Stealing the Alpha’s Heritage
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What if the only way to protect your children from their father was to hide them from the most powerful Alpha in three territories? After years of struggling with infertility and a mate who grows colder with each passing month, Luna Aria Winters finally has the news that should save her marriage-she's pregnant. But when she rushes to tell her Alpha husband Thorne Blackwood, she finds him in the arms of another woman. Rejected and heartbroken, Aria flees into the night with a devastating secret: she carries not one, but two heirs to the Blackwood pack. With the help of an unlikely ally, she finds sanctuary with the enigmatic Alpha Evander Caldris, determined to raise her twins far from the mate who threw her away. For three years, Aria builds a new life, watching her boys Kael and Finn grow while fighting her own battles-including her complicated feelings for the Alpha protecting them. But Thorne Blackwood has never stopped searching for what he lost. When he discovers Aria bore him twin sons, he'll stop at nothing to claim them. Caught between two possessive Alphas-one who abandoned her, one who saved her-Aria must navigate a dangerous game of pack politics and ancient laws. But as her boys' fifth birthday approaches, dark powers stir within them that threaten everything she's sacrificed to protect. Some secrets are worth keeping. Others will destroy you. And when it comes to the Blackwood twins, the truth might be the deadliest secret of all. A gripping werewolf romance about sacrifice, second chances, and a mother's love that defies even the most ancient curses.
Chapter 1
Feb 7, 2026
POV Aria
"Mama, wait for us!"
The dream comes again tonight, two small shadows racing beneath silver moonlight, their laughter echoing through the forest as they call out to me in voices sweet as honey.
Their tiny hands reach toward me, fingers stretching through the ethereal mist, and I run after them with my heart pounding against my ribs.
The moon bathes everything in liquid silver, transforming the familiar pack grounds into something that feels more real than the life I wake to each morning.
The shadows turn, and for one perfect moment, I see their faces.
Two beautiful children with Thorne's sharp cheekbones and my dark eyes. They smile at me with such pure love that my chest constricts painfully.
I jolt awake with tears streaming down my cheeks. The silk sheets beneath me are damp with sweat, and my hand instinctively reaches across the vast expanse of our bed, searching for warmth that hasn't been there in weeks.
Thorne's side remains cold, the pillow pristine and untouched.
Three weeks since he last slept here. Twenty-two days since he touched me. We started dying two years ago, the night of our third anniversary, when he demanded an heir at the pack gathering.
"You have one job, Aria," he'd said in front of the entire council. "Give me an heir, or step aside for someone who can."
Month after month of disappointment followed, watching his eyes grow colder each time I told him no, not this time. The fertility treatments made me sick for days. The specialists poked and prodded like I was livestock.
"Maybe if you weren't so stressed," Thorne had said after the fifth failed attempt, not looking up from his papers. "Maybe if you tried harder."
As if I could will a baby into existence.
The distance grew with each failure. First, he stopped eating breakfast with me. Then dinner became silent affairs. Then he started working late, coming home smelling of whiskey and perfume that wasn't mine.
But we kept pretending. Playing Alpha and Luna for the pack while fading away behind closed doors.
Enough of self-pity.
The bathroom light burns harsh against my eyes as I stumble toward the marble counter.
My reflection stares back—pale skin, hollow brown eyes, trembling hands that won't stay steady no matter how hard I grip the edge of the sink. The pregnancy test sits in the drawer where I hid it yesterday.
Wrapped in tissue paper like some shameful secret.
"Just do it," I whisper to my reflection, watching my lips move as if they belong to someone else. "You already know the answer."
My fingers shake as I unwrap the test, and I follow the instructions. The waiting stretches eternal, each second marked by the grandfather clock in the bedroom—tick, tick, tick.
"Please…" I whisper to whatever gods still listen to unfortunate mates. "Please let this change everything."
