Rejected By The Alpha, Carrying His Secret Pup
On our third anniversary, I found out I was pregnant with Alpha Graves's heir, a miracle for my wolfless body.
But when I went to the Grand Hall to share the news, I found him tenderly holding his "dead" first love, Davina. He declared I was just a useless placeholder to appease his grandmother and prepared to sever our mate bond.
He immediately moved Davina into our estate and ordered our marriage portrait torn down. He treated me with absolute cruelty, forcing a toxic herbal brew down my throat that could kill my unborn pup, and even watched coldly as a rival Alpha physically harassed me at a dinner. The entire Pack mocked me as a soon-to-be Rogue, while Graves used his Alpha Command to trap me.
"If you dare leave before I officially complete the Rejection, I will make your home Pack pay."
I gave up my entire life and my design empire to be his devoted wife, only to be thrown out like garbage the moment his true love returned. If he ever found out about the Lycan heir growing inside me, he would surely lock me away and tear my child from my arms.
I won't let him destroy us. I secretly destroyed the pregnancy report and called my best friend. I am accepting his Rejection, taking my baby, and returning to the top of the fashion world as Sloane Todd.
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Chapter 2
Aurelia POV
"What are you doing standing in the rain?"
His voice sliced through the torrential downpour, sharp and devoid of the warmth he had just showered upon Davina. I stood frozen on the driveway, my soaked dress clinging to my shivering frame.
Graves’s jaw was clenched tight. I could feel the suffocating weight of his Alpha aura—a potent, dizzying blend of impending storm and rich leather—crushing the air out of my lungs. His Inner Wolf was pacing, agitated and restless. I knew it was because his Lycan blood could sense his mate's profound agony, but Graves, blinded by his own arrogance, clearly misinterpreted the primal itch as irritation at my disobedience.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Because I was wolfless, I couldn't use the Pack's Mind-Link to explain the shattered pieces of my heart, nor could I scream that I had seen him with his first love.
"Stop acting like a fool and get inside," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
He didn't offer his jacket. He didn't reach out to touch me. His indifference twisted in my chest like a silver dagger, carving out the last pathetic remnants of my hope. I lowered my head and walked past him into the freezing, cavernous estate.
Twenty minutes later, I emerged from the steaming shower, wrapped tightly in a thick robe. The hot water had done nothing to thaw the ice in my veins. As I stepped into the Luna's chambers, I halted.
Graves was standing by the massive four-poster bed, holding a ceramic bowl that emitted a pungent, bitter steam.
"Drink this," he ordered, stepping toward me. "Elder Cecelia just mind-linked me. We are visiting the Pack's healing center tomorrow morning. I will not have you falling ill and embarrassing me in front of my grandmother."
I stared at the dark, sludgy liquid. It was a specialized Pack Doctor's brew, potent enough to shock a werewolf's immune system into overdrive. For a wolfless human, it was harsh. For the tiny, fragile life newly blooming in my womb, it could be lethal.
"No," I said, taking a step back, my hands instinctively moving to shield my flat stomach. "I don't need it."
Graves’s eyes darkened, a dangerous rumble vibrating in his chest. To him, my refusal wasn't fear; it was a direct challenge to his Alpha authority. He didn't know about the baby. He only saw a defiant, useless wife.
"I wasn't asking, Aurelia."
Before I could run, he closed the distance between us. He lifted the bowl, took a large mouthful of the scalding brew, and dropped the ceramic onto the carpet. His large hand gripped my jaw, tilting my head back as his mouth crashed down on mine.
I whimpered, struggling against his iron grip, but he forced my lips part, pushing the bitter liquid down my throat. The moment our lips locked, the undeniable, electric *Spark* of Fated Mates exploded between us. It was a sensation that usually made my toes curl, but right now, it only brought a wave of sickening humiliation. I was forced to swallow the poison that could hurt my pup.
The taste of the herbs mixed with his intoxicating scent. The kiss, meant to be a punishment, suddenly shifted. The Spark ignited the ancient Lycan blood in his veins. His grip on my jaw softened, his other hand tangling in my damp hair as a possessive growl tore from his throat.
He shoved me backward. I hit the mattress, the cold silk sheets sending a shock up my spine. Graves loomed over me, his eyes entirely black as his Inner Wolf took control. He reached up, violently loosening his tie, ready to claim what the Moon Goddess had given him.
Panic and a fierce, maternal instinct surged through my veins. I couldn't let him touch me. I couldn't let this lie continue.
I planted both hands on his solid chest and shoved him with every ounce of strength I possessed.
"Stop!" I gasped, scrambling backward against the headboard. I looked straight into his pitch-black eyes, my voice trembling but crystal clear. "I want to perform the Rejection."
