My Alpha Mate Rejected My Divine Pregnancy
Lila Ashworth is believed to be the weakest omega in Silver Moon Pack since the night she was found nearly drowning as a child, when the Elders failed to detect her true powers. She shares the secret of her unexpected pregnancy only with Elena, her surrogate mother, having no idea how it happened. When Alpha Kai publicly rejects her as his mate despite their true bond, choosing duty over love, her rival Raven exposes the pregnancy, leading to Lila's exile from the pack.
During her exile, Lila discovers she carries the ancient Moon Goddess bloodline, making her one of the most powerful werewolves alive. Under the training of Marcus Chen, a former military supernatural expert, she transforms from weak omega to formidable warrior while raising her twin children, Aria and Ash, who display extraordinary abilities. Through her wolf Eryndra, she learns to control her supernatural powers.
Years later, Lila returns to Silver Moon Pack intending to collect Elena and take revenge, but finds the pack under threat from devastating war. When pack members doubt her again, she reveals the full extent of her powers in battle. Her return catches the attention of ruthless Alpha King Dante Blackwood, who demands to claim her through forced mating, threatening to kill anyone who opposes him. Though Lila wants to fight back, the Moon Goddess appears in her dreams and warns her against it.
Caught between her remorseful former mate Kai and the politically powerful Dante, Lila must navigate deadly pack politics while protecting her children. As supernatural war erupts, she embraces her destiny as the prophesied leader who will unite all werewolf packs.
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Chapter 6
"I have something to say."
The pack had not even finished laughing at the rejection when I heard Raven's voice, loud and sharp.
My chest was still rising and falling too fast, I was still trying to breathe.
Every eye in the field shifted to her. My stomach twisted and my heart skipped, already knowing she wasn't about to offer comfort because I knew Raven thrived on my spectacle.
"She's hiding something from you all,"
My eyes immediately got teary, cause I knew exactly what she was about to say.
"Lila, the weakling Omega, is pregnant." she blurted out without even blinking twice.
Gasps broke out from the pack and I heard my name in whispers;
Pregnant? With whose child?
An omega carrying pups? Disgraceful.
She thought she could be Luna while hiding this?
"That is a grave accusation, Raven. Do you have proof?" Elder Thanon said watching everything that has been happening.
"If you dare to speak lies during the sacred mate ceremony, you know the punishment is blood bound." Another elder said.
"Would I risk the Goddess's punishment for a lie?" she asked sweetly, bowing her head in mock respect.
"Do you have proof?". Beta Alex asked
I turned to look at Alpha Kai's face, but nothing. I saw no reaction, he just watched Raven keenly.
"Well, I heard her and Elena whispering. I heard Elena promise to help her hide it. And I heard Lila admit it was true." She said.
My throat tightened, my body trembling as though all the air in my lungs had been sucked away.
Not only had my mate rejected me, but now my secret is out there.
"Those are strong allegations and how are we supposed to believe you??" Elder Thanon asked "Anyone can come up with that, we need evidence"
Raven's smile widened. "I knew you guys would ask that. And yes, I have evidence". She flicked her hand and the shadows around her seemed to stir, answering her command.
"The other day when Lila fainted during chores, it seemed odd to me. No matter how hard she is pushed during chores she never breaks down. So I decided to keep an eye on her, I knew Elena would see her so I decided to use my goddess-given power to monitor. In the evening of that day I went by her cottage and made the shadow of the tree in front of her place keep an eye on her for me and it did, if you want I can show you what I heard?" She finished smiling feeling proud of herself.
I stood there, bowing my head down in shame cause I knew the moment she mentioned her goddess-given gifts the whole pack would believe her. Elena had left the elders to come stand by me now, her hands wrapped around me.
Beta Zander snarled getting up from his seat. "You spied on your packmate?"
"I protected my pack," Raven snapped back smoothly. "If she had succeeded in hiding this, who knows what shame she would've brought to Silver Moon?"
The crowd erupted again.
"Pregnant?" I heard someone mutter. "With whose child?"
"I heard her speak with Elena and I heard every word. Lila had confessed and Elena swore to help her hide it from her mate, they also agreed to pin the pregnancy on whoever her mate." Now she's lying
Gasps rippled through the crowd like wildfire. Faces twisted with shock, irritation, betrayal.
Beside me, Elena stiffened, fury vibrating through her. "You're twisting what you hea..."
"Enough!" Zander's voice cut her off, his gaze torn between me and Raven. "Is this true, Lila?"
Dozens of eyes stabbed into me. My throat closed, words clawing but refusing to come.
Raven's smirk said it all. She had cornered me.
"Yes Beta" I replied solemnly.
