Pregnant and rejected by the Alpha king
My name's Althea Whitmore— a slave to my stepmom and stepsister. It's well-known how much my father despises me. My late mom was of Zelta bloodline, and my father hailed from a Gamma bloodline. Strangely, I was born an omega and Mom died after giving birth to me. The entire pack has known me as a jinx, and my difficulty manifesting my wolf form is not news. I turned 20 this year, I thought I would never get a mate, that I was bound and fated to suffer in my father's house. Until the Alpha prince returned from abroad for his impending coronation as the next king of the Blood Moon pack. It turned out I was his fated mate. The mate bond was too strong for either of us to resist each other and we made the most of it that night. But just a few days later, he made me stand before the whole pack and rejected me. That was it: that was the last straw. I couldn't stay in the Pack any longer, so I left. But why did the goddess decide to toy with me further by making me pregnant for that undeserving scum?!
And then, there's him— the devilishly sexy Alpha Kieran of the rival Pack.
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Chapter: Pregnant? Kieran's POV:I woke up suddenly, drenched in sweat. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, as if it had been racing for hours, even though I just closed my eyes moments ago. Before I could even begin to process what just happened, the door to my chamber swung open. A guard entered, his face pale and breathless. “Delta Micah returned from the errand you sent him a few days ago.” The guard panted heavily, barely able to catch his breath. “And he found someone near the borders.”I swung my legs off the bed. "Does he suspect it's a spy?” My voice was groggy, but sharp.“No, Alpha. She’s injured. Likely trying to flee from the BloodMoon Pack after they were attacked by rogues last night.”I rose from the bed. "It’s a woman?" I growled, my anger rising. "Has it been confirmed if she's from the BloodMoon Pack or ours?"The guard hesitated, a little unsure. "Not yet, but she doesn’t have our Pack’s tattoo, and she doesn’t have the Blood Moon's either.”That was strange. “That’s odd.” I mutte
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Chapter: Another chance Althea's POV:I stared at him, hoping that everything he just said was a lie. But he didn’t take it back.“Take it back.” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please, take it back.” I pleaded, and all eyes turned to me.Summoning what little courage I had left, I began to take slow steps toward him. My fingers jabbed against his chest as I demanded. “Are you kidding me?” I asked, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. “How? When? And why?” My voice cracked as I stumbled over the words.The crowd in the square blurred around me as Zane’s voice rang out. “A cursed mate? A jinx? You think I would ever accept something like that as my Luna?”I stood frozen. My lips parted to protest, but no sound came out.Zane wasn’t done. He stepped closer, his silver-gray eyes colder than I’d ever seen them. “Althea, you’ve been nothing but bad luck since the moment you were born. Your mother died because of you. And now you think you’re worthy of being my Luna?”The murmurs in the crowd turned into
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Chapter: He went for my stepsister Althea's POV:The knowledge that the Alpha prince, the most powerful wolf in the Pack, was my Mate left me feeling both excited and terrified. Our bloodlines couldn’t be more different. He was nobility, born to lead and feared by all. I, on the other hand, was a nobody, a servant in my own father’s house.My heart fluttered between hope and sadness. Every time I scrubbed the floors or cooked a meal, I couldn’t help but wonder: Why would someone like him choose me? Would he even acknowledge me as his Mate in public?That evening, I found myself at my usual lonely spot by the edge of the woods. I sat on the moss-covered rock, my head resting on my knees, as my thoughts spiraled.Then, I caught his scent.The woody aroma mixed with hints of cedar and musk wrapped around me. My heart skipped a beat as I lifted my head and saw him approaching. Zane.His silver-gray eyes locked onto mine as if I were the only thing that mattered. My breath hitched as he closed the distance between us, his
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Chapter: The Prince is my mate Althea's POV:My thoughts drifted to the way he touched me, kissed me, claimed me. I could still feel his lips on my skin, the fire in his eyes as he said that one word that changed everything.Mate!But as I sat there, clutching my dress to my chest, confusion began to creep in. Who was he? He never told me his name. I didn’t even know where he came from. The only thing I knew for certain was the bond between us—it was real and undeniable.Still, he disappeared without a trace, leaving me with more questions than answers. My wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, obviously disappointed.I sighed and forced myself to my feet. There was no use sitting out here, wallowing in sadness. My father’s house awaited me, along with the never-ending list of chores Riya has surely prepared to make my life miserable.By the time I reached my father's house, the sky was a pale shade of blue, the sun had just begun to rise. I slipped in quietly, praying no one had noticed my absence. I coul
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Chapter: His scent Althea's POV:“Maybe death is the only way I can be saved.” I said to myself, while I sat on the same rock I always did whenever I needed to escape my father's house. I hugged my knees to my chest, resting my chin on top of them, and began to hum softly, the melody was one I had sung since I was a child. It was a song my mother sang loudly when she thought no one was listening. It was the only thing I had left of her, the only memory of love in a world that seemed intent on reminding me of my place—beneath everyone else's feet.My stepmom, Sarah and her daughter made sure of that. Luckily, Sarah is away for a few days, so I only have to deal with Riya.My half-sister’s wicked laughter echoed in my ears as I thought about all the tasks she’d so graciously dumped on me. Scrubbing floors, washing her endless gowns, cooking meals she barely touched—it was all part of her daily ritual to remind me that I was nothing more than the product of my father’s mistake. A bastard.But today, so
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