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The Day My Son Died, I Rejected My Alpha Husband

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 860    |    Released on: 06/08/2026

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ept all night, and I changed into a simple black dress,

as cold. He had left for a Pack council meeting, and

s. Aiden's funeral would be handled quickly and quietly,

istair Sinclair, Dorian's grandfather. He was the only person

my la

enter of the Pack lands. I found Alistair sitting beside

rise before turning heavy with sorrow. "Kira," he sai

hold back finally fell. "Elder... Aiden... something happened to

ace grew with every word. When I finished, he slammed his staf

force without a protective ward i

orian's assistant, Jessic

me to inform you that Aiden's funeral will begin in half an hour.

attend a celebration for the child

pression chan

an that if he still sees me as his grandfather, he will cancel that ridiculous party immediatel

ned pale. She quic

He pressed a hand against his chest, his face tightening as pa

, helped him sit properly

owly recovered. His ha

end." His voice remained firm. "Now go. Go and say your fin

l ceremony, attended only by me, Elder Alistair, and a few elderly

the earth with my own hands. The

hide the truth about Aiden's death and cover up what really happened dur

inst my chest. I would protect th

ed for someone to escort me back to the Alpha House to rest. As I wal

red his grandfather's order, and the grand hall rem

hold Aiden's ashes, and be alone, so I took the path through the b

without hesitation. It was not a gentle or hidden kiss, but one filled with desire. Her arms wer

already with another woman. The last trace of hope I had for our ma

Our eyes met across the garden. His expression remained cold, showing only

. A smile with no warmth left in it.

n Sin

n, there was nothi

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The Day My Son Died, I Rejected My Alpha Husband
The Day My Son Died, I Rejected My Alpha Husband
“I sat in the sterile room holding my five-year-old son's cold hand, while cheers and popping champagne echoed from the VIP suite next door. My husband, the Alpha, was throwing a party to celebrate the miracle recovery of his mistress's son. But that miracle was bought with my son's life. I discovered the Pack Healer had deliberately removed the protective wards during the energy ritual, all on my husband's orders, to ensure the mistress's cub survived. When I confronted him, he didn't even glance at our dead child on the bed. Instead, he shielded his weeping mistress, demanding I get on my knees and apologize for scaring her. "The Pack needs a Luna who can fulfill her duties, not a useless, weeping wreck." He even forced me out into a deadly blizzard in a thin nightgown to care for her fake fever, leaving me to die in the snow when my old wounds flared up. I couldn't understand how the sacred mate-bond meant absolutely nothing to him. How could he blindly cherish the very people who murdered his own flesh and blood, while treating my years of sacrifice like garbage? Waking up in the hospital, my shattered heart finally turned to ash. In front of the entire Pack, I looked straight into his furious eyes and publicly rejected him as my mate. Then, I hired a devastatingly handsome Rogue, drafted the divorce papers, and prepared to burn his precious reputation to the ground.”