramping body out of the hospital into the freezing snow, my last shred of hope died.
I touched my stomach and made a vow: I would disappear, and I would make them all pay.
9.7
"Sign it. You're no woman if you can't give me an heir."
Niamh gave Marcus two years of her life, her unwavering loyalty, and her silent love. In return, the billionaire CEO served her divorce papers and a one-way ticket to the gutter.
Cast out into a rainy night with nothing but the clothes on her back and twelve dollars, Niamh’s story should have ended there.
Instead, she stumbled on a stranger in the rain.
In an attempt to save him, he kisses her senseless. He is the last Lycan King standing, and a man of terrifying power, yet he is haunted by a seven-century curse.
When the king has a taste of Niamh in the pouring rain, he knew he had to keep her for himself, even though she was human and it was against the laws of their kind not to mingle with humans.
The King needs her essence and Niamh realizes she could use her body to get what she wanted; revenge on Marcus and his mother for humiliating her and making her waste her time.
Now, the woman Marcus discarded is rising as a global conglomerate queen and a Divine Enchantress as assigned by the Moon Goddess.
While her ex-husband’s empire crumbles into bankruptcy and his body rots with a shameful curse, Niamh is learning that being "claimed" by the King is much more than the contract she'd initially made with him.
He wanted to use her as his cure. She wanted to use him for her revenge.
But in the Lumina Realm, the Goddess has other plans.
9.6
To save her brother's life, she signs a one-year marriage contract with a cold, powerful billionaire.
No love.
No intimacy.
No feelings involved.
At least-that was the deal.
Living under the same roof with Adrian Blackwood, she slowly discovers a man who protects her in silence, shields her from his ruthless family, and watches her like she's already his world.
What she doesn't know is that this marriage was never business to him.
He has loved her for years-quietly, painfully-waiting for a chance that finally came disguised as a contract.
When the truth is revealed and the contract ends, will love be enough to keep them together...
or will she walk away from the man who loved her first?
A slow-burn billionaire romance filled with fake marriage, hidden love, heartbreak, and redemption.
9.3
For five years, I was Ashton Miller's invisible partner, his loyal fiancée, pouring my life into building his empire from the shadows. Tonight, the Bronze Deer exhibition, my masterpiece, was finally opening at the Met, a testament to our shared future.
Then, Bianca, a third-tier actress, stepped into the spotlight in *my* custom Vera Wang wedding dress. My blood ran cold as Ashton's arm circled her waist, his whispered words promising to make her the "new queen of the city."
Five years of trust and sacrifice crumbled. I was a blood bag, drained and discarded. When I publicly exposed their lies, Ashton cornered me backstage, his face twisted in fury, threatening to ruin me, to blacklist me forever. I ripped off his engagement ring, tossing it at his chest. "We're done," I said, walking out as his enraged screams echoed.
The man whose empire I secretly built called me a parasite, his mistress feigning tears, painting me as delusional. My guilt vanished, replaced by freezing, absolute hatred for the man who twisted reality to erase my existence.
Standing in the New York rain, I finally pulled out the military-grade encrypted phone hidden for five years. The line clicked open instantly, a low, gravelly voice asking, "Is it you?" Before I could answer, Archer's voice hardened: "Give me the location. I'll be there in ten minutes. Who touched you? I want his life."
9.7
Elena Whitmore always knew falling for her brother's best friend was a mistake. But one stolen night with Grayson Hale changed everything, and cost her more than she ever imagined.
When he vanished without a word, she buried the past and built a life no one could touch. A life that included a daughter Grayson has never known.
Five years later, he's back. Wealthier. Colder. Determined to uncover why she disappeared, and why she's engaged to a man she doesn't love.
As old sparks ignite and buried truths begin to surface, Elena must decide if protecting her secrets is worth sacrificing the only man she ever loved.