icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

The Alpha's Cruel Bet On His Unborn Heir

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 795    |    Released on: 23/12/2025

ida

the living room of the Alpha's

ion in the mirror for an h

dison's cheap cologne. He held a mug in his hand. "I brought

smile of a predator wa

erek," I said, keep

n the room grew heavy. A low, vibrati

's Co

" he said softly.

al imperative to submit to the Alpha. I took the mug. My wolf snarl

sweet, masking a bitte

ati

atting my head as if I

ately. I let my eyelids flutter an

ent, then pulled out his p

nd rhythmic, peering throu

walked in, followed by a woma

l

bered, but her scent had changed. I

sked, looking at me wit

og," Edis

ed out a small vial. inside, a liquid glowe

e announced proudly. "I had it b

od ran

wolf into a coma while leaving the human mind awake but par

a pregnant bitc

gs. She won't be able to move a muscle, but she'll feel ev

r the party. I want her frozen when I announce the rejection

ection?" a ne

d entered. A man I didn't know. He sm

me. "Check the merchandise. If you like what

d hand grab my chin. He turned my face side to side.

ft. My wolf was screaming, clawing at the wall

told h

grunted. "I'll pay top d

ne," Ediso

forward. "Ope

. Elsa used a swab to col

she said. "We don't want to kill her. Not yet

manicured nail

what they called my ba

et out. She'll wake up in a

he back door like rats

or clicked shut,

inger down my throat, retching up the mil

nt to Dere

pected Derek was hiding assets, I'd installed a sim

camera feeds. He had installed them to spy on m

aded the

taskbar. An encrypted chat app. H

The group name ma

una Au

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
The Alpha's Cruel Bet On His Unborn Heir
The Alpha's Cruel Bet On His Unborn Heir
“For eight months, my Alpha husband Derek smiled as he rubbed my swollen belly, discussing nursery names. I thought he was excited. Then I found the hidden medical file: Vasectomy. One year ago. Irreversible. He believed my pregnancy was a betrayal. But instead of confronting me, he planned a public execution of my dignity. At the pack gala, he and his mistress drugged me with Wolfsbane. Paralyzed and helpless, I was forced to listen as they took bets from the crowd on who the "real" father was. When the pain started and I felt the life slipping from my womb, I screamed for him through our Mind-Link. "Let the bastard die," he replied coldly, severing the bond. I miscarried on the ballroom floor while they laughed. They thought I was broken. They were wrong. I sent him a box containing the remains, accompanied by a forged DNA test proving the child was his. I watched from the shadows as his sanity shattered under the weight of "killing his own heir." Now, he sits in a maximum-security asylum, howling in grief for a son that never truly belonged to him. I sip my champagne in First Class, leaving the wreckage behind. The sterilization had worked perfectly. The baby wasn't his. But as long as he suffers, the truth doesn't matter.”
1 Chapter 12 Chapter 23 Chapter 34 Chapter 45 Chapter 56 Chapter 67 Chapter 78 Chapter 89 Chapter 910 Chapter 10