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."

Chapter 1

Aurelia POV:

The biometric scanner on the heavy oak door beeped green. It was a small, pathetic victory. The password was not my birthday, nor was it our anniversary. It was hers.

0-8-2-4. August 24th. Kaleigh's birthday.

I stepped into Jacob's study. The room smelled of old paper and the expensive cigars he smoked when he was stressed about the Moonstone Pack's stocks. As the Alpha, Jacob ran our pack like a Fortune 500 company. Sentimentality was a weakness he had bred out of himself long ago.

*My hands weren't just trembling; they were sweating against the leather of my sketchbook.* I was not supposed to be here. An Omega, even the Alpha's wife, had no business in the center of pack politics. But the whispers among the servants had been too loud to ignore. *Whispers about "restructuring" and "assets."*

I found the file under a stack of blueprints-blueprints