Rejected by the Alpha: Carrying His Secret Heir

Chapter 9

Word Count: 682 | Released on: 29/07/2026

a P

e. Bryce sat at the head of the long ta

suit, her agent Veronica beside her. She looked

ect manager separated from her Alpha by a doze

lked them through the campaign I had meticulously designed for Ky

xpression, his fingers drumming a s

tly, touching his arm. They were acting as if they were in their own private world, and we were all just

ies of nitpicking questions, all of w

"Arla, this campaign is wonderful. I love it. Oh, s

A roaring filled m

y face frozen in c

signed one? When I was dating Bryce, didn't I meet you at the Holden estate and chat with you? You men

a hammer, shattering what

nd foolish spark of hop

called the electric thrill when our fingers had touched, the stupid hope that h

ty, their morbid curiosity, their scorn. I felt stripp

my eyes for him to say something.

as his confession. He had watched me tak

thoughtful of you." I clenched m

rted in my hands. Th

out, pushing my chair back abrup

to the restroom before I collapsed in front of a toilet, emptying th

as nothing compared to

me filled the air. I looked up to see Kyla standing

id, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Let this be a less

purse and began to leisurely reapply it

, so polished and victorious, and then at my own pathetic refle

rs slumped in defeat, and lef

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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.”