The word *Rejection* hit the room like a blast of liquid nitrogen.
Graves froze. The lust in his eyes shattered, instantly replaced by a storm of disbelief and towering rage. A wolfless weakling, a woman who supposedly needed his protection to survive, was daring to sever the most sacred bond in our world.
He slowly straightened up, the dangerous predator replaced by a cold, calculating businessman. He let out a dark, mocking chuckle that made my blood run cold.
"Is that what this is?" he sneered, stepping closer until his knees hit the edge of the bed. "More territory for your failing Pack? More gold? Name your price for not going through with this farce."
The insult burned, but it only solidified my resolve. He truly didn't know me at all.
"I want nothing from you," I said, lifting my chin. "Only my freedom."
Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. Graves stared at me, his eyes narrowing as if he were looking at a stranger. He didn't yell. He didn't command.
I gripped the edges of my robe, my heart pounding against my ribs as I asked the one question that had been haunting me all night.
"Why? Don't you want to reject me, Alpha?"
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Yvette whispered softly, but the resolve in her heart was unshakable.
Her heart shattered as she witnessed the wedding of Aaron-the man she had loved for so long, the very same adoptive brother who once gave her a sense of home-to another woman.
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Aaron knew how she felt.
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Just when she tried to accept that painful reality, she uncovered a truth far more devastating.
Belinda... was not as kind as she seemed.
The cunning hidden behind her gentle smile only made it harder for Yvette to let go-only strengthened her belief that the man she loved had fallen into the wrong hands.
The love she had once buried deep within her heart had now twisted into something far darker.
An obsession.
Yvette no longer wished to surrender.
She would take back what was meant to be hers... by any means necessary.
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9.7
Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for.
Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive.
Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself.
But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate.
With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."
9.3
On the first anniversary of our reconciliation, I thought my tech mogul husband and I had finally turned a corner. Then I discovered our entire marriage was a spectator sport. It was a cruel, year-long revenge game orchestrated by him and his lover, and I was the punchline.
For their amusement, I was poisoned with food contaminated with dog feces, publicly humiliated with a twenty-million-dollar auction scam, and beaten until my ribs broke by his family's private security. I endured it all, playing the part of the clueless, loving wife while they laughed about it in a group chat called "The Jillian Andrews Comedy Hour."
But their grand finale was a step too far. I overheard him calmly planning to leave me to die in a remote cabin during a blizzard, a "tragic accident" that would finally set him free to be with his mistress.
He thought he was writing the final chapter of my life.
He didn't know I was about to use his murder plot as my own perfect escape. I faked my death, vanished into thin air, and left him to explain to the world how his beloved wife disappeared off the face of the earth.
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9.4
I was Aliana Donovan, a resident physician, finally reunited with the wealthy family I' d been lost from as a child. I had loving parents and a handsome, successful fiancé. I was safe. I was loved. It was a perfect, fragile lie.
The lie shattered on a Tuesday when I discovered my fiancé, Ivan, wasn't at a board meeting but at a sprawling mansion with Kiera Reese, the woman I was told had a mental breakdown five years ago after trying to frame me.
She wasn' t disgraced; she was radiant, holding a little boy, Leo, who giggled in Ivan' s arms.
I overheard their conversation: Leo was their son, and I was merely a "placeholder," a means to an end until Ivan no longer needed my family's connections. My parents, the Donovans, were in on it, funding Kiera' s lavish life and their secret family.
My entire reality-the loving parents, the devoted fiancé, the security I thought I' d found-was a carefully constructed stage, and I was the fool playing the lead role. The casual lie Ivan texted me, "Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you. See you at home," while he stood beside his real family, was the final blow.
They thought I was pathetic. They thought I was a fool. They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
7.2
Dr. Kylee Mcdonald was a brilliant medical examiner whose life was defined by cold, mechanical precision.
But that perfect control shattered when her phone rang in the middle of an autopsy.
It was her best friend, Dana, whispering their old college distress code.
"Curtain call."
By the time Kylee and Detective Justice kicked down Dana's door, she lay dead on her couch, her skin a horrifying cherry-red from cyanide.
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Internal Affairs pointed the finger at Kylee, accusing her of using her medical expertise to become a vigilante serial killer.
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Dana had been severely abused by her boyfriend, and driven to the edge, she manipulated him into murdering their tormentors before executing him and taking her own life.
To avoid a public scandal, the police chief buried Dana's brilliant, terrifying manifesto.
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As Kylee examined the charred bodies pulled from the rubble, she realized the male victim was strangled long before the fire started.
She looked at the surviving mother, whose baby had just died in the blast, but the woman's eyes were completely, terrifyingly empty.
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