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I Rejected the Alpha and Hid His Baby Novel Cover

I Rejected the Alpha and Hid His Baby

The password to my husband's study wasn't our anniversary. It was his mistress's birthday. Inside, hidden under a stack of blueprints, I found a document titled "Transfer of Guardianship." It stated that upon birth, I would be stripped of all parental rights, and my baby would be raised by Kaleigh, the "Luna Designate." When I confronted Jacob, the Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, he didn't even flinch. "Kaleigh is wolfless and barren," he said coldly, sipping his whiskey. "She has the political connections to be Luna. You are just an Omega." "I am your wife!" I screamed. "You are an incubator," he corrected me. "Your genes are useful. Your status is not." He then tossed a key on the table. It was for a hidden condo. He told me that after they took my son, I could live there as his secret mistress for "stress relief." Kaleigh even mind-linked me, laughing as she called me a vessel, bragging that Jacob had never marked me because he was saving his bite for her. I realized then that running wasn't enough. To save my son, Aurelia Flynn had to cease to exist. I bought a vial of "The Widow's Kiss"—a poison that stops the heart for ten minutes—and lit a match. As the flames consumed our penthouse, I drank the poison and let the world believe the Alpha's rejected mate had committed suicide. Ten years later, deep in the mountains, Jacob stumbled into a clearing while inspecting land. He fell to his knees when he saw me, thinking he was seeing a ghost. "Aurelia? I buried you..." "You buried a memory," I said, my voice commanding him with a power he had never known I possessed. Then, a boy stepped out from behind me. He had Jacob's jawline, but his eyes were molten gold, and his aura was that of a legendary White Wolf. Jacob looked at the boy, trembling. "Is he... is he mine?" "He is mine," I replied, my eyes glowing. "You wanted a tool for your mistress. Instead, I raised the King who will strip you of everything."
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Chapter 3

Aurelia POV:

The next morning, a courier arrived.

I opened the envelope. Inside was a copy of the contract I had tried to give Jacob. It had been ripped into confetti.

But as I held the pieces, a wave of nausea hit me. The paper had been scent-marked. It reeked of Jacob's pheromones-angry, possessive, and spicy. It was a warning. *I am watching.*

I went to the kitchen to make tea, trying to calm the shaking in my hands. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my temples. It felt like an ice pick driving into my brain.

*Good morning, incubator.*

The voice echoed inside my skull. It wasn't Jacob. It was Kaleigh.

I dropped the mug. It shattered on the tiles.

*Get out of my head,* I thought, pushing back with my mental shields.

*Jacob gave me access,* she purred. *He opened the pack link for me. He wants me to keep an eye on his investment.*

A ping sounded on my phone. A message from an unknown number.

It was an audio file.

My finger hovered over the play button. I knew I shouldn't. I knew it would hurt. But I pressed it anyway.

Low moans filled the kitchen. The sound of skin slapping against skin. And then, Jacob's voice, rough and breathless.

"My Luna... my only queen..."

I retched. I barely made it to the sink before I vomited.

It wasn't just disgust. It was biological. When a fated mate betrays the bond, the other partner's body rejects it. It feels like poisoning. My stomach cramped, and my skin burned as if I had a fever.

Another message. A photo.

It showed Kaleigh lying in a nest of blankets-blankets that belonged to me. She was wearing my silk robe. She was lying in the Alpha's den, the most sacred space in the house, a place only the true mate should enter.

She looked at the camera with a smirk, her eyes triumphant.

*He never marked you, did he?* Kaleigh's voice slithered through the link again. *Five years of marriage, and no bite mark on your neck. You know why? Because he was saving that spot for me.*

She was right. Jacob had always made excuses. "It's too primitive," he'd said. "We are modern wolves."

It was a lie. He just didn't want to stain his soul with an Omega.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The pain was clarifying. It burned away the last shreds of hope.

I closed my eyes and focused on the mental intrusion. I imagined a brick wall. I am an architect. I know how to build walls. I visualized laying each brick, sealing it with mortar, closing off the tunnel she was using.

*You can have him,* I projected back, putting all my hatred into the thought. *He is a broken man for a broken woman. But if you touch my pup, I will tear out your throat.*

I slammed the mental door shut. The silence returned, ringing in my ears.

I went to the bedroom and opened my jewelry box. I took out the silver amulet my mother had given me. It was the only thing I had from her.

Then I went to the closet. Hidden in the back, inside a shoebox, was a small crystal. A Resonance Stone. It was linked to Jacob's energy signature, allowing us to find each other in emergencies.

I took a heavy brass paperweight from the nightstand.

I didn't hesitate. I brought the weight down.

*Crack.*

The crystal shattered into dust.

Instantly, I felt a snap in my chest. The passive connection to Jacob-the one that let him know I was in the house-vanished. To him, I had just disappeared from the radar.

I packed a single bag. No clothes, just cash, my sketchbook, and the silver amulet.

I was leaving the ivory tower.

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