I Rejected the Alpha and Hid His Baby
The password to my husband's study wasn't our anniversary. It was his mistress's birthday.
Inside, hidden under a stack of blueprints, I found a document titled "Transfer of Guardianship."
It stated that upon birth, I would be stripped of all parental rights, and my baby would be raised by Kaleigh, the "Luna Designate."
When I confronted Jacob, the Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, he didn't even flinch.
"Kaleigh is wolfless and barren," he said coldly, sipping his whiskey. "She has the political connections to be Luna. You are just an Omega."
"I am your wife!" I screamed.
"You are an incubator," he corrected me. "Your genes are useful. Your status is not."
He then tossed a key on the table. It was for a hidden condo. He told me that after they took my son, I could live there as his secret mistress for "stress relief."
Kaleigh even mind-linked me, laughing as she called me a vessel, bragging that Jacob had never marked me because he was saving his bite for her.
I realized then that running wasn't enough. To save my son, Aurelia Flynn had to cease to exist.
I bought a vial of "The Widow's Kiss"—a poison that stops the heart for ten minutes—and lit a match.
As the flames consumed our penthouse, I drank the poison and let the world believe the Alpha's rejected mate had committed suicide.
Ten years later, deep in the mountains, Jacob stumbled into a clearing while inspecting land.
He fell to his knees when he saw me, thinking he was seeing a ghost.
"Aurelia? I buried you..."
"You buried a memory," I said, my voice commanding him with a power he had never known I possessed.
Then, a boy stepped out from behind me. He had Jacob's jawline, but his eyes were molten gold, and his aura was that of a legendary White Wolf.
Jacob looked at the boy, trembling. "Is he... is he mine?"
"He is mine," I replied, my eyes glowing. "You wanted a tool for your mistress. Instead, I raised the King who will strip you of everything."
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Chapter 3
Aurelia POV:
The next morning, a courier arrived.
I opened the envelope. Inside was a copy of the contract I had tried to give Jacob. It had been ripped into confetti.
But as I held the pieces, a wave of nausea hit me. The paper had been scent-marked. It reeked of Jacob's pheromones-angry, possessive, and spicy. It was a warning. *I am watching.*
I went to the kitchen to make tea, trying to calm the shaking in my hands. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my temples. It felt like an ice pick driving into my brain.
*Good morning, incubator.*
The voice echoed inside my skull. It wasn't Jacob. It was Kaleigh.
I dropped the mug. It shattered on the tiles.
*Get out of my head,* I thought, pushing back with my mental shields.
*Jacob gave me access,* she purred. *He opened the pack link for me. He wants me to keep an eye on his investment.*
A ping sounded on my phone. A message from an unknown number.
It was an audio file.
My finger hovered over the play button. I knew I shouldn't. I knew it would hurt. But I pressed it anyway.
Low moans filled the kitchen. The sound of skin slapping against skin. And then, Jacob's voice, rough and breathless.
"My Luna... my only queen..."
I retched. I barely made it to the sink before I vomited.
It wasn't just disgust. It was biological. When a fated mate betrays the bond, the other partner's body rejects it. It feels like poisoning. My stomach cramped, and my skin burned as if I had a fever.
Another message. A photo.
It showed Kaleigh lying in a nest of blankets-blankets that belonged to me. She was wearing my silk robe. She was lying in the Alpha's den, the most sacred space in the house, a place only the true mate should enter.
She looked at the camera with a smirk, her eyes triumphant.
*He never marked you, did he?* Kaleigh's voice slithered through the link again. *Five years of marriage, and no bite mark on your neck. You know why? Because he was saving that spot for me.*
She was right. Jacob had always made excuses. "It's too primitive," he'd said. "We are modern wolves."
It was a lie. He just didn't want to stain his soul with an Omega.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The pain was clarifying. It burned away the last shreds of hope.
I closed my eyes and focused on the mental intrusion. I imagined a brick wall. I am an architect. I know how to build walls. I visualized laying each brick, sealing it with mortar, closing off the tunnel she was using.
*You can have him,* I projected back, putting all my hatred into the thought. *He is a broken man for a broken woman. But if you touch my pup, I will tear out your throat.*
I slammed the mental door shut. The silence returned, ringing in my ears.
I went to the bedroom and opened my jewelry box. I took out the silver amulet my mother had given me. It was the only thing I had from her.
Then I went to the closet. Hidden in the back, inside a shoebox, was a small crystal. A Resonance Stone. It was linked to Jacob's energy signature, allowing us to find each other in emergencies.
I took a heavy brass paperweight from the nightstand.
I didn't hesitate. I brought the weight down.
*Crack.*
The crystal shattered into dust.
Instantly, I felt a snap in my chest. The passive connection to Jacob-the one that let him know I was in the house-vanished. To him, I had just disappeared from the radar.
I packed a single bag. No clothes, just cash, my sketchbook, and the silver amulet.
I was leaving the ivory tower.
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Kael rejects her instantly.
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Instead, it burns.
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As an ancient prophecy resurfaces, Nara learns she is the last descendant of a lost bloodline-one powerful enough to break Kael's curse... or unleash a darkness even he cannot control.
Now hunted by enemies, betrayed by those she trusted, and torn between the Alpha who wounded her and the destiny she never wanted, Nara must rise from weakness to strength.
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Her power is awakening.
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or destroys their entire world.