"Does Elena know about it?" He asked
"Yes, but she wanted to tell the Alpha but I told her not to." I lied because I don't want her to be punished also.
The mate ceremony had been disrupted because of me.
Elder Thanon stepped forward. He was old, but his authority was unshaken, his voice broke the silence, steady and firm.
"First before I proceed, who is the father of the child?" he asked
Goddess what do I say to that still in Elena's arms
"I do not know, elder"
The pack shouted ahh in conjunction
He raised his hand for silence. His eyes lingered on me, soft with pity, though his voice was stern.
"Such matters of shame do not pass unnoticed, child," he said, his gaze fixed on me, but not unkind. "Deceit among pack members is no small matter, But the blood you carry... It is still in this pack. The Moon Goddess blesses every child."
"She is young and frightened." He continued "And her greatest mistake was not trusting her people. Let her pay her punishment in service to the healers, under the eyes of the Moon Stone. Let her labor until the child comes, and learn what it is to rebuild honor."
"Exile is reserved for those who shed blood or betray the pack to our enemies. This is not the same." He concluded.
For a moment, hope quivered in my chest like a fragile bird. Maybe it wouldn't be an exile. Maybe I could survive this humiliation.
"You are wrong, Elder." Alpha Kai said
He stood rigid, rage spreading out from him. His rejection still pounded in my chest, and now his words came like another wound layered atop it.
"This is betrayal," he declared, his voice carrying fury and finality.
I looked at him, looked at the man that was once my friend, the one that was supposed to be my mate and I saw only a stranger.
"Betrayal of me. Betrayal of this pack. She stood before us tonight, thinking she could stand by my side, when all along she carried another man's child. That is beyond forgiveness." He said "This is no small betrayal, it is an insult to me, to my bloodline, and to the Moon Goddess herself."
Zander's brow furrowed. "Kai, to cast her out would be harsh. Think about it carefully, the Moon Goddess....."
But Kai raised a hand, silencing him. His glare pinned me where I stood, his jaw clenched.
"I have thought carefully," Kai snarled. "And I say this: Lila of Silver Moon is no more. From this night forward, she is banished. If she remains, she endangers us all. The pack will not shelter her. The pack will not claim her. The pack will not even speak her name."
A collective gasp tore through the crowd. My knees nearly gave out, but I forced myself to stay upright.
Raven's smile widened and genuinely I don't know why she hates me that much.
"Lila is no wolf of Silver Moon. If she is seen within our borders again, she will be treated as rogue."
Elena burst into tears.
Elder Thanon's voice grew heavy with sorrow. "Alpha Kai..." he tried once more, but the decision had already been made.
Kai had spoken. And his word was law.
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Elena's punishment was quieter, they didn't even shout at her. Elder Thanon's voice cut through the air like cold steel,
"From this day forward, you are forbidden to administer medicine without supervision. You will be under watch," he said. "A guard will follow you wherever you go. Every herb you touch will be seen , every touch will be felt, every word you say will be heard."
Elena flinched as if she was slapped. She was still a healer, but she was no longer free. My chest ached watching her, her spirit bound in invisible shackles.
It's all my fault.
"As for her," He said to the guards "Take her beyond the borders and throw her out. And make sure she doesn't step foot here again."
Without hesitating. The guards shoved me forward, they obeyed in vicious delight. They dragged me across stone, dirt, and jagged ground until my knees and palms burned raw.
Some of the pack mates followed, laughing behind me. I could hear Elena sobbing closely as we approached the borders. I'd never seen her break before, not like this. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and I knew this was worse than exile.
The Alpha, Raven, the Betas and the elders stayed behind at the ranch.
When they reached the boundary, one kicked me hard, and I fell across the forest floor outside the only home I had ever known. I stumbled and fell, dirt filling my mouth and lungs.
I couldn't rise immediately. My body trembled, my breath shallow, but I whispered to the ground, to the stars, to myself:
"One day... one day, I'll walk back through these gates on my own terms. And you'll regret this."
When I lifted my head, Elena's gaze caught mine. Her lips moved in silence. Wait for me.
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7.8
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But at a high-society gala, I found him in a VIP lounge with a socialite wrapped around him. He told her I was just a "boring art piece display stand" he had to drag around until his trust fund was unlocked.
I didn't scream or make a scene. I mentally filed a "bad debt" report, tossed my emerald engagement ring into a glass of stale champagne, and walked out of his life. That same night, I found myself in a dark jazz club bathroom, using a strip of my velvet dress to stop the bleeding of a mysterious man with a gunshot wound and eyes like grey flint.