The minutes drag like hours. When those two pink lines materialize, sharp and undeniable, a sob tears from my throat. I slap my hand over my mouth, muffling the sound that's equal parts joy and terror.
Pregnant. I'm pregnant with Thorne's child.
The dream wasn't just a dream. It was a vision.
Twins—I can feel it in my bones, just like in the dream.
Hope wages war with fear in my chest. I dress carefully in Thorne's favorite dress, the emerald green one that matches his eyes, and practice my words in the mirror.
"Thorne, we're going to have a baby. I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father."
None of them feel right, but I clutch the pregnancy test in my pocket like a talisman and make my way through the penthouse hallways. His security team nods respectfully as I pass, though their eyes slide away quickly.
Thorne's home office door stands slightly ajar, and I hear voices inside—his deep rumble mixed with feminine laughter.
My hand freezes on the doorknob.
"Alpha, you're insatiable," a woman purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
"Can't help it when you look like that, Serena," Thorne responds, his tone carrying a warmth I haven't heard in months. "Come here."
The door swings open under my touch, revealing a scene that shatters my world into irreparable pieces. A she-wolf, blonde and half-naked, straddles Thorne's lap. Her breasts press against his chest while his hands grip her waist.
They don't stop when I enter. Don't even pause.
"You're interrupting," Thorne growls, his green eyes cold as winter frost. He doesn't release Serena, doesn't even have the decency to look ashamed. "Close the door on your way out, Aria."
"Thorne..." My voice cracks, the carefully rehearsed words dying in my throat.
"Did you not hear me?" He pulls Serena closer, his lips brushing her neck in a gesture so intimate it feels like claws raking across my soul. "We're busy. Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow's pack meeting."
"It can't wait—"
"Everything can wait," Serena interrupts, smirking over her shoulder at me. "Your Alpha has priorities, and right now, you're not one of them."
The mate bond between us, already frayed from weeks of neglect, snaps thread by agonizing thread. Each break sends fire through my veins, but I stand straighter, my hand finding the test in my pocket.
"I reject you," I say, my voice shaking but clear. "I, Aria Winters, reject you, Thorne Blackwood, as my mate."
Serena gasps, scrambling off his lap, but Thorne rises slowly, his massive frame unfolding with predatory grace.
"You think you can reject me? In my own home?" His voice drops. "After everything I've given you?"
"Given me?" I laugh, but it sounds broken. "You gave me loneliness and a cold bed."
"I gave you status. Power. Everything you could want—"
"Except a child—" I catch myself, the word burning on my tongue.
"That is YOUR failure," he snarls. "Not mine!"
"I'm leaving you," I continue, though my legs threaten to buckle. "I won't stay here and watch you parade your mistresses in front of me."
"Security!" Thorne's voice booms through the office, and within seconds, two men in dark suits appear. "Take my wife to the basement room. She seems to have forgotten her place."
"Thorne, please—"
"You rejected me, Aria. You have no right to use my name." His words are ice, each syllable designed to wound. "Take her. Lock the door. No one goes in or out without my direct order."
The security guards' hands are firm but not cruel as they grip my arms. I don't fight them—what's the point?
As they escort me through the hallways, household staff scatter, their faces masks of shock and pity. The basement room is exactly what I feared—windowless, concrete walls, a single cot with a thin mattress.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Blackwood," one guard whispers before the door slams shut, the electronic lock clicking with devastating finality.
Darkness swallows me whole. The walls press in, suffocating, while cold seeps through the concrete floor.
I curl into myself, arms wrapped protectively around my belly.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper to the life growing inside me. "I'm so sorry you have to exist in this nightmare."
The pregnancy test lies broken in my pocket, the plastic cutting into my palm as I clutch it desperately.
How did we get here? How did the man who once promised me the moon become this monster?
Hours pass, or maybe minutes—time loses meaning in the darkness. My tears have long since dried when a familiar scent slips under the door, lavender and vanilla.
Rowena.
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