Supreme Alphas Unwanted Mate

For five years, I sealed my own wolf and pretended to be a "Wolfless" weakling, all to soothe my Alpha husband's fragile ego.

But when his mistress committed a crime, Ignatz commanded me to take the fall.

Desperate, I revealed the secret I had been keeping: I was pregnant.

I thought it would save me. Instead, he sneered at my stomach.

He called our child "biological waste" compared to the "high-born" heir his mistress was carrying. He ordered his guards to drag me to the clinic to "fix the mistake."

I managed to escape the needle, only to be hunted down and thrown into a silver mine.

The toxic metal didn't kill me, but the agony did something worse. It killed my unborn pup.

While I lay bleeding in the dark, Ignatz hosted a grand gala. He publicly rejected me, dissolving our bond to marry his mistress, believing I was dead and gone.

He didn't know his mistress was actually carrying a Rogue's bastard.

He didn't know he had just murdered a Royal Prince.

And he certainly didn't know that the grief had shattered the seal on my powers.

The "Wolfless" girl died in that mine. The White Wolf rose in her place.

Three days later, I crashed his engagement party.

But I didn't come alone.

I walked in flanked by the Royal Army and the Supreme Alpha, ready to burn his pack to the ground.

Ignatz fell to his knees when he saw my glowing eyes, but I only had one thing to say.

"Kneel."

Chapter 1

Genevieve POV:

The air in the office was so heavy it felt like breathing underwater. It wasn't just the tension; it was the physical, crushing weight of the Alpha's Command.

Ignatz stood before me, his eyes flashing a dangerous, radioactive amber. He was the Alpha of the Turner Pack, the man I had stripped myself of everything for, the man I had bound my own powers to please.

"Kneel," he said.

It wasn't a request. It was a compulsion hooked directly into my nervous system. Because I was playing the role of a 'Wolfless'-a defective shifter-I had no shield against it. My knees hit the hardwood with a bone-jarring crack. Pain shot up my thighs, but I bit my lip until copper filled my mouth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a scream.

"Ignatz, please," I gasped, the oxygen squeezed from my lungs. "I didn't do it. Everleigh attacked that human. I saw her. If the Council investigates..."

"Silence!" Ignatz roared.

He paced around me, radiating disdain. "Everleigh is delicate. She is high-born. She wouldn't survive a night in the Council's holding cells. You, on the other hand? You're useless. No strength. No shift. No wolf."

He stopped, grabbing my chin and jerking my face up.

"You're taking the fall, Genevieve. You'll confess to the Council that you lost your temper and mauled that civilian."

"I can't," I whispered, my hands instinctively shielding my stomach. "Ignatz, listen to me. I'm pregnant."

For a split second, the crushing pressure lifted. His pupils blew wide. For a heartbeat, I saw the man I thought I loved. In our world, a pup is everything.

"Pregnant?"

"Yes," I choked out, a single tear cutting through the grime on my face. "It's yours. Please, don't send me away."

He stared at my stomach. Then, a cruel sneer curled his lip.

"A pup from a Wolfless mother?" He let out a harsh, barking laugh. "It'd be a runt. A genetic dead end. It would pollute the Turner bloodline."

My heart didn't just break; it stopped. "It's your child."