Rejected While Carrying His Heir

The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the Alpha's chambers, casting long shadows across the bed. I pressed my palm against my mouth, swallowing back another wave of nausea. Five years. Five years today since I'd become Luna of the Silverclaw Pack, since I'd sacrificed everything to save these wolves from certain destruction. My wolf, usually so quiet and subdued, suddenly howled within me—a sound of pure joy that startled me. "What is it?" I whispered internally, my hand instinctively moving to my abdomen. *Pup. Our pup. The Alpha's heir.* The realization hit me like a physical blow. Pregnant.

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The doorbell chimed, startling me from my thoughts. I'd been sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at my reflection in the mirror, trying to summon the courage to tell Alec about our baby.

"Come in," I called, expecting one of the pack servants with anniversary preparations.

Instead, a young Delta entered, carrying an elaborate wicker basket wrapped in silver ribbon—the Silverclaw Pack's colors.

"Luna Daphne," he said with a slight bow. "This just arrived for you."

"Thank you," I replied, forcing a smile. "Please set it on the table."

The Delta placed the basket beside me and left with another bow. Alone again, I turned my attention to the gift. A small card rested on top, bearing elegant handwriting: "Happy Anniversary, Luna. Five years of loyalty deserves recognition. —M"

Melina. My stomach clenched. What game was she playing now?

I lifted the lid cautiously. Inside lay a dozen perfect red roses, their petals so vivid they seemed to glow. Their scent filled the room—sweet, floral, and...

My wolf suddenly snarled within me. *Danger! Wrong scent!*

I inhaled deeper, trying to identify what felt off. The roses smelled strange—too sweet, with an underlying bitterness that made my nose burn.

"Wolfsbane," I whispered, recognizing the distinctive odor too late.

Pain exploded in my chest. My lungs seized, refusing to draw breath. I gasped, clutching at my throat as fire spread through my veins.

"No," I choked out, doubling over as cramps tore through my abdomen. "No, please..."

My wolf howled in agony, her presence flickering within me as the concentrated toxin attacked our bond. I could feel her weakening, retreating deeper inside me to protect our core.

The baby. Our baby.

I collapsed to my knees, desperately trying to crawl toward the door. Each movement sent fresh waves of agony through my body. Something warm and wet trickled down my thighs.

"Don't leave me," I begged my wolf as darkness edged my vision. "Please don't leave me alone."

But she was fading, taking with her the tiny spark of life we'd created. I felt it slipping away—our pup, our future, our hope—dissolving like mist in morning sunlight.

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The door to my chambers burst open with such force that it slammed against the wall.

"Daphne!" Alec's voice cut through the fog of pain. "What have you done?"

I couldn't answer. My body convulsed on the floor, blood pooling beneath me as my wolf retreated further, taking our unborn child with her.

Alec's footsteps approached, then stopped. The rustle of paper—the Rejection documents—fell from his hands.

"Luna Daphne?" His voice changed, uncertainty replacing anger. "What's happening?"

I tried to speak, to tell him about the baby, about Melina's poisoned gift. But only a whimper escaped my lips.

"Blood," he muttered, kneeling beside me. "So much blood."

His hands touched me then—the first gentle contact in months—as he turned me over. His face paled as he took in my condition.

"Get the doctor," he barked at someone in the doorway. "Now!"

Strong arms lifted me. Through half-lidded eyes, I saw Alec's face, his expression unreadable as he carried me through the pack house. Whispers followed us—concern, shock, curiosity.

"She's losing the pup," he growled to no one in particular. "She's losing our pup."

Our pup. The words pierced through my haze of pain. Did he know? Had he somehow sensed what I hadn't yet told him?

The pack hospital wing appeared in a blur. Dr. Samuel Hayes met us at the entrance, his weathered face grave as he took in my condition.

"Alpha, what happened?" he asked, helping transfer me to a bed.

"Wolfsbane poisoning," Alec replied grimly. "Someone sent her roses laced with it."

Dr. Hayes's eyes widened. "And she's...?"

"Pregnant," Alec confirmed, his voice hollow. "Or was."

The doctor's hands moved swiftly over me, his expression growing darker with each passing moment. I wanted to scream at him to hurry, to save my baby, but I could only lie there, feeling life slip away.

"I'm sorry, Alpha," Dr. Hayes finally said, stepping back. "The pup is lost."

Alec's face hardened, his eyes flashing with something dangerous—grief, rage, or perhaps both.

"And her?" he demanded.

"Her wolf is retreating," the doctor explained quietly. "If she doesn't fight to keep her connection... she could lose more than just the child."

I wanted to scream that I was fighting, that I would never give up my wolf. But darkness was pulling me under, and somewhere in that darkness, I heard Melina's laughter echoing.

