Rejected by the Alpha: Carrying His Secret Heir

Chapter 4

Word Count: 726 | Released on: 29/07/2026

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the master bedroom, not with it still carrying the scent of Bryce. But no matter how much I tried to hide

o tightly, but I couldn't fall apart now. I had to go to wor

severe, most inconspicuous charcoal gray suit I owned. I applied concealer wi

oom. She told me that Bryce had come home in the early hours,

rfume? I thought with a bitter internal laugh. I forced down

a major project meeting today. I had to be professiona

shift in the atmosphere. The curious stares, the hus

le. In a place like this, any ripple in the Alpha's per

placed a coffee on my desk. "Arla," she whisper

l. I turned on my computer, but the whispers followe

. Someone saw her on the executive

You know. She was always just a wolfless nobo

ing into the plastic. The humiliation was a

ome water. The gossiping team members fell silen

my movements stiff,

idn't know who I was, gestured toward me. "Who's

down!" she hissed, her voice dripping with condescending pity

e across the face,

his own company, I was nothing. An invisible woman, erase

na. I had never even be

om my face. The glas

siping employee's eyes. The look I gave her was so full of

desk and set the gla

yce's signature, a final approval I couldn't bypass. Riding the e

with an uncomfortable formality. "Miss Osborn.

ight to speak, and sat in

ice swung open. He emerged, followed by a woman who

as holding his arm as

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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.”