Rejecting the Alpha Who Chose His Lover Over Our Unborn Daughter

On Thanksgiving Day, Edward Carlson, Alpha of the Silver Fang Pack, found himself embroiled in a scandal when his former lover, Gabrielle Munoz, a rogue werewolf, posted a picture of a bed strewn with rose petals. The caption read: "Thanks to you, my life is complete." The mirror in the image unmistakably reflected Edward’s arm, displaying their matching tattoos—a clear sign of their bond. Amalia Jenkins, Edward’s former mate and an Omega, was livid. She threatened to inform Gabrielle’s husband, Gordon Wells, a Beta in the pack. Panicked, Edward returned to the packhouse, his Alpha aura flaring as he lashed out at Amalia.

"Gabrielle’s mate can’t have pups," Edward growled, his voice sharp with frustration. "I’m just helping her fulfill her dream of becoming a mother. What’s wrong with that?" Even their son, Holden, chimed in, his voice echoing his father’s defiance. "I don’t want you as my mom. I want Aunt Gabrielle instead."

But when Amalia, despite her lowly Omega status, cut off their access to pack resources and sent them packing to Gabrielle, they quickly regretted it. Edward and Holden clung to her, begging not to be abandoned.

Edward stormed into the packhouse, his Alpha presence filling the room as he tossed his coat aside. "Amalia, have you lost your mind? Didn’t I tell you Gabrielle’s mate can’t father pups? I’m just helping her. Do you need to blow this up?"

"Helping her, Alpha?" Amalia’s voice was calm but cutting. "You helped her all the way to bed. If I hadn’t called, would you be in bed together now?" Edward hesitated, guilt flashing in his eyes before his Alpha pride took over. "I was just helping. I don’t have any feelings for her. We’ve been mated for so long—you know what kind of wolf I am."

Amalia observed him, realizing that after years of being his mate, she was only now seeing him clearly. A week ago, Edward had asked for her understanding, explaining Gabrielle’s mate couldn’t have pups and Gabrielle’s dream was to be a mother. Amalia had firmly refused, warning that she’d reject him if he dared. He had promised.

Yet, there he was, with Gabrielle at a hotel. Without Gabrielle’s social media post, Amalia would’ve remained clueless, unknowingly wearing the metaphorical "green hat."

Their son, Holden, overhearing the argument, rushed out of his room. "Why do you always upset Alpha? He’s been working hard for the pack, and you do nothing but spend resources. What right do you have to be mad?"

"Alpha’s just helping Aunt Gabrielle a bit—you taught me helping others is a virtue! You’re an adult and can’t even do that—how can you expect it from me?" Holden scolded Amalia before grabbing Edward’s pant leg and looking up earnestly. "Alpha, what’s going on with Aunt Gabrielle? Will I have siblings soon?"

Amalia was horrified to discover Holden knew—and was okay with it. "Holden, you’re too young to understand what it means for Alpha to sleep with another wolf. Come here," she extended her hand, but Holden slapped it away.

"I understand perfectly. I don’t want you as my mom; I want Aunt Gabrielle. You’re mean and not like Aunt Gabrielle—she buys me treats."

"You never let me eat or play. I hate you!" Amalia’s hand stung from Holden’s slap. Since his birth, she’d cared deeply, making nutritious meals for his fragile health, and banning unsafe activities for his safety. Yet, a single outing with Gabrielle outweighed Amalia’s years of dedication.

"Come on, son, stay with Alpha tonight. Forget your stingy mom."

"Okay, Alpha, Mom’s the bad guy." Holden was indeed Edward’s son—similar in nature and appearance. A well-matched pair.

Anger gripped Amalia until she felt an all-too familiar sensation between her legs. Holden shouted, "Mommy, you’re dirty—you’re bleeding."

***

Visiting Jameson Griffin’s home for the first time, Amalia was anxious. Jameson, a Delta warrior in the Silver Fang Pack, had always been her high school crush. His parents, both respected members of the pack, had once disapproved of her, saying she wasn’t good enough for their son. Now their son was bringing her back—a rejected Omega with a pup. Surely, they’d dislike her even more.

To her surprise, Jameson’s mother welcomed her warmly, shaking her hand and offering coffee, apologizing sincerely. "I was wrong before—too stubborn and prejudiced. You and Jameson should be happy together. I won’t oppose it anymore."

Amalia was bewildered but reassured that it was fine, explaining that everything was done for the pup’s sake, and now she understood better after having a daughter herself. Seeing that Amalia bore no resentment, Jameson’s mother relaxed. "You’re a good wolf; my son has a better eye for wolves than I do."

She offered Amalia a welcome gift—an envelope containing around 14,000 dollars, treating her like a cherished addition to the family. As they were leaving, Amalia asked Jameson, "Why did your mom’s attitude change so drastically?"

Jameson chuckled, "I told her I liked male wolves."

"She believed you?"

"Yeah, with all that happening abroad and no mate in years, she bought it."

Amalia laughed. "I never realized you could be so sly."

"Just give me a kiss, and I’ll show you how devious I can really be."

"Shameless," she said, turning away and blushing.