The Secret Mistress: Poisoning The Alpha's Unborn Heir

On my wedding night, I waited for the fated spark. Instead, I found a fresh tattoo on my Alpha husband's chest. Beneath the ink lay a jagged bite mark. Jameson had marked Caren, the wolf-less Omega, just hours before our ceremony. When I confronted him, he called me paranoid. But the betrayal didn't stop at infidelity. On my birthday, Caren brought me "fertility tea." I smelled the metallic tang of Wolfsbane immediately—a poison deadly to our kind. I refused to touch it, but Jameson’s eyes flashed with dominance. "Drink it. That is an order." He used the Alpha Voice to force the poison down my throat. As my throat seized and I clawed at the carpet, dying, he didn't help me. When I reached for the antidote, he shoved me into the wall to protect Caren, accusing me of trying to attack her. I woke up in the hospital to the devastating news: the poison had killed our unborn pup. Yet, Jameson still shielded his mistress, baring his fangs at his own mother to keep Caren safe. He thought he could fix it. He thought he still owned me. "Sit! I command you to stay!" He roared the Alpha Command, expecting me to kneel. But his authority shattered along with my heart. I didn't just sign the divorce papers. I walked out to the parking lot under the full moon and rejected the bond, watching him collapse in agony. Then, the "broken" wolf he despised finally shifted. I rose as the legendary White Wolf, and left him howling in the dirt.

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Chapter 3

Lana POV:

The rain in the city was relentless, washing the neon lights into blurry streaks on the pavement.

I sat in the passenger seat of Jameson's black SUV. The silence between us was thick enough to choke on.

Before we left the hotel, I had done something petty. Something small. I had posted a photo on the Pack's social media page. It was a picture of Jameson sleeping, captioned: My Alpha. Finally at rest.

It was a territorial marker. A digital pissing contest. I wanted Caren to see it. I wanted her to know that legally, publicly, he was mine.

Now, we were parked outside the Witch Doctor's clinic in the supernatural district.

"Let's get this over with," Jameson grumbled, turning off the engine.

We walked in. The air smelled of sage and antiseptic. The Witch Doctor, an old woman with cloudy eyes, prepared the laser and the magical salve.

"This will hurt, Alpha," she croaked. "Removing ink infused with magic requires burning the skin deep."

Jameson sat on the table, shirtless. He looked at me, his eyes challenging. "See? I'm removing it. Because I love you, Lana."

The words were hollow.

Suddenly, Jameson stiffened. His eyes glazed over. He was getting a Mind-Link message.

His face went pale.

"No," he whispered. "Where? Is she bleeding?"

My stomach dropped.

He jumped off the table, pushing the Witch Doctor aside.

"I have to go," he said, grabbing his shirt.

"Jameson, sit down," I said, standing in front of the door. "We are doing this now."

"Move, Lana!" he roared. "It's Caren. Rogues attacked her apartment. She's hurt!"

"The patrol warriors are already there," I said calmly, though my heart was hammering. "I saw the dispatch report on the pack network. She is safe. Sit down and remove the mark."

"She needs me!"

"She is an Omega. The warriors can handle it. You are the Alpha. You are my husband. If you leave now, everyone will know who you really prioritize."

Jameson looked at me with pure hatred. It was a look no mate should ever receive.

He looked around the room frantically. His eyes landed on the tray of instruments.

He lunged.

Before I could react, he grabbed a silver scalpel.

Silver. The bane of our existence. It burns us like acid. It stops our healing.

Jameson pressed the silver blade directly against the tattoo on his chest.

Sizzle.

Smoke rose from his skin. The smell of burning wolf flesh filled the small room.

"Jameson!" I screamed.

He didn't flinch. His eyes were wild, manic.

"If you don't move," he snarled, his voice trembling with pain, "I will cut this piece of flesh out right now. I will dig it out of my chest until I hit my heart. Do not test me, Lana!"

I stared at him in horror.

He was burning himself. He was willing to mutilate himself with silver just to get to her.

This wasn't love. This was obsession. This was madness.

"You're insane," I whispered.

"I'm going to her," he panted, the silver digging deeper. Blood, dark and thick, began to trickle down his ribs.

I stepped aside. I couldn't watch him kill himself.

He dropped the scalpel. It clattered to the floor, stained with Alpha blood.

He didn't even look at me. He threw the door open and sprinted into the rain. A moment later, I heard the sound of bones cracking and clothes tearing as he shifted into his massive black wolf, tearing down the street toward the slums.

I stood there, shaking. I knew Caren was manipulative, but seeing Jameson like this... it was pathetic. He wasn't a King; he was an addict, and she was his drug.

Five minutes later, my phone buzzed.

It was a photo from Caren.

There were no Rogues in the picture. No blood. No destruction.

She was lying on a couch, a small, superficial scratch on her arm-likely self-inflicted.

Jameson was there. He was in his human form again, kneeling beside her. His head was bowed over her arm.

He was licking the scratch.

In wolf culture, licking a wound is intimate. It is a claiming act. It releases enzymes that soothe pain, but it is also deeply sexual. It says, I will heal you because you are part of me.

Caren: He was so worried. He says his heart hurts when I bleed. Does he ever look at you like that, Lana?

I looked at the silver scalpel on the floor.

No. He had never looked at me like that. He had only looked at me with a blade pressed to his own heart, threatening to die if he had to stay with me.

