The Day My Son Died, I Rejected My Alpha Husband

Chapter 6

Word Count: 618 | Released on: 06/08/2026

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rian never came. For the first tim

questions. I spoke to nurses, orderlies, and anyon

ntioned Aiden, fear flashed across their face

The moment she saw me, she lowered her head and tried to walk away

cocoa from the cart. "It's okay," I said s

ed her eyes as she finally whispered, "That day... the Head Hea

id... it was to make sure Leo received on

re adding, "He said it

was cold and ruthless, but I still couldn't be

vieve's hands

e had been sent to another Pack immediately after the c

arance. But I finall

murder. While I was piecing everything tog

by a maid. Her face was pale, h

ntil the door closed. As soon as we were alone, the fragile

an apple and slowly cut it with a small si

asn't it?" My

rs tighten. "And what if it was? Who would believe you? In

ed me ov

table woman who can

loser, loweri

ng for his father before he died." H

d. But before I could touch her, Genevieve s

. The sharp corner struck her forehead,

moment, the do

nevieve lying on the floor,

me! She's tryi

d been arrang

n look at me. He rushed past me and knelt beside h

ere something precious. Then he tu

that he no longer saw me as his mate. "You refuse to admit y

ropped into

kneel. Apologi

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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.”