7.1
BLURB: Ashley Marsh was left at the altar, her fiancé choosing her stepsister in front of all of New York. Labeled "The Rejected Bride," she vanished in a cloud of humiliation. Five years later, she returns, but the shy heiress is gone. In her place is Ashley Sterling-a venture capitalist so powerful, so untouchable, that the very elite who laughed at her now scramble for her favor. Her mission is simple: a calculated, merciless takeover of the families that destroyed her. But when the man who broke her heart sees the woman she has become, his regret threatens to unravel her perfect plan for vengeance.
8.6
Daria, an orphaned omega, thought finding her mate would save her and give her everything she had ever dreamed of... Until he rejected her, humiliating her before the entire pack. But after one night of unexpected passion, she falls pregnant with his child. Ecstatic, she believes fate has given her another chance, only to learn he wants nothing more than an heir to cure his curse.
Heartbroken and betrayed, Daria flees. Years later, she returns, armed with more than she could ever think to achieve. Now, she must choose: let their bond mend what was broken, or let her anger destroy everything he holds dear.
7.5
Julianna was drowning in a corporate warzone, fighting a massive department deficit while fending off her mother’s relentless matchmaking.
Then, a ghost from her past returned to shatter her reality.
Eight years ago, Aidan Caldwell walked out of her life without a word. Now, he was back in New York as a ruthless billionaire, and a pitch-black Maybach started stalking her in the dim underground garage.
She had no idea the driver hiding behind the obsidian-tinted glass was Aidan.
She didn't know he had just choked a confession out of an executive, discovering that her "betrayal" eight years ago was a complete lie.
"Stay away from her. The rules are mine now."
Aidan had warned his rivals, his sanity tearing at the seams as he watched from the shadows while a creepy coworker put an arm around her shoulder.
He shattered glasses and crushed her favorite white flowers in his penthouse, driven by a lethal, obsessive jealousy seeing other men touch what belonged to him.
Julianna was completely in the dark, feeling only a heavy, predatory stare pinning her to the cold concrete.
When a sudden, heartbreaking scent of cedarwood rolled out of the cracked car window, her brain short-circuited.
Why was this terrifying stranger stalking her in the shadows?
Desperate to save her career, Julianna recklessly agreed to fake an engagement with a wealthy heir this weekend.
But she had no idea Aidan had already rigged her company's crisis, and the predator was about to tear her world apart to claim her back.
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After five years of being sneered at as the "defective" Omega, I finally held the plastic stick with two pink lines. I thought this pup would finally make my mate, Alpha David, love me.
But when I rushed to his office to surprise him, I heard him laughing with his Beta.
"Sarah is just a pet," David's voice rumbled. "I'm micro-dosing her with Wolfsbane to ensure she stays barren. Rebecca is the only Luna I need."
My world shattered. I tried to run to protect my baby, but they hunted me down. Rebecca, his cruel mistress, framed me for attacking her, and David looked at me with pure disgust.
He dragged me to an underground fight ring. Rebecca whispered in his ear, claiming my unborn child was a rogue's bastard.
David didn't even hesitate. Blinded by arrogance, he kicked me brutally in the stomach, determined to kill the "abomination."
"David, please! It's your son!" I screamed, blood soaking my thighs.
He didn't listen. He crushed our child—his own heir—under his boot.
Only after I severed our mate bond and vanished did the DNA test reveal the truth: The baby wasn't a rogue. He was a rare Alpha Prime.
David went mad with grief, but I was already gone.
Three years later, the doors to the Grand Summit opened. I walked in, not as the weak Omega he discarded, but as the legendary White Wolf Queen.
David fell to his knees, weeping and begging for a second chance.
I looked down at the broken man.
"You killed your son," I whispered, my aura crushing him into the floor. "Now, live with the ghost."
9.4
I was once the princess of the Upper East Side, but now I’m just "debt wrapped in pretty skin." To keep my father alive in a federal penitentiary, I signed a contract I didn't fully understand. I thought it was about restoring my family's name, but producer Barnett Orr treated it like a bill of sale for my soul.
Inside his limousine, the air smelled like gasoline and fear. Barnett didn't want a star; he wanted a victim. He bruised my jaw and ripped my vintage silk gown to shreds, laughing because he knew I couldn't fight back without signing my father's death warrant.
"Don't forget who owns you, Felicity," he whispered.
When he dragged me into Dewitt Knight’s penthouse party, I was a walking disaster. I huddled in Barnett’s oversized jacket, my lip bleeding and my spirit shattered. The elite crowd didn't see a victim; they saw a fallen girl selling herself for a role. A former rival poured red wine over me, and the room erupted in cruel laughter while Barnett told everyone he was just "testing my commitment."
I looked up at the balcony, locking eyes with Dewitt Knight. He was a god in a bespoke suit, looking down at me with cold, lethal disgust. He didn't see the bruises or the desperation. He only saw a transaction he found beneath him.
"So the rumors are true," he said, his voice cutting through the music. "The Aguilars really will do anything for money now. Even this."
I was trapped between a monster who wanted to break me and a man who thought I was trash. No one cared that my father's life depended on my silence. When Barnett cornered me in a guest room later that night, his belt jingling like a death knell, I realized no one was coming to save a girl like me.
I fought back with a crystal vase, shattering it against his shoulder, but I was drowning in my own terror. Just as Barnett lunged for my throat, the door was kicked off its hinges. Dewitt stood there, finally seeing the blood on the carpet and the map of purple bruises on my bare back.
He chased the monster away, but I didn't feel safe. I locked the guest room door, wedged a chair under the handle, and slept with a silver letter opener pressed against my skin. When I crept into the kitchen at midnight and found him waiting in the shadows, I aimed the blade at his heart.
"In this house, no one hurts you," he promised, his voice a low velvet rumble.
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