What Happens If My Alpha Rejects Me And Our Son?

3 years ago, I faked a pregnancy to steal half a million dollars from my mate. I felt as if I didn’t have any other choice as I had to pay my brother’s ransom or let him die. Now, I would rather die than spend another day being treated with icy, bitter resentment. My name is Rachel Flores and I rejected my alpha mate because I’m ready to live, not just survive! *** "Who are you?" I came awake with a jerk, disoriented and aching all over. A heavy male body lay beside me---we were both naked except for the sheet covering our bodies. Embarrassment stained my skin bright red. I searched my memories of the night before, trying to figure out how I had gotten here while attempting to wrap the sheet around my body. I stopped when I realized I'd leave my bed partner totally nude. My skin felt too hot and too tight as I tried to work out how to get myself out of the situation. I wasn't used to being around naked men even if I was a werewolf. We cared about propriety no matter what humans thought! I remembered myself saying over and over, "I'm your mate!" I eased myself off the bed to look for clothes. I tried to be as quiet as I could so I didn't wake up the stranger. I didn't take the sheet to spare his decency, instead sacrificing my own modesty: I'd rather be caught naked than have to face a naked man I'd evidently seduced with all the subtlety of a bitch in heat! His scent was all over me, all over everything really. Rich and masculine...

I thought marrying the Alpha would finally give me a place in the pack. I was wrong. On the night we were bound, he rejected me. Not in private. Not with mercy. He tore the mate bond apart before the entire pack and accused me of carrying another man’s child. I was stripped of my title, cast out, and left to survive alone while pregnant with the very heir he denied. I should have died in those woods. Instead, I was found by something far more dangerous than an Alpha. The Direwolf Alpha is feared by every pack. Exiled. Scarred. Ruthless. He does not follow pack law or bow to fate. When he looks at me, he does not see a weak, wolf-less woman or a burdened womb. He sees something worth claiming. As my body changes, so does everything I believed about myself. The wolf I was told I did not have begins to stir, and the child I carry draws whispers of prophecy and power. The pack that rejected me wants me back. The mate who humiliated me suddenly remembers my name. But the Direwolf who claimed me has no intention of giving me up. I was rejected while pregnant. Now I must decide who I will become and which bond I will choose.

Bastien marries me only for duty. I reject him and leave for good by faking my death. Yet he goes crazy looking for me. He says he loves me when we meet again. No! I don't buy it. I can't let him steal my child! ** "She's not yours!" The front door was locked and deadbolted, but it only takes Bastien and his Betas a moment to break past those defenses. As Bastien towers in the doorway, his silver eyes glowing with barely contained fury, I realize it's all over. Everything I've worked for these past three years is already lost; every tear I've shed and sacrifice I've made has all been for nothing. I come to stand in front of my ex-husband. Goddess I’d forgotten how handsome he is; how tall. It doesn’t feel right to be so near him without our bodies touching; it takes all my strength not to reach out to him. “Hello Bastien.” Whatever he was expecting, it clearly wasn’t this. His silver eyes stop their hungry head-to-toe scan of my body, settling on my face and blinking in surprise. I can see the gears turning in his head, piecing together the puzzle of my presence here and replacing shock with confusion and anger. “Is that really all you have to say to me?” I cock my head to the side. “What would you have me say?” “I thought you were dead!” He barks, making my wolf tuck her tail between her legs. Unlike my wolf, I have more than enough bad memories and regrets to withstand his ire. “Oh I’m sorry, did my funeral get in the way of your wedding plans?”

"Alaric we shouldn't." I whispered as he trailed his plump luscious lips over the vertice of my neck "And why?" His voice came out rough and needy. "I'm no longer your mate and I can never be your Luna. This is forbidden" I breathed the words out, fighting to take control but it was futile. His gentle caress loosened every knot that held my senses together. He leaned in and pressed a kiss into my neck sending sensations that overwhelmed me to fill up every pore of my skin. Then he spoke against my ear. "Then I want to taste the forbidden ." _______ As the daughter of a rogue, Samantha had no place among the middle or upper class of her pack. She wasn't an omega, and the truth of her birth remained a mystery. At 18, getting a mate was her only hope to leaving her miserable life, but what happens when she gets rejected? What better comeback could she have than to become the person her pack needed in their most difficult times? Samantha thought all she had to do was help her pack and leave once her job was done, but little did she know that a mate bond broken didn't free her from Alpha Ric. What happens when her path tilts into a more serious and darker path, and she is forced to remain in her pack to protect her son, the son she shared with Alpha Ric? A greater threat is out there, and there's something special about her.

She is a half-breed and is the outcast of her pack. She discovers that the new alpha is her mate, but he deceives her and rejects her, destroying her heart completely. Wounded and humiliated, she ends up exiled in the middle of the forest and a legendary alpha rescue her, without her imagining that he would give his whole world for her.

I gave birth to our son, the heir of the pack. And this is what I received? False accusations, betrayal, and exile. The cruelest part was being told I could never touch my own son. All because my sister came back and spun a web, accusing me of orchestrating her disappearance three years ago just to claim the Luna title. Alpha Ulysses, you humiliated me, cursed me, told me I was unfit to be a mother, and forced me out of our pack while you, my sister, and my son became a new family. And now six years later, you call for a hypnotist, not knowing that it is me standing before you. You regret what you did. You want me back. But tell me, Ulysses, where were you when I gave birth to our son? Where were you when I was cast out, heartbroken and alone? And these six years I spent surviving, growing, rebuilding, where were you through all of it?