His Defiant Mate: The Alpha King's Obsession

I went to the Alpha Heir's office to tell him I was pregnant. I thought three years of devotion meant something.

Instead, I heard him laughing with his mistress.

"She's just a pet," Holden said. "A placeholder until you were ready."

While I lay bleeding in the clinic, mourning my lost child, Holden sent a "prank" cake laced with ghost peppers to the only father figure I had left. The shock gave the old man a heart attack, killing him instantly.

Holden didn't know about the miscarriage. He didn't know he had killed his own heir.

He just dragged me out of the hospital bed and ordered me to be a bridesmaid at his wedding to the mistress.

"Kneel and hold her train," he commanded, using his Alpha Voice to force me down. "That is your place."

He thinks I'm broken. He thinks I'm trapped because I'm a weak Omega.

But he forgot about the bet he made six months ago. He bet me as a prize in a street race against the ruthless Alpha King—and lost.

I dialed the private number I swore I'd never use.

"You won," I whispered into the phone. "Come get me."

Holden is waiting for me at the altar, expecting a submissive servant.

He has no idea that the Alpha King is coming to claim his prize, and his world is about to burn.

Chapter 1

Kenia POV:

Pain wasn't just a sensation; it was a physical weight, heavy and suffocating. It wasn't just the cramping in my lower abdomen, a sharp, twisting agony that felt like barbed wire being pulled through my insides. It was the emptiness.

I lay on the cold, sterile bed of the pack clinic, staring at the ceiling. The fluorescent lights buzzed like a trapped fly.

"The procedure is done," the doctor said. He didn't look at me. He was scrubbing his hands at the sink, the water running loud and harsh. "You were only six weeks along. It happens, Kenia. Especially with... your constitution."

My constitution. That was the polite way of saying Omega. Weak. Expendable.

"Where is he?" I asked, my voice cracking. My throat felt like I had swallowed broken glass.

The doctor turned off the tap and dried his hands with a paper towel. "Alpha Heir Holden is busy. The Mating Ceremony is tomorrow. He has preparations to make."

A cold laugh bubbled up in my chest, turning into a sob I choked back. The Mating Ceremony. Our ceremony. Or so I had thought for the last three years.

I closed my eyes, and the memories assaulted me.

Holden picked me three years ago. Not because of the Mate Bond—that cosmic lightning strike everyone dreams of—but because, as he put it, he didn't need destiny. He needed me. The quiet art student who was good at fixing things.

I thought I was fixing him. I thought I was fixing us.

But this morning, the illusion had shattered.

I had gone to his office to surprise