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The cold marble floor bit into my knees as I knelt before Alpha Cassius's desk. I'm Violeta Gomez, an Omega in the Silver Moon Pack—though that title feels more like a brand than a rank. For three years, I've been invisible to everyone except when they need someone to scrub floors or fetch wine. But to him, to my fated mate who pretends I don't exist, I'm something worse. I'm a secret he's ashamed of. "Begin," Cassius commanded, his voice sharp as broken glass. My hands trembled as I dipped the quill into the ink pot. The parchment before me was cream-colored and expensive, imported from the Eastern territories. Ninety-nine ancient mating vows. Each one a promise he'd make to her.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.1

His Untamed Prey: The Reborn Heiress

7.1

I was the top commander of a black-ops military program. After slaughtering my way through a hellish mission, I reached the extraction helicopter, trusting my second-in-command to watch my back. But the moment our hands locked, he didn't pull me up. Instead, he plunged a syringe of lethal neurotoxin directly into my neck. He aimed his gun at my chest, coldly stating that I was too dangerous to live. My lungs stopped, and I died in a pool of my own blood. But the endless blackness suddenly shattered. My consciousness violently forced its way into a new, broken shell. I woke up in a freezing alley, soaked in muddy rain. This body belonged to seventeen-year-old Eliza Wyatt. A massive wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. Her own younger sister had just stood at the top of the stairs with a mocking smile, watching street thugs beat Eliza to death. "Take good care of the Wyatt family's eldest daughter. Tonight is the night she finally disappears." The endless humiliation, the cold stares of her family, and the brutal betrayal by her own blood flashed before my eyes. Why was this fragile girl treated like garbage and pushed to her death by the very people who should have protected her? I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. The top commander was dead, but in this bleeding shell, Eliza Wyatt was very much alive. I picked up a switchblade from the bloody puddle and stood up in the storm. It was time to hunt.

Billionaire Fantasy Modern

9.6

Lost to a Playful Companion

9.6

Kyle's childhood playmate Anna and I were both attacked by Rogue. For Anna's reputation, he lied that she was accidentally injured during training. And I became the shame who was kidnapped by Rogue and was considered dirty. Facing my questioning, Kyle coaxed me softly: "Anna has been a noble since she was a child, and she can't bear such rumors. Dear, you and I know that you are stronger than her." Looking at Kyle, whom I have loved for ten years, my heart is full of bitterness. Later, the elders thought that I tarnished the reputation of Silvercrest Pack. On the day they forced me to leave, he was busy healing Anna's wounds. When he found out, I had already disappeared. Kyle, now, I don't want you.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.2

My Alpha Mate Forgot Me for His True Luna

9.2

Rain drummed against the windows of my healing center that afternoon, creating a rhythm I'd always found soothing. I was Carmen George, a memory healer who'd built a quiet life here in Seattle territory, and right now I was exactly where I wanted to be—organizing patient files with Wade's arms wrapped around me from behind. "You're humming again," he murmured against my ear, his breath warm. "That old lullaby." I smiled, leaning back into his chest. "You taught it to me when we were kids, remember?" "How could I forget?" His voice carried that gentle warmth I'd fallen in love with two years ago, when I'd found him wandering as an amnesiac rogue. We'd discovered we were fated mates, completed our mating ceremony, and every day since had felt like a gift. The mate bond hummed contentedly between us, a golden thread of connection that made my wolf purr. Then the doors exploded inward. I jerked away from Wade as wood splintered and rain gusted into the clinic. A woman strode through the wreckage, flanked by warriors whose eyes glowed with barely contained wolf energy.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.3

My Mate Left Me for the Enemy Pack’s Omega

8.3

I have stood at the head of this pack for seven years. Seven years of early mornings and late nights, of border disputes settled before dawn, of warriors trained until they bled and healers stretched past their limits. Seven years of carrying the Moonveil Pack on my back without once letting my knees buckle. I know what it means to lead. I know what it costs. I am Louisa Nelson, Alpha of the Moonveil Pack, and I have never once broken in front of my people. Tonight will not be the first time. The bonfire is at full height when I hear the disruption at the tree line. I am mid-address, standing on the raised platform at the center of the gathering ground, when the murmur moves through the crowd like a current. Heads turn.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.9

My Mate Rejected Me for a Rogue Spy

7.9

The grand winter pack gathering commenced with a flurry of snow and anticipation. Hundreds of pack members filled the ceremonial clearing, their breaths forming clouds in the crisp air as they awaited the evening's main event—my coming-of-age ceremony. I stood at the center of the sacred circle, dressed in ceremonial white, my hands trembling slightly despite my resolve. The weight of my mother's silver pendant pressed against my chest, a reminder of the Luna legacy I was born to uphold. Or had been, in another life. "Are you ready?" my father whispered beside me, his Alpha presence radiating warmth. "I've been ready for this moment my entire life," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. The music swelled around us—ancient tunes played on instruments passed down through generations of Moonveil wolves. I closed my eyes briefly, remembering how this night had unfolded before. The humiliation.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Rejected While Carrying His Heir

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