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 5

Lana POV:

It was my birthday.

I hadn't expected a party. I hadn't expected anything. But the doorbell rang at 7:00 PM.

Jameson opened it.

"Caren!" he exclaimed, stepping aside to let her in. He didn't look surprised. He looked relieved.

She walked in, holding a thermos flask. She was wearing a dress that was a little too tight, a little too short. She looked at me, her eyes gleaming with malice.

"Happy Birthday, Luna Lana," she said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I brought you something special. A fertility tea. My grandmother's recipe. It helps... broken wolves heal."

"Get out," I said.

Jameson slammed his hand on the table. "Lana! Be polite."

"She is an Omega. She does not belong in the Alpha house uninvited," I said, trying to summon the authority I didn't feel.

"I invited her," Jameson snapped. "She's trying to help us, Lana. She knows we're struggling to conceive. Drink the tea."

"I'm not drinking anything she made," I said, backing away. The thermos smelled wrong. Beneath the peppermint and sage, there was a bitter, metallic undertone.

Jameson's eyes flared. "Stop acting like a child. You're embarrassing me. Drink it. That is an order."

"No."

"I said drink it!"

The Alpha Voice hit me like a sledgehammer. Drink.

My knees buckled. My wolf whined in submission against my will. I collapsed into the dining chair.

Caren smirked. She poured the dark, steaming liquid into a cup. As she leaned in, she whispered so only my wolf hearing could catch it:

"Enjoy it, you barren bitch. You can't even shift. You'll never give him a pup."

My hand moved on its own, fighting every inch of the way. My fingers trembled as I lifted the cup. I didn't want to drink it. My instincts were screaming DANGER.

But the Alpha's Command overrides instinct.

I swallowed the liquid.

It tasted sweet for a second.

Then, fire.

It felt like I had swallowed a mouthful of broken glass and battery acid. My throat seized instantly.

I dropped the cup. I clawed at my neck.

Wolfsbane.

For humans, it's a mild toxin. For wolves, it is death. It shuts down our connection to the moon. It corrodes our insides.

"Lana?" Jameson frowned. "Stop being dramatic."

I couldn't breathe. My airway was closing. Purple spots danced in my vision.

I tried to shift. If I could shift, my healing would accelerate. I pushed, I strained.

Nothing. The poison had locked my wolf away.

I fell off the chair, writhing on the floor.

"Oh my god!" Caren gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. "Did she choke? Is she allergic to sage? I didn't know!"

I pointed to the sideboard. The antidote. Every wolf household keeps a vial of Wolfsbane antidote for emergencies.

I crawled toward it. My lungs were burning. My heart was stuttering.

Jameson stood up. He looked confused.

I reached for the vial.

"Jameson!" Caren shrieked. "She's going to attack me! Look at her eyes!"

My eyes were bloodshot, bulging. I must have looked terrifying.

Jameson didn't think. He reacted.

He saw me reaching out-not for the medicine, but in Caren's direction.

"Back off!" he roared.

He shoved me.

He shoved his dying, pregnant wife.

I flew backward, hitting the wall. The vial of antidote rolled under the sofa, out of reach.

I lay there, gasping like a fish out of water. My vision was going black.

Jameson stood over Caren, shielding her. "Don't you dare touch her, Lana! Apologize to Caren!"

I looked at him. I saw the man I had loved. I saw the father of the child dying inside me.

I summoned every ounce of strength I had left. I didn't use my voice. I used the Mind-Link, forcing it through his block with the sheer power of my desperation.

My Pup... I screamed into his mind. You are killing our Pup...

Then, darkness took 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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