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His Rejected Mate, His Contract Wife
His Rejected Mate, His Contract Wife
Author: Owaji

The Alpha’s Rejection

Author: Owaji
last update publish date: 2026-04-13 19:36:20

The pen in Amora’s hand trembled violently. It wasn’t just nerves; it was her wolf, whimpering in the back of her mind, sensing the impending severing of their bond.

Five years.

Five years of being a "Stand-in Luna." Three years reduced to a single signature on a pack-legalized decree of separation.

Across from her, Duncan Alonso, Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack, didn't even look up. His sandalwood scent, so soft, usually calmed her. Today, it felt like poison.

"Sign it," he commanded. His Alpha tone vibrated in the air, forcing her fingers to tighten around the pen against her will.

"Duncan..." she finally managed, her voice cracking. "Did you ever feel it? Even for a second? The bond?"

For a second…just one…he looked up. Those piercing grey eyes, flecked with the silver of his lineage, met hers. Once, she had believed those eyes could soften for her. She thought that even if she wasn't his "Fated Mate," a chosen bond could be just as strong.

"Even for a heartbeat?" she whispered.

The silence stretched. In the supernatural world, silence was a physical weight. She could hear his steady, powerful heart, a rhythm that mocked her own frantic pulse.

And then he spoke. "No. You were a duty, Amora. Nothing more."

The word fell like a silver blade.

Amora’s breath hitched. A sharp, searing pain bloomed in her chest, that feeling of a pack bond fraying away. She had known. Her father, a lowly omega, had saved the previous Alpha’s life. Amora had been the "repayment."

She was a wolf with a weak lineage and a heart foolish enough to think she could earn a place by an Alpha’s side. She had spent three years learning his every preference, scenting his clothes to keep his feral side calm, and playing the perfect, quiet Luna.

"I see," she whispered, a small, broken smile touching her lips.

She signed. ‘Amora Cortez.’

As the ink dried, the faint golden thread she felt connecting her soul to his snapped.

Duncan closed the folder with a soft snap. He stood, his towering 6'4" frame casting a shadow over her. He didn't look back as he adjusted his suit.

"The five million is in your account," he said, his voice cold and professional. "And the house in the valley. Take care of yourself, Amora."

He walked out, his predatory stride silent and graceful. He was heading to Katherine Brown—a high-ranking Beta female with a powerful lineage. The woman the pack actually wanted. The woman he had chosen over his own wife.

***

The next morning, the world felt dull. Without the pack bond, Amora felt "muted," like she was seeing the world through grey glass.

But there was a different kind of heaviness in her gut. She sat in the waiting room of a private clinic that catered to shifters. The nausea hadn't gone away, and her internal wolf was acting... strange. Protective.

"Amora Cortez?"

She followed Dr. Iris Smith, a seasoned healer, into the exam room.

"My cycle is late," Amora explained. "And my wolf... she’s quiet. But she’s growling at everyone who gets too close."

The doctor’s eyes sharpened. She didn't need a test; her nose caught the scent first. "Lay back, Amora."

The ultrasound gel was cold. Amora stared at the ceiling, trying to block out the memory of seven weeks ago.

Duncan had come home after a brutal skirmish at the border. He was fueled by adrenaline and "Blood Lust," his eyes glowing a dangerous amber. He hadn't spoken. He had simply pinned her to the bed, his scent overwhelming, his touch possessive and rough. For that one night, he had claimed her like she was his entire world.

She thought it was a breakthrough. It was just biology.

*Thump-thump. Thump-thump.*

The sound echoed through the room. It wasn't a normal heartbeat. It was loud. Powerful. It sounded like a drum in a war camp.

"That..." Amora gasped, her eyes widening. "That’s too loud."

Dr. Smith smiled, though her eyes were filled with pity. "It’s loud because it’s a ‘True Alpha’s heartbeat’, Amora. You aren't just pregnant."

The doctor turned the screen. A tiny, glowing spark of life was visible.

"You’re carrying a Silver Crescent Heir. An Alpha pup."

Amora froze. The room felt like it was spinning.

She was divorced. She was packless. She had been rejected by the man she loved.

And now, she was carrying the next Alpha of the pack that had just cast her out.

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