The Alpha's Ultimate Mistake: Rejecting the Secret Heir
For six years, I played the pathetic, wolfless Omega to honor the dying wish of the late Alpha who protected me.
But on our sixth anniversary, my fated mate, Alpha Kian, was photographed looking tenderly at his mistress.
When he finally stormed into our penthouse, he didn't apologize. Instead, he threw a fifty-million-dollar check onto the bed.
"Take the money and accept my rejection obediently, or I'll show you what happens when you defy an Alpha."
To force my compliance, he terminated all trade agreements with my best friend's pack, pushing them to the brink of bankruptcy. He accused me of blackmailing his grandfather into our marriage, entirely blind to the fact that his beloved mistress was actually a banished, feral Rogue.
I had spent six years swallowing my pride, drinking toxic herbs to suppress my true White Wolf scent, and enduring his absolute disgust just to keep his pack safe.
Why did I bleed for a man who despised my very existence?
I looked at the blood money, and the suffocating sorrow in my chest was instantly replaced by white-hot fury.
I didn't take a single cent. Instead, I submitted the rejection papers myself, dropped my pathetic disguise, and walked out into the freezing rain.
A towering warrior with a black umbrella dropped to one knee before me in the mud.
It was time to stop hiding and return home as the billionaire heir of the legendary Silvermoon Pack.
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Chapter 6
Adella POV
The scent of night-blooming tuberose and warm vanilla filled my luxurious Silvermoon penthouse, a stark contrast to the sterile, suffocating air of the Blackwood estate. It had been days since I submitted the Rejection paperwork, yet Kian’s silence was deafening.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the city that had once been my prison.
*“My Lady,”* Elder Magnus’s respectful voice echoed through our mind-link. *“The Blackwood Pack has not responded. They are deliberately stalling the official procedures.”*
A hot spark of anger ignited in my chest. Even now, Kian was trying to exert his dominance, using bureaucratic delays to keep me tethered to him. I was done waiting in the shadows. I grabbed the brown envelope containing the Rejection documents from the counter. I would force the Alpha to face what he was so desperately trying to avoid.
The Blackwood Group tower loomed like a monument to Kian’s ego—cold steel and black glass. But before I could even reach the massive revolving doors, a manicured hand clamped onto my wrist.
"Look who it is," Jean Blackwood sneered, her expensive perfume failing to mask the sour stench of her jealousy. "A discarded Omega, daring to show her face on our territory."
Beside her, Kian’s sister, Kailyn, wrinkled her nose. "Do you smell that, Mother? A pathetic mix of desperation and cheap herbs."
For six years, I had swallowed their venom. Not anymore. I ripped my arm from Jean’s grasp with a sudden, fluid strength that made her stumble backward.
"I'm here to get your Alpha's signature," I said coldly, holding up the envelope. "Once he signs this, I am done with the Blackwood family forever."
Jean’s face contorted into an ugly mask of pure rage. "You ungrateful little bitch!"
Her hand cracked across my cheek. The sharp sound echoed through the marble lobby, freezing the air. But before her triumphant smile could fully form, my White Wolf instincts flared, demanding immediate retribution.
I swung back. My palm connected with her jaw with a sickening crack. Jean shrieked as the force sent her crashing to the polished floor, her designer pearls scattering like teeth.
"Mother!" Kailyn screamed, lunging at me with her claws extended.
She never reached me. A massive, scarred hand caught Kailyn’s arm mid-air, halting her instantly.
I turned to see Kian standing near the entrance, having just stepped out of a sleek Rolls-Royce. His eyes were wide with shock, fixed on the red handprint blooming on my cheek. But it was the imposing older Alpha beside him who had stopped Kailyn. Lord Timothy Carson.
"Blackwood," Lord Timothy’s voice boomed, cold and lethal. "Is this how you allow your family to treat the heir to the Silvermoon Pack? Perhaps our billion-dollar partnership needs to be reconsidered."
The word *heir* dropped like a bomb. The color instantly drained from Kian’s face. Jean and Kailyn froze, their eyes darting between me and the furious Lord Timothy in absolute terror.
Under the crushing weight of Timothy’s glare, Jean and Kailyn muttered trembling, humiliated apologies. I didn't even look at them. I locked eyes with Kian.
"And you, Alpha Blackwood?" I mocked, my voice dripping with disdain. "Your mate is assaulted on your territory, and you just stand there? Or is the Alpha of the Blackwoods just a coward hiding behind women?"
His jaw ticked so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. The Alpha command in his blood fought against the reality of losing his most crucial business alliance. Slowly, agonizingly, the businessman won.
"I'm... sorry," Kian ground out, the words visibly choking him.
I nodded, stepping forward to slap the Rejection envelope hard against his chest. He caught it reflexively. "Don't forget to sign it."
I turned my back on him, accepting Lord Timothy’s offered arm. As we walked out of the glass doors, I could feel Kian’s furious, disbelieving gaze burning into my spine. Let him seethe. Let him order his trackers to dig into my past. They would find nothing but the impenetrable, ancient shields of the Silvermoon Pack, leaving him completely in the dark.
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8.5
After four years of marriage, my wealthy husband Brad handed me a $50,000 severance check outside the Manhattan Family Court.
He linked arms with his mistress, Jenna, who flaunted the diamond ring that used to be mine.
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When Brad found out, he and his arrogant family cornered me at their estate.
Brad mocked my new husband for being a penniless, money-grubbing parasite, while my former mother-in-law slapped me hard across the face, knocking me to the ground.
"You are trash, just like your mother," she spat, watching my knee bleed onto the sharp gravel.
Jenna gleefully kicked my phone away, shattering the screen and cutting off my only lifeline.
Lying there in the dirt, I stared at the broken glass in absolute despair.
I didn't understand why four years of quiet devotion had earned me nothing but cruel betrayal and endless humiliation from the people I once called family.
Just as I thought I had completely lost, a black Lincoln Navigator slammed to a halt at the gates.
My "penniless" new husband stepped out, radiating a terrifying, righteous fury that made the entire Patton family freeze in horror.
9.3
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The man whose empire I secretly built called me a parasite, his mistress feigning tears, painting me as delusional. My guilt vanished, replaced by freezing, absolute hatred for the man who twisted reality to erase my existence.
Standing in the New York rain, I finally pulled out the military-grade encrypted phone hidden for five years. The line clicked open instantly, a low, gravelly voice asking, "Is it you?" Before I could answer, Archer's voice hardened: "Give me the location. I'll be there in ten minutes. Who touched you? I want his life."
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My stepmother and cousin skimmed my inheritance while watching me suffer.
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That was the last thing I heard my father say before I was brutally slaughtered by my own family.
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Why did my father let them force those pills down my throat?
Why was my life worth less than my stepmother's public image?
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It was the exact morning before the cleaners walked through my door with uncapped syringes.
This time, I wouldn't just survive. I was going to cut the throat of the Kirk family.
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