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The explosion tore through the factory with a deafening roar, sending a fireball into the sky that could be seen for miles. I felt the shockwave even from where I stood in the office building across the street, my coffee mug shattering on the floor as the windows rattled violently. "Anthony!" I screamed, already running toward the factory gates. My heart pounded in my chest as black smoke billowed into the air, carrying with it the acrid smell of burning chemicals and metal. Emergency vehicles swarmed the area within minutes, their sirens piercing the chaos. I pushed through the crowd of panicked workers, searching desperately for my husband among the injured being loaded into ambulances. "Cecelia!" Someone grabbed my arm. It was James Morrison, Anthony's business partner, his face smudged with soot. "Thank God you're okay. We need to find Anthony." We found him near what remained of the main production line, his clothes singed and his face streaked with ash.

Modern Mystery Romance

7.4

Love's Sweetest Surprise: From Brokenhearted To Billionaire's Wife

7.4

For five years, I believed I was living in a perfect marriage, only to discover it was all a sham! I discovered that my husband was coveting my bone marrow for his mistress! Right in front of me, he sent her flirtatious messages. To make matters worse, he even brought her into the company to steal my work! I finally understood, he never loved me. I stopped pretending, collected evidence of his infidelity, and reclaimed the research he had stolen from me. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would eventually return. But when we met again, I was holding the hand of a globally renowned tycoon, draped in a wedding dress and grinning with confidence. My ex-husband's eyes were red with regret. "Come back to me!" But my new groom wrapped his arm around my waist, and chuckled dismissively, "Get the hell out of here! She's mine now."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

Husband Tries to Kill His Heiress Wife

9.5

The baby kicked inside me as I turned the key in the ignition, my hand instinctively moving to my swollen belly. "Almost there, little one," I whispered, smiling as another gentle nudge pressed against my palm. "Just a few more minutes and we'll meet the doctor." Today was my due date. After months of anticipation, the moment had finally arrived. I'd packed everything—the tiny clothes, the softest blankets, the journal I'd kept throughout my pregnancy filled with letters to my unborn child. "We're going to have a perfect day," I promised, pulling away from our apartment building. The morning sun cast golden light across the street, and I felt a surge of happiness so intense it almost hurt. I stopped at a red light, humming softly to the baby. My fingers traced the outline of my wedding ring—a habit I'd developed whenever anxiety threatened to overwhelm me. But today, there was no anxiety.

Modern Mystery Romance

7.3

Marked by the Lycan Prince

7.3

I thought heartbreak would break me. Maybe it did. But not in the way I expected. It awakened the monster inside. On the night I caught my boyfriend of five years with another woman, something snapped inside me. I wore rage like an outfit. Claws tore through my skin. I heard voices in my head, voices I was certain weren't mine. Then he appeared. Darian McAlister, the Lycan prince, all shades of danger wrapped in silver hair and flaming eyes. He saved me from myself that night, and then, accidentally marked me. Now, I'm tied to the man who's already betrothed to another. A man who wants nothing to do with me, and has made that clear. A man who still lurks in the shadows, waiting for something. And to make things worse, the Lycan family wants me dead, because the blood flowing through my veins creates a bond between me and the enemy that nearly destroyed them. But fate doesn't care about politics or debts owed. The accidental marking demands blood, and if we don't complete the Lycan's mating process... One of us dies.

Modern Romance Werewolf

8.6

Marked By The Mafia

8.6

Dr. Serena thought she had her life figured out—a steady career, a long-term relationship, and a wedding around the corner. But when unexpected events throw her life into turmoil, she throws herself into work, desperate for distraction. One night, her colleague and best friend, Rachel, calls in a favor. Serena agrees to cover a private emergency visit, hoping to keep her mind off everything else. Instead of a patient, she walks into a crime scene: a bleeding man, a gun on the table, and the dangerous gaze of Italy’s most feared Mafia boss, Luca Moretti, watching her like she was next on his to-do list. When the bleeding stops, she tries to leave—but he insists she stay for a drink. Terrified at first, certain she’s sitting across from a killer. One drink turns into too many, One reckless night becomes a memory she can’t forget, a mistake she tries to bury, an accident born of anger and heartbreak. She buries the guilt and settles back into the life she thought she knew, holding onto what’s familiar and safe. But some sins refuse to stay buried. Luca keeps appearing wherever she goes, despite her insistence he’ll lose interest. But he never lets go. He waits for the perfect moment, and when the biggest day of her life arrives, he makes his move. What happens when the happiest day of her life collides with the one man she swore she’d never see again?

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

My Daughter Called His Mistress Mom

8.4

Ten years into our marriage, Declan cheated on me. He came to me with the kids of the woman he’d betrayed me with, insisting they needed a father figure. Despite our daughter's tearful pleas, he remained indifferent. I didn't beg or plead; instead, I left with my daughter. Concerned she might be mistreated, I chose never to remarry. Years later, my daughter met a wonderful man. My granddaughter is adorable, and I spend my days taking care of her, enjoying a content and fulfilling life. On my sixtieth birthday, my daughter and son-in-law told me they were swamped with work, and my granddaughter had a surprise tutoring session, so we'd have to reschedule the celebration. But that evening, I stumbled upon a local video online. In a posh hotel suite, there they were—my daughter, her family, Declan, and those two kids.

Modern Mystery Romance

The Secret Mistress: Poisoning The Alpha's Unborn Heir

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