Rejected by the Alpha: Carrying His Secret Heir

Chapter 5

Word Count: 664 | Released on: 29/07/2026

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to Bryce's arm, her smile sweet and dazzling. She was the vo

e returning, brighter than before, now edged with a cool, assessing curiosity.

I were a piece of furniture, a

had never, not once, heard him use with me. "Go wai

back to me as she passed. She gave me a

lder in my lap, my nails leaving cre

e finally acknowledged me, his voice reverting

al mask firmly in place. "The MQ pro

t page without reading, and sc

the faint red mark on my wrist where he had grabb

lled out a flat, beautifully wrapped gift box.

," he said, his tone

ivorce papers yesterday, a gift

A hint of his usual impa

own accord, reached for

ad-singer-signed edition from The Wanderers, my favorite indie band. I had menti

d. He had fo

art. Maybe this was his way of saying sorry. Maybe the divorce

rd from the box, our

a treacherous current between us. I saw him flinch, pulling

ace for any sign of warmth,

rned away. "The file

instantly extinguished, dou

s a severance package. A paym

possibly heavy in my hands, a mocker

word. The pain was sharper now, the brief h

old files. I don't want to see it for now. I don't want to think of Bryce's cold face, no

panic. "Arla! It's Brenda from PR. She just sent out an email.

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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.”