One Night Stand. I Didn't Know He Was Powerful Alpha
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"Werewolves are just a fantasy. They can't exist in the real world. You don't have to say such absurd things just to claim my son as yours. Alpha, my ass!" -- Noreen.
"You left me speechless, miss, and therefore you must take responsibility. I couldn't have sex with anyone after that night you marked me. Now, be my Luna, and I'll give you the world. Besides, even without a DNA test, he's definitely my son. He has a strong Alpha aura." -- Alpha Thiery. "He's my heir, the next Alpha of my pack!"
Noreen Winchester never imagined that her reckless, unprotected sex with a mysterious, charming man, on the night her ex-boyfriend married her cousin, would transport her to a world she had previously only considered a fantasy.
That one-night stand caused Alpha Thiery to lose all sexual desire after a beautiful, sexy woman bit his mark gland during a wild night at his uncle's bar three years ago.
His inner wolf claimed that the woman, whose name he didn't even know, was his mate. But the woman was a mere human, and it was impossible for him to have Luna, a mere human.
Then, after many years, the woman appeared before him again, with a boy who was every bit like himself.
The problem was, the woman was not only a mere human, but also incredibly stubborn, believing that anything related to werewolves, vampires, witches, and all supernatural creatures existed only in children's fantasy tales.
Alpha Thiery had to prove that he was a real being, not just a fairy tale creature. More than that, the child she bore was his flesh and blood, the next Alpha of his pack, and he had to have him. necessary, with her, too. Even if she was only a mere human.
One Night Stand. I Didn't Know He Was Powerful Alpha Chapter 1
"I'm... Uh... Pregnant."
Theodore and Maria Winchester exchanged glances. Confusion colored their expressions.
"Honey, it's not April," Maria said softly. "You don't have to make jokes, and even if it were, they weren't funny at all."
Theodore cupped his wife's hands on the table. He had studied Noreen's face as she spoke and knew that what his only daughter had said had nothing to do with April Fool's Day.
"Noreen, are you serious?" Theodore asked, his voice trembling. "How long has it been?"
"Wait," Maria said nervously. "What, oh my God, Noreen? You're really... Pregnant?"
Noreen clenched the hem of her dress tightly, until her knuckles turned white. Her chest felt tight and her throat dry. She felt her eyes burning with the tears she was holding back.
Preparing herself to say this embarrassing thing was hard enough, but seeing her mother's face turn pale and her father's face contorted in pain was even worse.
Noreen nodded, and as expected, Maria burst into tears. She shook in Theodore's arms. Noreen lowered her head, and a single tear fell onto her skirt, followed by another.
She dug her nails into her thighs, trying to keep her sobs from becoming louder and louder. She couldn't collapse now. This was just the beginning.
"How... no, who is it?" Theodore asked in a low voice. "Do I know him?"
It was a question that haunted Noreen for nights after she learned that life was growing inside her womb.
Noreen shook her head. "I d-don't know h-him. It was... a one-night stand, w-when I went to the club, on Veronica and Thomas's wedding night."
Maria's sobs intensified, while Theodore sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"W-what?" Maria whispered. "Is that true?"
Noreen nodded and wiped her eyes and wet cheeks. "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I am really sorry. I never want to disappoint you. I realize my mistake, and I will take full responsibility. I hope you won't ask me to abort this baby. This baby is innocent. I will give birth and raise this baby."
Theodore could see the determination in Noreen's eyes. His only daughter had always been stubborn since she was little, but she was also resilient and hardworking.
Noreen stood up. "I...will pack my suitcase."
Maria released her hug from Theodore in surprise and stood, taking Noreen's hand.
"Wait! What do you mean you'll pack your suitcase?"
The corner of Noreen's eye twitched. Her mother's tear-stained face made her heart feel like it was being pinched by an invisible hand.
"I-I'll go," Noreen stammered, then lowered her head. "I don't want to burden you with any further embarrassment."
Maria turned to her husband, who remained motionless. "Theo? Really?"
Now, Theodore stood up too. "You're not going anywhere, Noreen. You're staying with us, giving birth to the baby, and raising it with us."
Noreen was stunned. "Dad? B-but..."
Noreen had prepared herself to choose keeping her baby over her parents. She would leave home and find a way to take responsibility for her own carelessness.
But what she heard from her father was completely out of her expectations.
