The Day My Son Died, I Rejected My Alpha Husband

Chapter 5

Word Count: 694 | Released on: 06/08/2026

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t of bed. "Genevieve has a fever. The shock and the coffee you threw on her yesterday made

f. "Take care of her? Doria

grip tightened. "And don't forget, you are still the Lu

into the storm. The wind struck my face like

the other side of the Pack lands,

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an was attacked from behind by a silver-coated dag

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grabbed my arm, and forced me upright. "I don't

ar on my back, and a sharp pain tore through

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re had dropped dangerously low, and the old silver wou

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vieve."Her hands tightened into fists. "He even told everyone

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The Day My Son Died, I Rejected My Alpha Husband

Anna Solo Werewolf

“I sat in the sterile room holding my five-year-old son's cold hand, while cheers and popping champagne echoed from the VIP suite next door. My husband, the Alpha, was throwing a party to celebrate the miracle recovery of his mistress's son. But that miracle was bought with my son's life. I discovered the Pack Healer had deliberately removed the protective wards during the energy ritual, all on my husband's orders, to ensure the mistress's cub survived. When I confronted him, he didn't even glance at our dead child on the bed. Instead, he shielded his weeping mistress, demanding I get on my knees and apologize for scaring her. "The Pack needs a Luna who can fulfill her duties, not a useless, weeping wreck." He even forced me out into a deadly blizzard in a thin nightgown to care for her fake fever, leaving me to die in the snow when my old wounds flared up. I couldn't understand how the sacred mate-bond meant absolutely nothing to him. How could he blindly cherish the very people who murdered his own flesh and blood, while treating my years of sacrifice like garbage? Waking up in the hospital, my shattered heart finally turned to ash. In front of the entire Pack, I looked straight into his furious eyes and publicly rejected him as my mate. Then, I hired a devastatingly handsome Rogue, drafted the divorce papers, and prepared to burn his precious reputation to the ground.”