The Day My Son Died, I Rejected My Alpha Husband

Chapter 4

Word Count: 728 | Released on: 06/08/2026

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e sunrise. I sat at the head of the long dining table, slow

lush still lingered on Genevieve's face. The moment she saw me, she

are you

ened. He walked to his seat at the

counseling session for you," he sa

er. The sharp sound of porcelain a

pposed to help me recover from watching my husband kiss h

enevieve gasped, her eyes im

s voice turned cold, and his Alph

e woman who once fear

ords? Dorian Sinclair, you really think you

id inside was still hot. Before eit

e screamed. Dorian turned away instinctively, but the liquid st

!" He stood up in fury

ush. For the first time i

the shin. My strength meant nothing against an Alpha, b

mate. Had just

dining room

ack and screamed, "Guards! Someone help! Kira h

awakened, almost turning red. He crossed the room in an instant, grabbe

ision blurred. But I didn't apologiz

l me. Let me go to Aiden. That's better than watc

ed for a moment, replaced by a brief flicker o

d down against the wall, coughi

anged again and again, but one thing rem

He only withdrew. It's your weakness. Your negative em

nable to believe w

became strangely certain. "Gen was right. If we keep belie

ly unde

n't accept losing his only heir, so he chos

ermoon Pack. Everyone believed h

he was the weakest

rner of my mouth. Looking at the man in front of me, I felt nothi

orian." My voice was calm. "You

nd walked upstairs. Behind me, I heard Genevi

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The Day My Son Died, I Rejected My Alpha Husband

Anna Solo Werewolf

“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.”