Rejected by the Alpha, Pregnant with His Heir
Aurelia Vale thought it was just an interview.
Until the most powerful Alpha in the city looked at her like she belonged to him...
-and then rejected her like she meant nothing.
Lucien Blackthorne doesn't make mistakes.
He doesn't follow fate.
And he definitely doesn't accept a weak, ordinary girl as his mate.
So he humiliates her. Publicly. Cruelly.
Aurelia leaves with nothing but a broken heart...
and a secret that will shake his empire.
She's pregnant.
With the Alpha's heir.
But this isn't just any child.
It's a child tied to an ancient prophecy-one powerful enough to destroy packs... or rule them all.
Now enemies are hunting her.
The bond she tried to forget is pulling her back.
And the man who rejected her is starting to realize the truth-
He didn't just reject his mate.
He rejected the only woman who could save him.
But Aurelia is no longer the girl he cast aside.
And this time...
she might be the one to reject him.
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Chapter 4
Aurelia's POV
I didn't go home.
The thought of my tiny apartment-its familiar walls, the scent of a life that had existed before Lucien Blackthorne-felt wrong now. Unsafe. Like going back would somehow make everything real in a way I wasn't ready to face.
Instead, I walked.
The city swallowed me whole, neon lights flickering to life as dusk bled into night. Traffic roared past, horns blaring, people brushing against me without a second glance. To them, I was just another woman moving through the crowd.
But I knew better now.
I wasn't invisible.
I was marked.
The woman's voice echoed in my head no matter how hard I tried to drown it out.
Once the elders confirm what you are to him... there's no such thing as rejection anymore.
My steps slowed.
"What I am to him," I whispered aloud, tasting the words. They felt foreign. Heavy. Dangerous.
The bond pulsed faintly in my chest again, a dull ache that reminded me I wasn't alone-not really. No matter how far I walked, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, Lucien was there. Not physically. But woven into me.
I hated that.
I hated him.
And worse-I hated how part of me understood why he'd pushed me away.
Power like his didn't come without enemies.
And now, somehow, I was one of the weapons they wanted.
I stopped at a crosswalk, the red light casting everything in an eerie glow. My reflection stared back at me from a darkened storefront window. I looked the same, but I wasn't. Something had shifted behind my eyes-an awareness that hadn't been there before.
I wasn't human.
At least, not entirely.
A shiver ran down my spine.
The light turned green, but I didn't move.
That's when I felt it.
Eyes on me.
Not the casual glances of strangers. Not curiosity. This was focused. Intentional. Predatory.
My pulse spiked.
I crossed the street quickly, ducking into a quieter side road. The noise of the city faded, replaced by the distant hum of traffic and the sound of my own breathing.
You're imagining things, I told myself.
Then I smelled it.
Not Lucien.
Something else.
Earthy. Sharp. Male.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
I spun around just as a shadow detached itself from the alley behind me.
"Relax," a voice said smoothly. "If I wanted to hurt you, I already would have."
The man stepped into the dim light, hands visible at his sides. He was tall-almost as tall as Lucien-but leaner, his presence less suffocating and more... calculating. His eyes gleamed an unnatural silver.
Definitely not human.
"Who are you?" I demanded, forcing my voice to stay steady.
His lips curved into a faint smile. "Someone who's been sent to make sure you don't get yourself killed before the pack decides what to do with you."
My stomach twisted. "The pack."
"Yes." He tilted his head, studying me openly now. "You really don't know, do you?"
"Know what?"
"That you're already the most discussed topic in Nightfall territory."
The name sent a chill through me.
"Lucien's pack," I whispered.
"Lucien's kingdom," he corrected. "And you just walked straight into it without protection."
"I didn't ask for any of this," I snapped.
"No one ever does," he replied calmly. "That doesn't stop it from happening."
I took a step back. "Tell whoever sent you that I'm not interested."
He chuckled softly. "That's not how this works, Aurelia."
Hearing my name from his mouth made my skin crawl.
"You should come with me," he continued. "It'll be safer."
"And if I say no?"
His eyes flicked briefly to the shadows behind me.
"Then others will find you," he said. "And they won't be as polite."
Fear curled in my stomach.
"Why?" I asked. "Why me?"
The man's expression sobered. "Because you triggered an Alpha bond that shouldn't have activated. Because Lucien Blackthorne rejected you-and lived. And because whatever you are, it's strong enough to terrify men who don't scare easily."
My breath caught.
Rejected me... and lived.
"What happens now?" I whispered.
"That depends," he said. "On whether Lucien keeps pretending you're a mistake... or admits you're his."
Before I could respond, the bond flared violently.
I gasped, doubling over as heat tore through my chest, sharper than before, like something was pulling hard on the tether between us.
Lucien.
Something was wrong.
The man swore under his breath. "Damn it."
"What is it?" I asked, panic clawing up my throat.
"Your Alpha just lost control," he said grimly.
The world seemed to tilt.
"I need you to listen very carefully," he continued. "You are not safe here anymore. The elders are convening tonight."
My heart pounded. "About me?"
"Yes."
"And Lucien?"
His jaw tightened. "Lucien is fighting them."
The bond pulsed again, erratic and raw.
