Rejected by the Alpha: Carrying His Secret Heir

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the cashmere coat tighter around myself, my eyes fixed on the dark expanse of the

-week-old secret. A baby. The pack healer had once informed me that my constitution made con

st to the biting November air. I couldn't wait t

ner, the perfect Alpha of Blackwood Pack, the impeccable head of the Holden empire, but never truly my husband. I had always b

egnancy test results from this afternoon. I pictured his surpri

solved into the landing lights of the Gulfstream. My heart

vering over his contact. I wanted to tel

rang, a steady, lonely puls

ans

ering his things. Maybe the signal was bad. I told myself th

d with a soft hiss. I watched, expecting to see his tall, comm

d his number again. I gripped the pho

ee times, t

d, a wave of relie

s familiar, low baritone. It was light, feminin

el

somewhat familiar, bu

ion. "Hello? Bryce went to the restroom, left his phone with me. Is

lt as though I cou

h him? He had come back earl

warmed my mind, v

ashed over me. I said

ried to reassure myself that he was probably just

I stared at the scr

's voice. The background wasn't quiet-it certainly wasn't

ou

ing on the tarmac, that I wanted to ask

at home. We n

on the tarmac in the cold win