Rejected by the Alpha: Carrying His Secret Heir

Author: Winnie Suchoff

Chapter 1

Word Count: 652 | Released on: 29/07/2026

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the cashmere coat tighter around myself, my eyes fixed on the dark expanse of the

-week-old secret. A baby. The pack healer had once informed me that my constitution made con

st to the biting November air. I couldn't wait t

ner, the perfect Alpha of Blackwood Pack, the impeccable head of the Holden empire, but never truly my husband. I had always b

egnancy test results from this afternoon. I pictured his surpri

solved into the landing lights of the Gulfstream. My heart

vering over his contact. I wanted to tel

rang, a steady, lonely puls

ans

ering his things. Maybe the signal was bad. I told myself th

d with a soft hiss. I watched, expecting to see his tall, comm

d his number again. I gripped the pho

ee times, t

d, a wave of relie

s familiar, low baritone. It was light, feminin

somewhat familiar, bu

ion. "Hello? Bryce went to the restroom, left his phone with me. Is

lt as though I cou

h him? He had come back earl

warmed my mind, v

ashed over me. I said

ried to reassure myself that he was probably just

I stared at the scr

's voice. The background wasn't quiet-it certainly wasn't

ing on the tarmac, that I wanted to ask

at home. We n

on the tarmac in the cold win

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Rejected by the Alpha: Carrying His Secret Heir

Winnie Suchoff Werewolf

“I waited at the private tarmac to surprise my husband of three years with my positive pregnancy test. But a sweet, feminine voice answered his phone, and when he finally came home, he handed me a divorce agreement on our third anniversary. He coldly announced that his childhood sweetheart, Kyla, had returned, and it was time to end our marriage. At his company, my major marketing project was snatched away and handed to Kyla. When I confronted the coworker who viciously insulted my late father, my husband stepped in. "Apologize. Now." He used his Alpha command to force my submission, then ordered me to personally manage Kyla's campaign, making me build her throne with my own hands. He even handed me a rare vinyl record I'd always wanted, only for Kyla to publicly humiliate me later. "Do you like the gift I gave you, Arla?" I was just a wolfless Omega, a pathetic placeholder who kept his bed warm while his true Luna was away. Three years of my devotion meant absolutely nothing, and I was left utterly destroyed, carrying a secret baby he didn't even give me the chance to reveal. But as I stood in the corner of their celebration banquet, watching them accept everyone's blessings, my hand rested on my flat stomach. The heartbreak faded, replaced by a cold, unshakeable resolve. This wasn't about love anymore; from now on, I would be the one making the rules.”