The Alpha’s Last Mistake

I used to plead with him to love me. But now? I was finished pleading.

“Father, I’m ready to marry Alpha Everett. Send someone for me in three days, after my divorce is finalized,” I stated the moment my father answered the call.

There was a brief silence on the other end. “Divorce? I thought you were hopelessly devoted to Alpha Grayson. What changed?”

“I was a foolish girl then. I’ve grown up,” I replied, my voice icy.

My father didn’t hesitate. “Good. I always said you were too good for that bastard.”

A bitter laugh escaped me. “I suppose I’m finally seeing things clearly.”

After hanging up, I clutched the phone tighter, a sharp ache spreading through my chest.

Six years.

Six years wasted on a man who never wanted me.

Grayson never loved me, and deep down, I knew it. He married me because his parents demanded it. I stayed because I was foolishly, hopelessly in love.

I believed if I gave enough, waited long enough, he would finally see me.

Until I overheard his conversation with his Beta, Declan, just hours ago.

I had gone to find him with news I thought might change everything between us.

“Aurora has no idea her miscarriages have been helping Serena.” Grayson’s voice sliced through the air like a blade.

I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“Grayson,” Declan’s tone was cautious, “You used three of her pregnancies. Are you certain she won’t discover the truth?”

Grayson scoffed. “She’s too naïve. She believes they were natural. She doesn’t know the herbs I gave her caused the miscarriages so we could harvest the stem cells.”

The color drained from my face.

My stomach churned, my heart seemed to stop. I couldn’t draw a breath.

“Stem cells?” Declan inquired.

Grayson’s voice lowered. “Serena’s womb was damaged. She couldn’t carry a child. But the healers said stem cells from a fetus with alpha lineage would aid the healing. Aurora’s miscarried pups were perfect for that.”

I couldn’t breathe. My hands began to shake uncontrollably.

He had always told me Serena was just a distant cousin, and like a fool, I believed him. The entire time, it was a lie.

Declan let out a low whistle. “That’s dark, Grayson. Using your own unborn children like medical specimens…”

“I don’t care,” Grayson snapped. “I need an heir. A true heir, and Serena is the only woman I want to bear my child. She’s finally pregnant, thanks to those treatments.”

My breath caught, a wave of nausea crashing over me.

“Damn,” Declan muttered, sounding genuinely shocked.

Grayson chuckled coldly. “You think I stayed married to Aurora for love? I only kept her around long enough to repair Serena’s womb, and it worked.”

I couldn’t hear anything after that. A ringing filled my ears, my throat constricted, and my vision blurred. It couldn’t be true, could it? Grayson had repeated over and over that Serena was only a distant cousin, a childhood friend. And I, like an idiot, believed him.

“So what happens now that Serena is pregnant?” Declan asked.

Grayson’s reply was chilling. “Simple. I’ll reject Aurora after Serena’s next blood test. If she’s fully healed, then Aurora’s purpose is served.”

My knees buckled, and I nearly collapsed on the spot.

I had thought the miscarriages were a tragic twist of fate. I had blamed myself countless times, believing my body was flawed.

All that anguish, all that physical pain, the exhaustion…

Grayson had inflicted it all on me to help another woman carry his legacy.

I had given him everything—my loyalty, my body, my heart. And he was planning to discard me like trash.

I don’t remember walking back to the house. I only recall my legs giving way the moment I stepped inside, hitting the cold floor. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t stop trembling.

I had been nothing but loyal. I defended him, cooked for him, stood by him while he treated me with indifference.

I blinked, realizing I had been sitting there, the horrific conversation replaying on a loop in my mind.

That’s when I remembered why I had gone to find him in the first place.

My fingers trembled as I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small white stick.

Two pink lines.

Positive.

I was pregnant with his child.

I had gone to tell him, to share the news that perhaps, just maybe, this could change things between us.