Rejected And Reclaimed

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

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Aria's POV

Liam clinked his glass with a spoon and a handsome smile on his face "Can I have everyone's attention please?".

Everyone paused and gave him their full attention, including me. I was supposed to be serving drinks at the party, but I couldn't resist watching HIM.

Liam Reed, the son of the Alpha of the Grey Moon pack, and my mate.

I knew I had a stupid smile on my face, but I couldn't help it.

Many times, I wondered how I got so lucky, how an omega like me got blessed with an alpha-to-be for a mate, an alpha that loved me so much.

"Aria..." my friend, Claire whispered harshly, trying to grab my attention.

I blinked my eyes as I came out from my daydreaming. I was still holding a tray of drinks in my hands.

"You're supposed to be serving drinks, not drooling over Liam Reed" she teased.

I rolled my eyes jokingly, "I'm not drooling," I replied, but I got distracted again when Liam started speaking.

"Today is a very special day for me and for this pack." Liam stated, and my heart skipped a beat.

"As I turn twenty-two today, I would love to also introduce to you all my mate, the future Luna of this pack." He declared, his eyes were shining with excitement and love.

Excited murmurs and whispers filled the room. My heart skipped again, I couldn't believe it. He was going to do it today.

Excitement surged through my body, he had promised to reveal me as his mate when the time was right, and I was thinking he was going to wait till he would be crowned as alpha.

I didn't know it was closer than I thought. Rhea, my wolf was giddy with excitement inside me. We weren't expecting this right now.

I wished he had given me a clue that it was happening today, on his twenty-second birthday. So that I could have been dressed more impressively, but maybe he just wanted to surprise me.

I grinned as I braced myself to be introduced to the pack.

Liam waited patiently for the whispers to die down before he continued speaking. "Please welcome my fated mate, chosen for me by the moon goddess herself, and the future Luna of the Grey Moon pack,"

Everyone held their breaths, I included.

"...... Veronica Hall!" Liam declared.

Everyone in the party burst into cheers and applause, except me.

My mind went blank. Did I hear that right? Veronica Hall? Not me? Not Aria?

I stood frozen and the tray of drinks shook in my hands. I watched in shock and disbelief as Veronica, the beta's daughter, a tall and beautiful she-wolf with long, black hair, stepped forward confidently as though she was expecting it.

She approached Liam, who was looking at her with love and admiration. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a long kiss.

No. This can't be happening.

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