The fallout was immediate. Harrison blocked my credit cards, assuming I’d crawl back once I couldn't afford rent. His mother called me a "nobody" while simultaneously begging me to handle the family's medical emergencies because they were too panicked to function. They treated me like a tool they could discard and pick up at will, never realizing I had already moved my things into a cramped Brooklyn apartment.
I couldn't understand why they thought I was still their puppet, or why a black Maybach began following me through the city streets. I had saved a stranger's life and ended a toxic engagement, yet the air around me felt heavier and more dangerous than ever.
The truth came out at the hospital when the most feared man in the city stepped out of the shadows. It was the man from the bathroom—Collis Vincent, the ruthless head of the family. He didn't just humiliate Harrison; he took my hand in front of everyone and made a chilling declaration.
"Harrison is a fool to have let you go, Helena. Your arrangement with him is terminated. From now on, you'll be working with me."
8.6
I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon.
My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate.
In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts.
To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness.
But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target.
I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart?
Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room.
Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table.
Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph.
"I'll take this one, Papa."
She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence.
I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box.
Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée.
This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.
8.2
For five years, I was the invisible glue holding Damien Crawford together. I was the one who pulled him from a burning car until the skin melted off my back, and I was the one who donated bone marrow when he was on death's door. I even gave up a full-ride scholarship to MIT just to be his nurse.
Yet, he believed his mistress, Hadley, was his savior. To him, I was just the maid's daughter who changed his bedpans—a piece of furniture he could abuse while he planned his wedding to another woman.
But his cruelty didn't stop at verbal abuse. When my father suffered a massive heart attack, Damien refused to let me use the car, choosing to comfort Hadley over a fake panic attack instead.
His mother even slashed the tires to ensure I couldn't leave.
While my father died cold and alone, Damien stabbed a needle into my hand just to teach me a lesson about "respect," oblivious to the fact that the scars on my skin were the receipt for his life.
He didn't know he was torturing the only person who had ever truly loved him. But the girl who begged for crumbs of affection died along with her father that day.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number saved simply as a dot.
"He's dead," I whispered to the man on the other end—Anderson Morrison, the city's most feared Don and my sworn protector.
"I'm coming," he replied, his voice lethal. "And I'm bringing the army."
It was time to show Damien that he hadn't just mistreated a maid; he had declared war on a Queen.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
9.7
A monotonous, colorless life and dull relationships instantly fade into the background the moment you step into a completely different world-one with its own rules and laws. It looks so much like ours, and yet is radically different, for here live werewolves and countless other incredible beings.
Bring a cursed Alpha King's heart back to life? Ride off into the sunset with one of the handsome guards? Or fall for a dangerous witch and uncover the true face of evil? Wrap it all up for me-I'll take it!
An extraordinary world, vivid characters, blazing emotions, and passionate love with a touch of spice ❤️🔥
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"Quite an interesting hall you've got here," Karadeylis said without even glancing around, his steps bringing him dangerously close. "But OURS holds unforgettable memories of the time we unwrapped your restless little ass."
I gasped in outrage at his brazen words-especially with so many people around-but my panties betrayed me, dampening at the memory of exactly what that bastard had reminded me of.
"How dare you?!" I hissed, our faces now only inches apart. Goosebumps ran across my skin at the dangerous nearness. I could feel his hot breath on my lips, the heat of his half-bare body, and that intoxicating scent I knew too well. Our breathing came ragged, as if we had just finished running a marathon, unable to break free from the magnetic pull of each other's gaze.
"No one else dares-only me, Prepedollie!" the scoundrel growled, gripping me firmly by the tail and yanking my face closer to his as his eyes devoured me. "I warned you-once I found you, there would be no mercy!"
7.6
I was kidnapped alongside Cecilia Montoya, the new fiancée of the man who destroyed my life. Her fiancé, Damond Crane, was my ex-mate-the one who framed my father for treason just so he could marry her.
He arrived with a duffel bag full of cash, his face a mask of heroic worry for Cecilia. The Rogues took the money and shoved her into his arms.
But then their leader pointed at me, tied to a pipe in the corner. "What about the spare?" he sneered. "A little extra for the pretty Omega you left behind?"
Damond didn't even hesitate. He looked right at me, his eyes as cold and empty as a winter sky.
"She's nothing," he announced, his voice echoing in the silent warehouse. "A worthless Omega not worth a single coin. Do what you want with her."
He turned his back on me. He walked out the door with his new love, leaving me to be torn apart by monsters. In that moment, my soul didn't just break; it shattered into dust.
Just as the Rogues unbuckled their belts, a shadow dropped from the rafters. It was Waylen Montoya, Cecilia's brother, the most feared Alpha in the region. He landed between me and them, his power a crushing weight. He knelt before me, his voice a low, dangerous promise.
"Did you really think I'd let them have what's mine?"