Rejected Mate's Unseen Pregnancy Vow

"Mrs. Matthews, once the experiment begins, you’ll need to assume a new identity and never see Alpha Weaver again. Are you certain you want to proceed?" The healer’s voice was calm, but her eyes bore into Jamie’s, searching for any hesitation. Jamie’s resolve was unshakable as she clutched her phone, the screen displaying the damning video—Aden Weaver, the Alpha of the Weaver Pack, and Cielo Moreno, an Omega, entwined on what used to be her bed. "I’m certain," Jamie replied, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. The healer nodded and slid a contract across the table. Jamie didn’t hesitate, signing her name at the bottom.

Her hand drifted to her stomach, where a life she had only just discovered was growing. But the explicit video had arrived just hours after she’d learned the news. The sight of Aden’s ring, the sound of his voice—there was no denying it. He had betrayed her. Again. A cold numbness settled over her as she hailed a cab to the pack’s clinic, her decision firm.

By the time she left the clinic, night had fallen. Jamie walked the streets of New York, her abdomen throbbing with a pain that mirrored the ache in her chest. She barely registered the car screeching to a halt beside her until a voice called out, "Luna Jamie, are you alright? Let me take you to the clinic!" It was Mason, a Delta from the Weaver Pack. She shook her head, forcing a smile. "Just a sprained ankle. I’ll be fine." Mason hesitated but nodded, watching her limp away.

Perhaps seeking some semblance of comfort, Jamie dialed Aden’s number, but it went unanswered. She let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow in the empty street. She endured the pain alone, dragging herself to the packhouse. Just as she reached the door, Aden appeared, his tall, muscular frame silhouetted in the moonlight. His face was etched with concern as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "Jamie, I missed your call earlier. What happened? You scared me!" His voice was pleading, but the rumpled state of his clothes, the lipstick smudge on his neck, told a different story. Jamie’s eyes flickered over him, then dropped to the ground. "Just a sprain. I know you’re busy." When she met his gaze again, Aden’s guilt was almost palpable. "I’m so sorry, Jamie. My phone died during a meeting… I promise, it won’t happen again." *Next time?* Jamie thought bitterly. There would be no next time.

Inside the packhouse, Aden settled her onto the sofa, his hands warm against her cold skin. "Jamie, hang tight for a moment!" He rushed to the kitchen to make coffee but soon became engrossed with his phone. Only after the coffee had boiled dry did he snap back, knocking the pot to the floor in his haste. Jamie entered the kitchen, her eyes drawn to the phone screen—a sultry picture of black stockings. Aden ignored the mess, quickly pocketing the phone, then cleaned up before sidling up to her. "I got distracted. Never mind, I’ll order takeout. What are you in the mood for? But I can’t stay tonight. Will you be alright on your own?" As Aden received the picture, Jamie got the same one, along with snippets of their chat. The sender—Cielo—taunted her: "Do you know what kind of stockings Alpha Aden likes? Knowing you, you’d never let him indulge. Tonight, he’s mine again." Jamie didn’t respond, instead saving all the messages and photos. "It’s fine. You go ahead. I’ll wait for you to come back."

As always, Jamie adjusted Aden’s shirt collar, though her tears were cold this time. But Aden was too eager to leave for yet another meeting to notice any shift in her demeanor. Soon, she was alone in the packhouse. She retreated to her room, painfully packing her things. In just two weeks, she would vanish from Aden’s life forever, leaving all the betrayal and deceit behind.

Aden didn’t come home that night. Jamie’s phone buzzed relentlessly. Cielo sent detailed accounts of their encounters, making sure Jamie knew. "Do you know how relentless Alpha Aden is? Seven times in one night! My back’s killing me, and he still couldn’t let me go." "These kinds of toys, bet you’ve never tried them with him?" "Alpha Aden says you’re like a puppet in bed, always passive and dull, unlike me, who drives him wild." "Jamie, you’re thirty. No Alpha likes an older body. Why not step aside? He’s been tired of you for ages." Jamie read each message, her heart freezing, while the pain in her abdomen brought her cruel clarity.