His Unwanted Mate: The Supreme Alpha's Queen

Gavin

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For five years, I sealed my own wolf and pretended to be a "Wolfless" weakling, all to soothe my Alpha husband's fragile ego. But when his mistress committed a crime, Ignatz commanded me to take the fall. Desperate, I revealed the secret I had been keeping: I was pregnant. I thought it would save me. Instead, he sneered at my stomach. He called our child "biological waste" compared to the "high-born" heir his mistress was carrying. He ordered his guards to drag me to the clinic to "fix the mistake." I managed to escape the needle, only to be hunted down and thrown into a silver mine. The toxic metal didn't kill me, but the agony did something worse. It killed my unborn pup. While I lay bleeding in the dark, Ignatz hosted a grand gala. He publicly rejected me, dissolving our bond to marry his mistress, believing I was dead and gone. He didn't know his mistress was actually carrying a Rogue's bastard. He didn't know he had just murdered a Royal Prince. And he certainly didn't know that the grief had shattered the seal on my powers. The "Wolfless" girl died in that mine. The White Wolf rose in her place. Three days later, I crashed his engagement party. But I didn't come alone. I walked in flanked by the Royal Army and the Supreme Alpha, ready to burn his pack to the ground. Ignatz fell to his knees when he saw my glowing eyes, but I only had one thing to say. "Kneel."

Betrayal Pregnancy Alpha Werewolf Pregnancy

Chapter 10

12-22 22:57

Chapter 1

For five years, I sealed my own wolf and pretended to be a "Wolfless" weakling, all to soothe my Alpha husband's fragile ego.

But when his mistress committed a crime, Ignatz commanded me to take the fall.

Desperate, I revealed the secret I had been keeping: I was pregnant.

I thought it would save me. Instead, he sneered at my stomach.

He called our child "biological waste" compared to the "high-born" heir his mistress was carrying. He ordered his guards to drag me to the clinic to "fix the mistake."

I managed to escape the needle, only to be hunted down and thrown into a silver mine.

The toxic metal didn't kill me, but the agony did something worse. It killed my unborn pup.

While I lay bleeding in the dark, Ignatz hosted a grand gala. He publicly rejected me, dissolving our bond to marry his mistress, believing I was dead and gone.

He didn't know his mistress was actually carrying a Rogue's bastard.

He didn't know he had just murdered a Royal Prince.

And he certainly didn't know that the grief had shattered the seal on my powers.

The "Wolfless" girl died in that mine. The White Wolf rose in her place.

Three days later, I crashed his engagement party.

But I didn't come alone.

I walked in flanked by the Royal Army and the Supreme Alpha, ready to burn his pack to the ground.

Ignatz fell to his knees when he saw my glowing eyes, but I only had one thing to say.

"Kneel."

Chapter 1

Genevieve POV:

The air in the office was so heavy it felt like breathing underwater. It wasn't just the tension; it was the physical, crushing weight of the Alpha's Command.

Ignatz stood before me, his eyes flashing a dangerous, radioactive amber. He was the Alpha of the Turner Pack, the man I had stripped myself of everything for, the man I had bound my own powers to please.

"Kneel," he said.

It wasn't a request. It was a compulsion hooked directly into my nervous system. Because I was playing the role of a 'Wolfless'-a defective shifter-I had no shield against it. My knees hit the hardwood with a bone-jarring crack. Pain shot up my thighs, but I bit my lip until copper filled my mouth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a scream.

"Ignatz, please," I gasped, the oxygen squeezed from my lungs. "I didn't do it. Everleigh attacked that human. I saw her. If the Council investigates..."

"Silence!" Ignatz roared.

He paced around me, radiating disdain. "Everleigh is delicate. She is high-born. She wouldn't survive a night in the Council's holding cells. You, on the other hand? You're useless. No strength. No shift. No wolf."

He stopped, grabbing my chin and jerking my face up.

"You're taking the fall, Genevieve. You'll confess to the Council that you lost your temper and mauled that civilian."

"I can't," I whispered, my hands instinctively shielding my stomach. "Ignatz, listen to me. I'm pregnant."

For a split second, the crushing pressure lifted. His pupils blew wide. For a heartbeat, I saw the man I thought I loved. In our world, a pup is everything.

"Pregnant?"

"Yes," I choked out, a single tear cutting through the grime on my face. "It's yours. Please, don't send me away."

He stared at my stomach. Then, a cruel sneer curled his lip.

"A pup from a Wolfless mother?" He let out a harsh, barking laugh. "It'd be a runt. A genetic dead end. It would pollute the Turner bloodline."

My heart didn't just break; it stopped. "It's your child."

"It's a mistake," he spat. "Everleigh is pregnant too. She carries Elder blood. Her child will be a warrior, a King. Yours... yours is just biological waste."

The door opened. Two massive Beta enforcers filled the frame.

"Get rid of it," Ignatz commanded, waving a hand at me like I was a fly. "Take her to the clinic. Fix the 'mistake.' Then throw her in the cells until the Council arrives."

"Ignatz! No!" I screamed as the Betas hauled me up. "This is murder!"

He didn't look back. He walked straight to Everleigh, who was waiting in the hallway. She smirked, rubbing her flat stomach, eyes gleaming with victory.

"Don't worry, sweetie," she purred. "I'll be a great step-mom to your memory."

They dragged me out. I fought, kicking and scratching, but without my wolf, I was ragdoll against two full-grown enforcers.

The clinic smelled of bleach and impending death. The pack doctor, a man I'd known for years, wouldn't meet my eyes. He held a syringe filled with a dark, viscous purple liquid.

Wolfsbane. Concentrated.

"Sorry, Luna Genevieve," he mumbled. "Alpha's orders."

"Don't call me that," I hissed, straining against the leather restraints. "An Alpha protects his own."

The needle descended.

No. You will not take my baby.

Deep in the dark, silent corners of my soul, beneath the seal I'd forged years ago, something snapped awake. The White Wolf. She had been dormant to keep my identity safe, but now? Now she was awake, and she was homicidal.

Kill them, she roared.

A shockwave of heat incinerated my veins. The seal fractured-just a hairline crack, but enough.

"Get away from me!"

Energy exploded from my chest. The glass cabinets shattered, raining shards onto the tile. The doctor flew backward, slamming into the wall with a wet thud. The leather straps snapped like dry twigs.

I didn't hesitate. I rolled off the table, body screaming, and scrambled out the window, hitting the wet grass hard.

I ran. I ran until my lungs tasted like blood. I made it to the edge of the territory, near an abandoned gas station. My phone buzzed.

A news alert. A photo of Ignatz and Everleigh, beaming.

"Alpha Ignatz Turner announces a strong heir with his Chosen Mate, Everleigh."

He hadn't just rejected our child. He'd replaced us before the body was even cold.

Trembling, I dialed a number I hadn't touched in five years.

The line clicked.

"Father," I choked out. "It's Genevieve. I... I need extraction."

"Genevieve?" His voice was thunder and panic. "Where are you? We lost your signal years ago."

"Turner Territory. Old Route 9. Dad, I'm pregnant, and they tried to-"

Headlights swept over me. Tires screeched on the asphalt.

I spun around. A black Turner SUV skidded to a halt. Four enforcers jumped out.