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 5
Aurelia's POV
The street felt too small for him.
Lucien Blackthorne's presence alone bent the air, heavy and oppressive, like the city itself was bowing under the weight of his authority. People had stopped at a distance without realizing why, their instincts urging them away. Cars slowed. Conversations died mid-sentence.
Every wolf within range knew exactly who had arrived.
And every part of me responded.
The bond snapped taut, humming violently through my veins, no longer a quiet ache but a living thing clawing for attention. My pulse raced, my skin flushed with heat, and I hated myself for how my body reacted to him even now.
After everything.
After the rejection.
Lucien took another step toward me, his boots striking the pavement with a deliberate calm that did nothing to hide the storm barely contained beneath his skin. His eyes-those impossible, glowing gold eyes-never left my face.
Not even when the man beside me shifted uneasily.
"Lucien," the stranger said carefully, his tone respectful but firm. "This isn't the place."
Lucien's lip curled.
"You don't get to tell me where anything involving her belongs," he replied. His voice was low, dangerous. "Especially not you, Rowan."
Rowan.
The name registered dimly, but my attention was glued to Lucien. To the way his jaw clenched, to the tension coiled in his shoulders, to the fact that he looked like he was one breath away from tearing the entire street apart.
Rowan stepped away from me slowly, palms raised. "I was escorting her on the elders' orders."
"The elders don't outrank me," Lucien snapped.
"They do when it comes to unbound assets," Rowan shot back.
The word hit me like a slap.
Asset.
Lucien froze.
The bond flared, sharp and furious, as if reacting to the insult before I even could. Heat surged through my chest, spreading outward until my fingertips tingled.
Lucien growled.
Not metaphorically.
Actually growled.
The sound vibrated through the ground beneath us, primal and raw, and Rowan stiffened instantly.
"She is not an asset," Lucien said, every word vibrating with restrained violence. "She is-"
He stopped.
His gaze flicked to mine.
Something unreadable passed between us in that suspended moment. Regret. Conflict. Desire. Fear.
I lifted my chin, forcing myself not to look away.
"Finish it," I said, my voice shaking despite my effort. "What am I to you, Lucien?"
Silence crashed down around us.
Rowan's eyes darted between us, clearly regretting his presence.
Lucien's throat worked.
The bond burned.
"I can't," he said finally.
The words cut deeper than the rejection ever had.
My heart sank, something inside me cracking open. "Then you don't get to show up like this. You don't get to act like you own me."
His gaze darkened. "You shouldn't be standing here unprotected."
"I didn't ask for your protection," I snapped. "I asked for the truth."
Lucien stepped closer again, so close I could feel his heat, his power pressing against my skin. My body reacted instinctively, traitorously, leaning toward him even as my mind screamed at me to move away.
"You don't understand what you are," he said quietly.
"Then explain it to me," I whispered. "Instead of pushing me away like I'm disposable."
His hand twitched at his side, as if he wanted to reach for me and was physically restraining himself.
Rowan cleared his throat. "Alpha, the elders are waiting. If you don't present her willingly-"
Lucien's eyes flashed. "I didn't say she was going to them."
Rowan stiffened. "You're defying them?"
"I've defied them before."
"Yes," Rowan replied grimly. "And people died."
The words sent ice through my veins.
Lucien turned back to me, something tormented flickering across his face. "This is why I rejected you."
My breath hitched.
"Because I knew this would happen," he continued. "Because the moment the bond locked in, you became a target. Because the pack sees you as leverage."
"And you thought rejecting me would protect me?" I asked bitterly.
"Yes."
A hollow laugh escaped me. "Congratulations. It didn't."
His jaw tightened. "You should have stayed away from me."
"You should have stayed away from me," I shot back. "But you didn't."
The bond surged again, stronger this time, almost painful in its intensity. My vision blurred for a second as something ancient and instinctual rolled through me-possessiveness, hunger, need.
Lucien felt it too.
His breath hitched.
Rowan swore under his breath. "Alpha... the bond is escalating."
Lucien cursed softly. "Damn it."
"What's happening to me?" I asked, panic rising.
Lucien looked at me like he was seeing me clearly for the first time.
"The bond is waking your wolf," he said.
My stomach dropped.
"My... what?"
"You're not fully human," he admitted. "You never were."
The world tilted.
"That's not possible," I whispered. "I would know."
"You would have known eventually," he said. "Usually during your first shift."
I stared at him. "Shift?"
Lucien's hand shot out, gripping my arm as my knees buckled. His touch sent a jolt straight through me, electric and grounding at the same time.
"You're going to need training," he said grimly. "Control. Guidance."
"And you're offering to help now?" I demanded.
His grip tightened. "I'm saying you're not leaving my sight."
Rowan's eyes widened. "Lucien-"
"I don't care," Lucien snapped. "They want her, they come through me."
My heart pounded painfully.
"You don't get to decide that for me," I said, even as my body leaned into his hold.
Lucien's gaze softened just a fraction. "I do when it's life or death."
Rowan sighed heavily. "If you take her to the estate, the elders will see it as a declaration."
Lucien's lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Then let them."
He turned to me fully now, his focus absolute.
"Aurelia," he said quietly. "If you come with me, there's no turning back."
"From what?" I asked.
"From this," he replied. "From pretending you're ordinary. From denying what we are."
My chest ached.
"And if I don't?" I asked.
Lucien's gaze flicked briefly to the shadows, to the rooftops, to the unseen eyes watching us.
"Then they'll take you," he said. "And they won't ask."
Fear wrapped around my spine.
I looked at Rowan. "Is that true?"
Rowan hesitated.
That was all the answer I needed.
I looked back at Lucien, at the Alpha who had rejected me, who terrified me, who somehow still felt like home.
"Fine," I said shakily. "I'll come with you."
Relief flashed across his face-raw and unguarded.
Lucien pulled me closer, his arm wrapping around my waist possessively.
The bond exploded.
Heat tore through me, sharp and overwhelming, and I gasped as something deep inside me stirred-something wild and ancient answering his call.
Lucien stiffened.
"What is it?" I whispered.
His eyes widened slightly.
"The elders," he said slowly. "They just felt that."
Faint howls echoed in the distance.
My blood ran cold.
Lucien tightened his hold on me. "They know you're awake now."
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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."