Her parents were well-known in the St. Orvalle neighborhood. Her father was a university professor and her mother was a middle school teacher. Many respected and liked them. Noreen didn't want that to change that because of what was happening to her now.
"There's no arguing," Theodore said. "You're our only daughter, and the baby in your womb is our grandchild, so we'll take care of you and the baby."
This time, Noreen couldn't hold back her tears any longer. Maria pulled her into a hug and patted her back gently.
"We're sorry, honey. If only we hadn't forced you that night..." Maria said, her voice choked.
***
Five weeks ago
"Mom, are you seriously asking me to be that bitch's bridesmaid?" Noreen asked, her eyebrows raised. "What were you thinking, Mom?"
Maria sighed. "Noreen, even though Veronica was guilty, she's already had her punishment. Remember how long she was sick after Lisbeth beat her? Come on, Noreen, she's your cousin, after all."
"I don't want to think of her as a cousin, and I have nothing to lose by losing a cousin as lowly as that bitch," Noreen hissed sharply.
"Enough, Noreen, don't go too far!" Theodore snapped. "It's important to keep our family together, and your business with Thomas should be over. Now's the time to show your big heart. In three days, you'll be her bridesmaid down the aisle!"
Noreen stared at her parents, angry, disappointed, and confused. How could they force her to be a bridesmaid for Veronica and Thomas, the people who had destroyed her dreams, her trust, and her self-esteem?
She and Thomas had been dating for four years, shortly before they graduated from college. It was Noreen's first relationship, and she loved Thomas sincerely. She believed Thomas felt the same way about her.
How naive.
Shortly after graduation, Noreen landed a decent-paying job in real estate, while Thomas took over the family business.
They started talking about marriage, and Noreen was excited. With the help of her best friend, Lisbeth, she began searching for vendors to organize her dream wedding.
However, two days before Thomas's birthday, when Noreen came to Thomas's office to surprise him with a lunchbox from their favorite restaurant, she was shocked by what she saw.
Thomas and Veronica, her cousin, were making love on Thomas's desk, amidst the scattered stationery and documents.
Noreen nearly vomited at the scene for a full minute, hearing Veronika's seductive moans and Thomas's groans of pleasure, before she snapped back to reality and, with full consciousness, threw the packed lunchbox at Thomas's head.
Two days later, when Veronica and Thomas, accompanied by Veronica's parents, came to Noreen's house to apologize, Lisbeth arrived and beat the cheating couple to a pulp.
No one could resist. Lisbeth was a national Taekwondo champion, and if it hadn't been for Noreen's intervention, Veronica and Thomas would probably be disabled by now.
Veronica and Thomas should have been grateful that Noreen was still motivated to stop Lisbeth, even though they still had to be hospitalized for three days afterward.
The incident strained the relationship between Noreen's parents and Veronica's-their mothers were sisters-until then, seven months later, Aunt Merly announced that Veronica and Thomas were getting married and asked Noreen to be a bridesmaid as a sign of peace.
Noreen couldn't fathom how her parents could accept that as a sign of peace? Had they been bewitched to the point that their logic was completely broken?
"Big heart, my ass!" Noreen snapped angrily. "You wouldn't want me to embarrass you by throwing up in their faces, because that would be too disgusting, would you?"
"NOREEN!" Theodore snapped.
Noreen's eyes lit up and she turned and went into her room. When she came back out, she was carrying a backpack. She walked past Maria and Theodore, saying nothing and even turning deaf when they called out to her.
On the night of Veronica and Thomas's wedding, Noreen put on her best evening gown, her newly purchased perfume, and grabbed her purse, winking at Lisbeth, who was staring at her with a wide smile in the reflection of the full-length mirror.
"Let's party, girl. I guarantee tonight will be the best night of my life!"
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One Night Stand. I Didn't Know He Was Powerful Alpha of Contents
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Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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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.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
9.0
I died on the cold delivery table, bleeding out while the heart monitor flatlined.
Through the blinding surgical lights, I heard my husband Damon's cold, final order to the doctors.
"The child is the priority."
He didn't care about my life. To him, I was just a vessel to produce an heir, a tool to fulfill his prenuptial clause and secure his billionaire empire.
While I took my last agonizing breath, he was already planning his future with his fragile, theatrical mistress, Jasmin.
In my past life, when he first brought her into our home claiming she was a helpless victim, I shattered.
I screamed, threw vases, and played the hysterical wife perfectly.
