Rejected by the Alpha: Carrying His Secret Heir

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what route I took or whose voices I passed on the way. The office was quiet.

eside my keyboard. "You should drink somethi

it stopped there. It didn't reach anything deeper. I sat like that for the rest of the a

uldn't. It wasn't my home anymore. I drove int

ect launch. The last place on earth I wanted to be. But as the proje

m, I stared at my reflection

An armor of foundation, eyeliner, and deep red lipstick. I chose a simple black evening gown, elega

was immediately met with a barrage

r hand. "I have to admire your resilience, Ms. Osborn," she said wi

't drink it. "My job is to manage a project, Ms. Price, not to perform my emotions for your ente

She hadn't expecte

l over the room. Bryc

he picture of a powerful Alpha with his chosen mate. They moved through the roo

n he had left me for, accepting congratulations on a project

room. For a single se

who had once stood across from me at an altar and said words I had believed

ot because I was afrai

of my gut. I set my glass on a passing tray and traded it for

ldn't feel it yet. It was too small, too new, still a secret the rest of the world didn't know. But I knew. Every wave of

g at something Kyla had said, his head bent towar

s I should have said, smiled through dinners where I was invisible at my own table. Because I thought that was what a wife

ad seen me, and he h

was the heartbeat I carried beneath my hand. What mattered was the child who would never have to earn

sed. I straightened my spine, lifted my chi

ot leaving this job. I was not leavin