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 7
Alessandra POV
By the time I stepped closer to her wheelchair again, Isadora's voice drifted up—soft, casual, like she was making small talk.
"He's going to mark me soon, you know..."
Isadora's words were a physical blow, harder than any fist. Marking. The very word sent a phantom pain searing through my neck, my own wolf whimpering in the back of my mind. The bond between Demetri and me, already frayed, felt like it was being strangled by an invisible noose.
"He feels so guilty," Isadora continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, though her eyes danced with malice. She touched her throat, tracing the porcelain skin where an Alpha's bite would go. "He promised that once I'm strong enough... I'll finally take my rightful place as Luna. It's what the pack wants. It's what he wants."
I couldn't breathe. The air around me turned thin and sharp, smelling of her cloying perfume and my own impending heartbreak. "He... he wouldn't," I stammered, the denial tasting like ash on my tongue.
"Wouldn't he?" Isadora smirked, tilting her head. "Why do you think he kept you a secret? You were a convenience, Alessandra. A warm body to keep his bed from getting cold while he waited for me."
She wheeled herself closer, her expression shifting suddenly to one of distress as she glanced over my shoulder. "Oh, my wheel... it's stuck. Could you?"
I hesitated. My instincts screamed at me to run, to get away from this viper, but the ingrained habit of an Omega—to serve, to help—made me step forward. I bent down toward the sleek metal of her chair. "Where is it—"
Isadora's hand shot out, clamping onto my forearm with surprising strength. She yanked me down until my ear was inches from her lips. The fragility vanished, replaced by a predator's cold focus.
"It must have been fun warming his bed," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "Thinking you could ever be more than a placeholder. You pathetic little Omega."
I froze, paralyzed by the sheer toxicity of her tone. In that split second of my shock, Isadora threw her weight backward.
"No!" she shrieked, her voice piercing the night air. "Alessandra, please don't!"
With a violent jerk, she tipped the wheelchair over. Metal crashed against the pavement, and Isadora hit the ground with a sickening thud.
"Isadora!" Chrissy screamed, pointing a shaking finger at me. "Alpha! I saw it! She pushed her!"
Before I could even process the setup, the atmosphere exploded. A wave of pure, unadulterated Alpha power slammed into me before I saw him.
"Demetri, wait—"
I didn't get to finish. A hand of steel slammed into my chest, not to hold, but to repel. Demetri didn't just push me; he unleashed his fury. I flew backward, the world spinning until my spine collided with the iron railing of the restaurant steps.
Crack.
Agony radiated from my lower back, blinding and white-hot. I crumpled to the concrete, gasping for air that wouldn't come. Through the haze of pain, I saw Demetri kneeling beside Isadora, his face a mask of terror I had never seen him wear for me.
"Issy," he choked out, gathering her into his arms. Blood trickled from a cut on her forehead, staining his white shirt.
"I didn't..." I wheezed, trying to push myself up, but a sharp, cramping pain twisted in my lower abdomen. "Demetri, I didn't touch her..."
He turned to me then. His eyes were pitch black, his wolf fully surfaced and murderous. "Silence!"
The command vibrated through my bones, forcing my mouth shut against my will. He stood, lifting Isadora as if she weighed nothing. He looked at me with such profound hatred that my soul withered.
"If anything happens to her," he snarled, his voice low and deadly, "I will destroy you."
He turned his back on me, marching toward his car. Chrissy scrambled after them, casting a triumphant sneer in my direction.
I tried to call out, but the pain in my stomach sharpened into a knife twist. A warm, wet sensation spread between my legs. Panic, cold and absolute, flooded my veins.
"No," I whispered, clutching my stomach as the world began to tilt and gray. "My baby..."
The darkness rushed in, swallowing me whole.
Demetri POV
The drive to the Pack Clinic was a blur of red rage and white fear. Isadora was sobbing softly against my chest, her small body trembling. But as I paced the sterile hallway of the private ward, the adrenaline began to fade, leaving behind a gnawing unease.
My wolf paced in the back of my mind, agitated, scratching at the walls of my skull. Mate hurt. Mate bleeding.
I shoved the thought away. Alessandra had attacked Isadora. I saw Isadora on the ground. I heard Chrissy. The evidence was right there.
I pushed open the door to the private ward. Isadora lay on the bed, a small bandage on her forehead. She looked tiny, fragile—everything Alessandra was not.
"Demetri," she breathed, reaching for my hand.
"Tell me what happened," I demanded, though my voice was gentle. "Did she threaten you?"
Isadora looked down, her lashes fluttering against her pale cheeks. "Please, Demetri. Don't be angry with her. She... she was upset. I think she's jealous." She squeezed my hand, looking up with wide, tear-filled eyes. "She's just an Omega. She gets emotional. It was my fault for provoking her with my presence. I shouldn't have come."
The knot in my chest loosened. It made sense. Alessandra was weak, prone to outbursts. Isadora was an angel, defending the very woman who hurt her.
"Rest," I said, kissing her knuckles. "I'll handle it."
I turned and walked out, the doubt in my gut silenced by my anger. I didn't see the way Isadora's tears instantly dried, or the cold, victorious smile that curled her lips as the door clicked shut.
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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.