The Alpha's Ultimate Mistake: Rejecting the Secret Heir

Chapter 4

Word Count: 772 | Released on: 20/04/2026

d into a dull hum, drowned out by an intoxicating, irresistible s

frantically at the edges of my mind, roaring with a violent, pri

e suffocating crowd, my eyes scanning the stro

glowing in a backless emerald silk dress that clung to every curve, radiating an aura that was driving me absolutely

just moved. I strode across the floor, grabbed her bar

c jolt surged through my entire body. It was a blinding spark

possessive, guttural growl tearing from my

ve, blazed with pure fury. She yanked her arm, trying to sh

"Have you no shame?" I snarled, my Alpha ego fighting the chaotic satisfaction of my wolf. "F

ut that word, Kian. Who was shamelessly parading his mistress around days ago, e

wolf swelled with pride at her fire, but my pride as

er body against my side. "Adella?" she asked, her voice drippin

t her piercing gaze on me. "Keep your Rogue mi

p. The atmosphere around us froze. Ember's face drai

an, don't blame her. She must be terrified. She knows she'll have nothing once you reje

. That was the Adella I knew-weak, dependent, desperate for money. I ruthlessly shoved

"I won't tolerate you dragg

tures. She looked at me as if I were the most pathetic cr

" Adel

g over her with absolute arrogance. "Apologize to m

expected her to hesitate at

er intoxicating scent completely suffocated me. She l

an. I've already submitted

stopped

ught was a wolfless nobody-initiating a rejection aga

sened grip. She turned her back on me and walked out of the club without a single ounce of hesitation, leaving

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The Alpha's Ultimate Mistake: Rejecting the Secret Heir

Shearwater Werewolf

“For six years, I played the pathetic, wolfless Omega to honor the dying wish of the late Alpha who protected me. But on our sixth anniversary, my fated mate, Alpha Kian, was photographed looking tenderly at his mistress. When he finally stormed into our penthouse, he didn't apologize. Instead, he threw a fifty-million-dollar check onto the bed. "Take the money and accept my rejection obediently, or I'll show you what happens when you defy an Alpha." To force my compliance, he terminated all trade agreements with my best friend's pack, pushing them to the brink of bankruptcy. He accused me of blackmailing his grandfather into our marriage, entirely blind to the fact that his beloved mistress was actually a banished, feral Rogue. I had spent six years swallowing my pride, drinking toxic herbs to suppress my true White Wolf scent, and enduring his absolute disgust just to keep his pack safe. Why did I bleed for a man who despised my very existence? I looked at the blood money, and the suffocating sorrow in my chest was instantly replaced by white-hot fury. I didn't take a single cent. Instead, I submitted the rejection papers myself, dropped my pathetic disguise, and walked out into the freezing rain. A towering warrior with a black umbrella dropped to one knee before me in the mud. It was time to stop hiding and return home as the billionaire heir of the legendary Silvermoon Pack.”