My desperate pleas for his affection only gave him the exact weapons he needed to ruin my reputation, isolate me, and ultimately force me onto that fatal delivery bed.
Until my very last moment, the suffocating pain in my chest wasn't just physical.
I couldn't understand how the man I loved could treat my death like a simple business transaction.
Why was my absolute devotion rewarded with a carefully calculated execution?
But then, my eyes snapped open.
I was sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed, exactly three years before my death.
From downstairs, I heard Damon's voice echoing in the foyer, bringing Jasmin into our home for the very first time.
This time, the scream building in my chest turned to ice.
I didn't cry or throw a fit.
Instead, I calmly swallowed a secret birth control pill, smiled at his mistress, and dialed the most ruthless divorce lawyer in Manhattan.
8.5
I spent six months choking down bitter herbs to cure my silver poisoning, just so I could finally bear pups for my mate, Alpha Holden.
But on the day I got my medical clearance, I discovered he was cheating on me with a low-level Omega intern.
Worse, I overheard him and my own brother talking in his office. My four-year marriage was a grotesque trap. My fake sister, Kylie, was the one who hired a rogue to cripple my wolf, and Holden only mated me to protect her from being exiled.
My entire family knew the truth, yet they protected the culprit while treating me like a cursed, wolfless burden.
When my brother violently spilled boiling soup on my stomach at a family dinner, exposing my horrific scars, my parents just rolled their eyes.
"Stop the pity play, Ariana," my mother sneered.
Holden didn't care about my burns either. He abandoned me on a freezing mountain road in the rain the moment his mistress called.
I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could sacrifice me for a fake daughter, or how my mate could turn our sacred bond into a sickening lie.
But I didn't shed a single tear. I secretly secured my Pack Identification Papers and gathered ironclad proof of his infidelity. I just needed one month to execute the Rejection ritual and walk away forever.
7.8
For five years, I was the flawless wife to the heir of the De Luca empire, securing billion-dollar acquisitions to prove my worth.
But my husband, Alessandro, still paraded his mistress in our home, publicly humiliating me as a "cold spreadsheet" while she sneered in triumph.
It didn't stop at infidelity. When I dared to cut off her credit cards, Alessandro decided to teach me a lesson.
He allowed his mistress to secretly file down the metal clasp on my horse's saddle right before a massive public equestrian event.
My leg was completely shattered in a horrific, agonizing fall in front of hundreds of elite guests.
While I lay bleeding in the dirt, my husband didn't even glance my way. Instead, he rushed to hold his mistress, shielding her eyes from the gruesome sight.
Later, pretending to be unconscious in the infirmary, I overheard him ordering his guards.
"Get rid of the saddle. It was just a lesson to remind her who's in charge."
He didn't just want me humiliated; he wanted me crippled and broken.
As the sterile smell of the hospital hit me, a horrifying realization set in—I was two weeks late. I was pregnant with his child.
The thought of my baby growing up in this ruthless, toxic family made my blood run cold, and the last spark of my love turned into absolute hatred.
The obedient wife died on that dirt track.
I quietly contacted his family's biggest rival and activated my secret scorched-earth protocol. It was time to burn his empire to the ground.
8.6
I am the last surviving daughter of a murdered Mafia Don, kept as a captive trophy by Julian Moretti.
To break my spirit, he systematically drugged my meals, turning me into a ghost in his gilded cage.
But the true nightmare began when he brought his childhood sweetheart, Linette, to live under the same roof.
When she pushed me into the estate's frozen lake and fell in with me, Julian didn't hesitate.
He dove into the freezing black water, looked right into my desperate eyes, and turned his back to save her.
He left me to drown.
I survived the icy abyss, only to face a crueler fate.
To cover up his betrayal and secure his power, Julian announced our immediate wedding, planning to parade me before the Mafia Commission as his conquered property.
When I swallowed poison to escape the ultimate desecration of my family's name, he simply revived me.
He pumped my veins full of paralyzing sedatives, dressed my limp body like a porcelain doll, and dragged me onto his private jet to New York.
"They will see that even a proud, wounded lioness can only whimper at my feet."
My father and brother had used their own bodies as shields so I could live.
How could I let my family's honor be trampled by the very monster who orchestrated their massacre?
As the plane descended into New York, the despair in my veins forged into cold steel.
If Julian wanted a Marino bride, I would give him exactly what that meant.
I would survive this forced marriage, and I would personally slit his throat at the altar.
