Rejected Twice, But I Carry His Heir
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Athena Seraphael, a wolfless she-wolf marked by a birthmark long seen as a curse, is forced by her Alpha father into a political marriage with Alpha Eryndor, who publicly humiliates and ultimately rejects her to retain his claim to power. Stripped of her title and cast out by her family, Athena seeks solace and anonymity-only to unknowingly spend a single night with a stranger who turns out to be Varianth, the elusive Alpha King. When she discovers she's pregnant with his child, Athena hides the truth, fearing rejection once more, while Emily-the woman politically favored as Varianth's Luna-plots to eliminate her to secure the crown.
Chapter 1
Nov 20, 2025
Athena’s POV
“You should have knocked, Luna. Or are you here to watch?”
Her voice dripped like silk soaked in venom—smug, amused—as she perched naked atop my husband, shamelessly flaunting their bodies and their sin.
I stood frozen in the doorway, my body rigid, my stomach twisting violently. The dim candlelight flickered against the stone walls, casting eerie shadows over the bed—our bed—where my husband lay entangled with another woman.
Alpha Eryndor didn’t even flinch.
His muscular arms rested behind his head, his chiseled chest bare, a lazy smirk stretching across his lips as he gazed at me like I was nothing more than an unwanted intruder.
Like I was the one who didn’t belong here.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides. I should’ve expected this. It wasn’t the first time I had caught him in the arms of another woman, but never like this. Never this bold. This unapologetic.
A bitter laugh crawled up my throat, but I swallowed it down.
“How long?” My voice came out steadier than I felt. “How long have you been bringing her into our chambers?”
"The woman stretched like a cat before slipping off him, settling beside Eryndor with a satisfied sigh, her nails trailing lazily down his chest. She wasn’t ashamed—why would she be? She had nothing to lose.
Eryndor scoffed, finally sitting up. “Oh, don’t act so righteous, Athena. You’ve always been a placeholder.”
A placeholder.
I forced myself to breathe, though my lungs burned. “If you hate me so much, then just reject me, Eryndor. You have that power.”
His lips curled, his piercing silver eyes locking onto mine. “And give my father the satisfaction of knowing he forced me into a marriage with a weak, useless woman? No, thanks.”
The words stung, but I refused to let him see it.
“Then let me go,” I said, voice firmer now. “Set me free from this farce of a marriage. Break the bond.”
His smirk widened as he slowly swung his legs off the bed. The woman beside him pouted but didn’t move, her amusement unbothered.
Eryndor stood, and the moment he took a step closer, I had to fight the instinct to step back. He loomed over me, towering, radiating arrogance and cruelty.
“You really think anyone else will want you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with condescension. “Look at you, Athena.”
My nails bit into my palms.
“I have looked,” I said through clenched teeth. “And I see a woman who deserves better than a cheating mate.”
His chuckle was dark, humorless. “A woman? You’re not even worthy of that title.” His eyes flickered to my face, and I knew what he was looking at. The birthmark. The mark that had branded me an outcast in my own pack.
Eryndor suddenly stood up, his body bare, and grabbed a towel. He walked over to me, his eyes fixed on my face as he reached out, tucking a strand of my dark hair behind my ear, exposing the mark I always tried to hide.
My breath hitched.
Don’t react. Don’t let him win.
Eryndor leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, “You were never good enough for me.”
The floor felt like it shifted beneath me.
“You don’t even have a wolf,” he continued, his voice colder now. “And if you ever do, I bet she’ll be just as hideous as that face of yours.”
I sucked in a sharp breath as he straightened. The final blow. He wasn’t finished.
“If it weren’t for your father,” he said with a sneer, “I would have never married you.”
I wanted to scream. To slap him. To claw the smugness off his face.
But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.
“I pity you, Eryndor.” My voice was quiet, but firm. “You don’t even realize what you’re losing.”
For a brief moment, I thought he might say something else. That maybe, just maybe, there was a sliver of decency in him.
But then he stepped back and rolled his shoulders, as if shedding any lingering irritation.
And with a smirk that sent ice through my veins, he uttered the words that shattered what was left of my heart.
“I, Eryndor of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Athena Seraphael, as my mate.”
The room spun. A pain unlike anything I had ever felt tore through my chest, splitting my soul in two. It was as if a knife had been driven into my heart, twisted, and then ripped out—leaving nothing but gaping emptiness.
I staggered, clutching my chest as my vision blurred. The rejection bond snapped violently, severing something deep inside me.
Eryndor watched me with mild curiosity, as if he were simply observing the effects of an experiment.
I gasped for air, knees nearly buckling.
Rejection was agony. The bond that had tethered us since the Moon Goddess decreed it was being shredded apart. But worse than the pain was the emptiness that followed. The nothingness.
I was no longer his.
The woman beside him giggled. “She looks like she’s about to faint.”
Eryndor smirked. “She can collapse outside.”
And then, with one final sneer, he sealed my fate.
“Now get out of here, or I’ll drag you out myself.”
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