"Come with me," he said urgently. "Right now."
Before I could answer, the air shifted.
Pressure slammed into the street like a physical force, knocking the breath from my lungs. Every instinct I had screamed Alpha.
Lucien stood at the far end of the road.
His suit jacket was gone. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. His eyes glowed bright gold, unrestrained, feral. Power rolled off him in waves so strong my knees nearly buckled.
His gaze locked onto me.
Relief flashed across his face-brief, unguarded.
Then rage.
"Get away from her," he growled.
The man beside me stepped forward instinctively. "Lucien-"
"I said," Lucien snapped, his voice cracking with barely contained fury, "get away from what's mine."
Mine.
The word hit me harder than any rejection ever could.
The bond surged, blazing hot.
Lucien took a step closer.
And for the first time, I realized something terrifying.
He wasn't here to reject me again.
He was here to claim me.
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9.3
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
7.1
Aria comes home expecting to make things right with her longtime boyfriend but instead she gets into the wedding arrangements of her stepsister- the groom being her ex. A single agonizing night brings her into the hands of a stranger and she wakes up hoping that she will forget all.
Until she goes to a job interview and discovers that the CEO is the man she slept with. Damon. Her uncle, an older and powerful person and the ex of her boyfriend.
He hires her.
He wants her.
And he will not allow her to walk away.
Their clandestine office affair becomes a scandal that everybody is talking about. Aria attempts to be tough, yet her family is attempting to manipulate her, Damon does not want to give up, and her past is ready to destroy everything.
She begins to trust him just in time to be betrayed by the missing ex of Damon which also happens to look like Aria. The truth breaks her. The pregnancy, the heartbreak, the loss, the sickness... she believes that her story is finished.
Until Damon returns to her life in a manner that she could never imagine- taking everything to rescue her.
Now Aria has to choose whether she can love the man who replaced her once... or leave before she is hurt again.
A Christmas wedding.
A stolen company.
The second opportunity that she did not expect.
And one last turn that alters all.
9.7
[{EXCERPT}]
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
Alana froze.
Roman's gaze dragged slowly over her body, dark and deliberate.
"The contract explicitly states that you are not allowed to seduce me," he said calmly. "You did read it... didn't you?"
Confusion flickered across her face.
Then his eyes dropped again.
"You do realize," he added, voice lowering, "that you're half naked right now?"
Alana's breath caught as she looked down at herself.
.......
After escaping the suffocating grip of her abusive family, Alana believes she's finally free. But freedom comes at a price.
Roman Ashford is everything she should avoid. A cunning billionaire. New York's most eligible bachelor. A man whose name alone unsettles the entire business world.
One unexpected encounter pulls her into his orbit, binding her to him in a dangerous arrangement as his fake girlfriend for thirty-one days.
But just as she begins to find her footing, her past comes back to choke her.
To secure the inheritance her late father left behind before her mother claims it, Alana has only one option.
She needs a husband, and fast.
With time running out, she makes a reckless decision and turns to the one man she should never trust.
Will Roman accept her proposal...
or will stepping into his world be her utter ruin?
9.2
After his father passes away, Darnell becomes the new heir to King Hotels. But his grandfather-who owns shares of the hotels-wants Darnell to marry to earn his (Grandfather's) shares before his death.
After her father's death, Sasha and her family are left to deal with the burden he leaves behind-a huge debt owed to loan sharks.
Darnell approaches Sasha with a two-month marriage contract for five million dollars-enough to pay off her father's debt and be free from her traditional mother. She accepts.
Things are complicated when grandfather doesn't die after two months, and Sasha is being extorted by loan sharks. She and Darnell must stay married for their benefit, despite their lack of affection for each other. Eventually, they fall in love.
But drama unfolds when family secrets are exposed, old lovers resurface, and unknown families appear. Darnell and Sasha must decide if their love is worth it all.
7.2
I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze.
Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist.
She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before.
"This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late.
I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me.
Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air.
I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon.
The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.
7.1
Bonnie Galvan woke up to the suffocating scent of lilies, staring at the mirror in the exact same seven-figure wedding dress she had worn seven years ago.
In the doorway stood her so-called best friend Itzel and her secret lover Erwin, desperately urging her to elope.
They warned her that her soon-to-be husband, the billionaire Arlington Townsend, was a crippled monster, and marrying him would ruin her life forever.
In her previous life, she blindly believed their lies and ran away from the altar.
Because of her public betrayal, the ruthless Townsend family completely bankrupted her father's company in retaliation.
Erwin and Itzel swooped in as her saviors, only to steal whatever was left of her family's wealth and power.
When she was finally stripped of her value, Erwin pushed her down an icy mountain slope during a brutal blizzard.
With a shattered ankle, she could only watch as Itzel smirked and Erwin coldly walked away, leaving her to be buried alive under the freezing snow.
As her lungs burned and her heart gave out in the agonizing cold, she was consumed by hatred.
Why did the man who swore to protect her and the friend she trusted with her life plot so meticulously to destroy her?
Opening her eyes again, Bonnie was back in the bridal suite, minutes before the ceremony.
This time, she didn't run.
She walked straight down the aisle, looked the terrifying Arlington Townsend in the eye, and firmly said her vows.
"I do."