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The Alpha's Ultimate Mistake: Rejecting the Secret Heir

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 703    |    Released on: 20/04/2026

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d life. I sank into the plush leather seats, the scent of winter pine and Silas's warrior aura grounding me. I

the engine, a booming, authori

ld. This humilia

of the Silvermoon Pack. His mind-link wa

No, Grandfather. I won't return as a broken, rej

growled through the link, his protective fury bleeding into

lf,"* I countered fiercely. *"Give m

my way. You will take over all Silvermoon operations in that city. You have one year to increase our wealth and influence there by thirty pe

he Stonecreek Pack. A powerful, respectable man, but mar

ring the link before he c

down for six years evaporated, replaced by a co

e, I want a rock-solid, exclusive trade alliance established with Asia's Woodlands Pack. Whatever Kian cut off, we com

, a fierce, proud smile spreading across

territory club vibrated through the floorboards. Asia ha

n the bitter wolfsbane herbs Alvah had prescri

tuberose, rich vanilla, and crisp moonlight, a scent designed by the Moon Goddess to bring any male wolf to his knees. I had t

ed close, his hand lightly resting on my waist as we moved to the rhythm, but I ba

in the club su

eck stood up. I glanced towar

racks, his tall frame rigid. Even from across the dimly lit room, I saw his storm-gray eyes dilate until they were

ith the force of a freight train. I could practically feel his inner wolf roaring i

the stranger's hand on my waist, and th

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The Alpha's Ultimate Mistake: Rejecting the Secret Heir
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.”