From Rejected Luna to CEO

The words still echo in my mind as I clutch the test results tighter, my fingers trembling slightly. "Congratulations, Vivian. You're pregnant!"

A soft breeze brushes against my face as I step out of the hospital, the afternoon sun casting golden streaks across the pavement. My heart races, a mix of exhilaration and nervousness bubbling inside me.

"Excuse me!" I murmur, sidestepping a passerby, instinctively cradling my stomach as if already protecting the tiny life within.

Liam, my ever-reliable driver, stands beside the sleek black car, holding the door open for me. His dark eyes flicker with curiosity, but he remains silent, ever professional.

"Thank you," I say, sliding into the plush leather seat.

"Where to, Luna?" he asks once he’s settled behind the wheel.

"Home," I reply, unable to suppress the smile tugging at my lips.

This is real.

After three long years of hoping, of whispered prayers and quiet disappointments, it’s finally happening. I want to scream it to the world—I’m carrying the heir to the Blackwood Pack! But I hold back. Dominic deserves to be the first to know.

Dominic Blackwood, the formidable Alpha of the Shadowcrest Pack. His territory stretches across the eastern lands, vast and powerful, but with that power comes danger—rogues lurking at the borders, always waiting for weakness.

I’ve loved him since I was a girl of eleven, watching him from afar, dreaming of the day he might notice me. Fate had been kind when she revealed him as my destined mate. Our marriage had been everything I’d ever wanted.

But time had pressed on him. At thirty-one, most Alphas already had heirs training to take their place. I was barely eighteen when we met, but I had given him everything—my love, my loyalty, my future.

"Drive faster, Liam," I urge, leaning back. "I have something important to prepare."

The mansion looms ahead, its iron gates swinging open as we approach. Inside, the scent of polished wood and fresh flowers greets me. I stride toward the kitchen, my heels clicking against the hardwood.

Tonight, I’ll make his favorite—chocolate soufflé. And beneath the plate, the pregnancy test.

"Clara," I call to the maid, who’s wiping down the counter. "You can take the evening off. I’ll handle dinner."

Her eyes widen. "Oh, Luna! The Alpha will be thrilled. You know he never eats sweets—except yours."

A blush warms my cheeks. I remember the first time he’d teased me, calling me his favorite dessert. The memory sends a shiver down my spine.

Hours pass as I perfect every detail—the table set with candles, the soufflé just right, the test hidden where only he’ll find it.

9 PM. He should be home soon.

But the clock ticks on.

10 PM.

11 PM.

Midnight.

I reheat the food, refusing to let disappointment settle in. The pack’s troubles have been relentless lately.

Then—footsteps.

My heart leaps.

The front door opens, and his familiar scent—oak and winter—fills the air.

I rush to the hall, my pulse racing.

There he stands, tall and commanding, his blue eyes shadowed with exhaustion. Three years together, and he still takes my breath away.

"Dominic!" I throw my arms around him.

He catches me with one arm, but his embrace is stiff. Distant.

"You’re still awake?" His voice is rough, tired.

"I wanted to have dinner with you. There’s something I need to tell you."

"I’ve eaten." He steps past me, heading for the living room. "Actually, there’s something I need to say."

My stomach twists.

"Go ahead," I say softly, following him.

He drops onto the couch, stretching his long legs. I sit beside him, waiting.

But his gaze is cold.

Too cold.

"Dominic…" I whisper.

He exhales, pulling out a cigarette. "Sign the papers. I don’t want this dragged out."

My breath catches.

Divorce papers.