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 7
Aurelia POV
Marcus’s clammy hand slid higher up my thigh. His foul breath fanned across my neck as he leaned in, attempting to scent me—a vile, deeply possessive violation in our world.
Panic clawed at my throat. I jerked back violently, my elbow colliding with my wine glass. The crystal shattered, sending a wave of crimson liquid splashing directly onto Marcus’s expensive suit.
Marcus’s eyes flashed a feral, predatory gold. A low growl ripped from his throat as his thick fingers clamped around my arm, his claws pricking my skin.
Before I could even gasp, the air in the private suite vanished.
A suffocating, pure Lycan aura slammed into the room, dropping the temperature to freezing. Marcus froze, the blood draining from his face. Graves didn't say a single word. He moved with lethal, blinding speed. His massive hand clamped onto my waist, ripping me from Marcus’s grip and slamming me against his own chest.
The scent of an impending storm and rich leather wrapped around me, now laced with a terrifying, bloodthirsty rage.
"Touch what is mine again, and I will tear your throat out," Graves commanded. The Alpha's Command echoed off the walls, an invisible force that drove Marcus to his knees.
Marcus trembled, stammering desperate apologies, begging for the sake of their alliance. Graves’s eyes were pitch black, his Inner Wolf completely in control. His voice, cold and absolute, resonated through the Mind-Link, loud enough for every wolf in the territory to hear:
*From this day forward, the Crimson Fang Pack is an enemy of the Black Moon. Any trade, any alliance, is hereby terminated. They are prey.*
Graves stepped forward, his heavy boot coming down directly on Marcus’s hand. The sickening *crack* of shattering bones filled the room. Graves didn't even blink at the agonizing screams. He pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and dragged me out the door.
I was trembling uncontrollably. My Mate had saved me, but the brutal, possessive way he held me made it terrifyingly clear: I wasn't his beloved Luna. I was merely his property.
Back in the suffocating silence of the Luna's Chambers, I sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping my arms around my stomach. An older maid—one who used to serve Elder Cecelia—entered, carrying a steaming bowl of dark herbal tonic.
"The Alpha ordered this for you," she murmured.
I went to push it away, terrified of consuming anything unknown in my condition, but she leaned in close. "Luna, the Doctor added Moonpetal root. It's an old blessing from the Goddess, to strengthen the womb for a strong heir."
My breath hitched. I stared at the dark liquid, my heart pounding against my ribs. Did Graves know? Was this brutal, terrifying man actually trying to protect our unborn child? A foolish, dangerous spark of hope ignited in my chest, confusing everything I thought I knew about his cruelty.
When the maid left, I walked over to my bag. Driven by that fragile glimmer of hope, I pulled out the crumpled, rain-smudged pregnancy report from the human hospital. My fingers trembled as I stared at the faint black ink. Should I tell him? Would this baby fix our broken bond?
"What is that?"
I spun around. Graves stood in the doorway, a silent phantom. His nostrils flared, his Alpha senses instantly locking onto my racing heart and the sudden spike of panic in my scent.
I shoved the paper behind my back. "Nothing."
His jaw clenched. In two massive strides, he crossed the room. His sheer presence paralyzed me. Before I could even flinch, his large hand wrapped around my wrist, effortlessly overpowering my wolfless strength, and he snatched the paper from my grasp.
He unfolded the damp document. Silence stretched, thick and suffocating, as his dark eyes scanned the blurred lines. His face remained an unreadable mask of stone, but the air around him began to crackle with a dark, lethal energy.
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8.0
"Just watch... I'll take you away from that deceitful woman."
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.
It was no secret.
Aaron knew how she felt.
And yet, he still chose to marry someone else... as if Yvette's love had never meant a thing.
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.
Even if it meant destroying their marriage.
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.
9.0
Alpha Samson is the most ruthless alpha's around and has the most powerful pack in the world-Blackthorn. Runours cascade around about him, and his wolf, Savage, who is the biggest anyone has ever seen, will rain down on all who go against them. The only thing they are missing is their mate. What happens when all alphas are going to a pack to celebrate the coming of an new alpha, who has only barely turned twelve. Things don't look what they seem, until the luring scent mixed with blood sends Alpha Samson to the cells where he and his beast finds their mate, chained to the wall all bloody and broken. All hell breaks lose. Alora, half wolf and half witch, charged for a crime she never did. What happens when the damaged little woman meets the ruthless alpha who happens to be his mate? When recovering with her mate, things change and all Alora has ever known is a lie of what she is and more. Secrets come out and all Alora and Alpha Samson want is to know the truth and revenge, taking back the pack that is hers to begin with.
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.
The crime scene was clumsily staged to frame a billionaire suitor, but soon, every single suspect linked to Dana turned up violently dead.
Internal Affairs pointed the finger at Kylee, accusing her of using her medical expertise to become a vigilante serial killer.
But the encrypted truth Kylee uncovered was far more chilling.
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.
Kylee's flawless mind short-circuited. She was a genius at reading the dead, so why had she been completely blind to the living hell her best friend endured right in front of her?
Three days later, while attending a formal gala to numb her grief, a nearby apartment building exploded in flames.
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.
The alarm bells in Kylee's meticulously ordered brain began to chime, signaling that a new, deadly script had just begun.