My Alpha Called Her Child His, Not Mine
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I went for a prenatal check-up, only to catch my beloved Alpha husband gently holding Omega Rosa’s hand through the crack in the door, whispering,
“Our pup looks perfect.”
He’s my husband.
She’s his childhood sweetheart.
And me? I’m the one they decided was expendable.
Later, he stood in the hallway and murmured,
“For the good of the family, I have to claim her pup—not yours.”
Rosa leaned in with a smile:
“Don’t be mad, Isabella. Once you give birth, we can raise your baby… as our adopted son.”
That was the moment I realized—being Luna meant nothing.
To them, I was just a pawn in a game of betrayal.
And the pup in my belly?
He was never meant to survive in a world this cruel.
“Our pup looks perfect.”
He’s my husband.
She’s his childhood sweetheart.
And me? I’m the one they decided was expendable.
Later, he stood in the hallway and murmured,
“For the good of the family, I have to claim her pup—not yours.”
Rosa leaned in with a smile:
“Don’t be mad, Isabella. Once you give birth, we can raise your baby… as our adopted son.”
That was the moment I realized—being Luna meant nothing.
To them, I was just a pawn in a game of betrayal.
And the pup in my belly?
He was never meant to survive in a world this cruel.
















































