The Alpha Who Betrayed His Pregnant Mate

The night I lost my child, I came across a social media post from Kendra Parker while scrolling through my Facebook feed. In the photo, she and Waylon George were sitting at my dining table, surrounded by an impressive spread of dishes. Waylon wore a soft smile, one I had never seen before.

The caption read: "Someone's culinary skills are as impressive as ever!"

Waylon, the Alpha of our pack, had never once cooked for me. Even when I was curled up in pain from cramps, all I asked for was a simple cup of ginger tea. He'd dismissively remark, "Can't you just order something? Stop bothering me."

Yet, here he was, cooking for Kendra, a Delta from a rival pack, and looking so pleased. A wave of nausea hit me, not just at Waylon's hypocrisy and cruelty, but at my own naivety and blindness in the past.

That's when I decided—I needed to reject our mate bond, for myself and for the child I lost.

When Nala Lawson, a Gamma and my closest friend, heard about my decision, she was incredibly supportive. She reassured me confidently, "Don't worry, Victoria. I have a friend who's an excellent pack lawyer. They'll make sure you leave that jerk with nothing."

Her words warmed my heart. Having a friend like Nala in my life was truly a blessing amidst my misfortune. Despite the pack hierarchy that often dictated our interactions, Nala had always treated me as an equal, never letting my Omega status diminish the strength of our friendship.

As I stared at the photo of Waylon and Kendra, my wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, a faint echo of the pain I felt. She had been silent for so long, her presence a constant reminder of the bond I once cherished but now despised.

"I can't believe I let this happen," I whispered to myself, the weight of my grief pressing down on me.

Nala placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, her touch grounding me in the present. "You didn't let anything happen, Victoria. He’s the one who betrayed you. He’s the one who broke the bond. You’re just standing up for yourself now."

Her words were a balm to my shattered heart. I knew the road ahead would be difficult, navigating the pack’s politics and the legalities of a mate rejection, but with Nala by my side, I felt a glimmer of hope.

For the first time in months, I allowed myself to feel something other than despair—determination. I would reclaim my life, my independence, and my future, no matter how many obstacles stood in my way.