Till Death Do Us Apart

Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King

Da Lanlan

For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess. Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world. Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna. Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee. Immediately after, my mother called to gloat. "Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?" She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue. I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die. But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom. I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent. If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one.

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Chapter One

Losing my baby

Jane's pov

"Mrs.Jane, I'm sorry you haven't been able to keep the baby "

The doctor's words hit me like a sledgehammer, stealing the air from my lungs. I stared at her lips, moving slowly as she repeated herself, but the words didn't seem real. I clutched my phone, staring blankly at the screen, willing the notification bar to light up, hoping Christian had responded to my texts.But yet nothing happened

"What do you mean doctor " I ask as my voice breaks .

Miss Bright is always a petite woman with kind eyes, touching my hand gently. "Given the condition at hand now your body has been unable to nourish the fetus , this causes the fetus to deceased and I will advise we proceed with the abortion in other to keep you safe . " She said as she hand me an envelope.

"Take your time. Let me know when you are ready for the surgery. I'll step out for a moment."

I nodded, though I didn't know what I was agreeing to. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone in the sterile room. My phone sat heavy in my hand, its blankness taunting me.

I typed a quick message:

"I'M AT THE HOSPITAL. CALL ME."

I stared at the screen, waiting for the receipt. Nothing. Five minutes passed. Ten. Still nothing.

Of course. Why would he bother?

I sank back into the bed, my body aching, not just from the miscarriage, but from five years of loneliness. Five years of being invisible to the man I married. Christian was a shell of a husband physically present but emotionally tied to someone who wasn't me.

Amanda.

I still remember the way he lit up whenever her name was mentioned. He didn't even bother hiding it. She was his first love, the one who "got away." She went overseas to study, leaving him with nothing but promises to stay in touch. And me? I was the rebound. The second choice. The standin wife.

And now, she is back.

It had been all over the news just this morning. I glanced at the TV mounted in the corner of the hospital room. The reporter's voice echoed in my head as if taunting me again:

"Amanda Stewart has returned to the country after years abroad. Her former flame, Christian Holmes, was seen greeting her at the airport with a brand new luxury car. Sources close to the pair confirm they are back together and expecting a baby. An engagement party is reportedly in the works."

The image that followed was burned into my mind: Christian standing at the airport, grinning like he hadn't in years, holding Amanda's hand as they descended from the plane stairs. She looked radiant, glowing in a way I hadn't since... Well, ever.

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