Rejecting the Alpha Who Chose His Lover Over Our Unborn Daughter

On Thanksgiving Day, Edward Carlson, Alpha of the Silver Fang Pack, found himself embroiled in a scandal when his former lover, Gabrielle Munoz, a rogue werewolf, posted a picture of a bed strewn with rose petals. The caption read: "Thanks to you, my life is complete." The mirror in the image unmistakably reflected Edward’s arm, displaying their matching tattoos—a clear sign of their bond. Amalia Jenkins, Edward’s former mate and an Omega, was livid. She threatened to inform Gabrielle’s husband, Gordon Wells, a Beta in the pack. Panicked, Edward returned to the packhouse, his Alpha aura flaring as he lashed out at Amalia.

"Gabrielle’s mate can’t have pups," Edward growled, his voice sharp with frustration. "I’m just helping her fulfill her dream of becoming a mother. What’s wrong with that?" Even their son, Holden, chimed in, his voice echoing his father’s defiance. "I don’t want you as my mom. I want Aunt Gabrielle instead."

But when Amalia, despite her lowly Omega status, cut off their access to pack resources and sent them packing to Gabrielle, they quickly regretted it. Edward and Holden clung to her, begging not to be abandoned.

Edward stormed into the packhouse, his Alpha presence filling the room as he tossed his coat aside. "Amalia, have you lost your mind? Didn’t I tell you Gabrielle’s mate can’t father pups? I’m just helping her. Do you need to blow this up?"

"Helping her, Alpha?" Amalia’s voice was calm but cutting. "You helped her all the way to bed. If I hadn’t called, would you be in bed together now?" Edward hesitated, guilt flashing in his eyes before his Alpha pride took over. "I was just helping. I don’t have any feelings for her. We’ve been mated for so long—you know what kind of wolf I am."

Amalia observed him, realizing that after years of being his mate, she was only now seeing him clearly. A week ago, Edward had asked for her understanding, explaining Gabrielle’s mate couldn’t have pups and Gabrielle’s dream was to be a mother. Amalia had firmly refused, warning that she’d reject him if he dared. He had promised.

Yet, there he was, with Gabrielle at a hotel. Without Gabrielle’s social media post, Amalia would’ve remained clueless, unknowingly wearing the metaphorical "green hat."

Their son, Holden, overhearing the argument, rushed out of his room. "Why do you always upset Alpha? He’s been working hard for the pack, and you do nothing but spend resources. What right do you have to be mad?"

"Alpha’s just helping Aunt Gabrielle a bit—you taught me helping others is a virtue! You’re an adult and can’t even do that—how can you expect it from me?" Holden scolded Amalia before grabbing Edward’s pant leg and looking up earnestly. "Alpha, what’s going on with Aunt Gabrielle? Will I have siblings soon?"

Amalia was horrified to discover Holden knew—and was okay with it. "Holden, you’re too young to understand what it means for Alpha to sleep with another wolf. Come here," she extended