Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha

The Moonlit Gala was supposed to be our night. Seven years of loving Colson Hill, three years as his chosen mate, and now—finally—I carried his pup. My hand rested protectively over my still-flat stomach as I navigated through the glittering crowd of Alphas and Lunas from neighboring packs.

"Have you seen Colson?" I asked a passing Beta, smoothing down the simple blue dress I'd chosen. Unlike the elaborate gowns around me, I'd always preferred simplicity—another thing that made me different from the power-hungry she-wolves who circled Colson like vultures.

"He was heading to the gardens last I saw," the Beta replied, barely glancing at me before continuing on.

The garden. Perfect. I wanted privacy for this announcement anyway.

The moonlight bathed the meticulously manicured grounds in silver, casting long shadows between the sculpted hedges. I followed the stone path, my heart racing with anticipation. Colson would be so happy—he'd been talking about starting a family once he became Alpha.

"Colson?" I called softly as I rounded the corner into the secluded alcove.

The words died in my throat.

Colson stood with his back against the stone wall, his hands tangled in Valeria Gibson's raven hair. Her body pressed against his, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. The high-ranking Beta female's hands roamed possessively over my mate's chest—territory that should have been mine alone.

"Colson?" My voice cracked, louder now.

They broke apart, but neither looked particularly concerned at being caught.

"Delaney." Colson's voice held irritation rather than guilt. "You shouldn't be here."

Valeria's red lips curved into a smile that never reached her eyes. "Yes, this is a private moment."

I stepped forward, my promise ring catching the moonlight. "Private? Colson, we're mates. I came to tell you—"

"To tell me what?" Valeria interrupted, her gaze dropping to my hand. "That you still believe this means something?" She reached out and knocked the ring from my finger with a flick of her wrist.

I gasped as it fell to the ground, rolling beneath a bush.

"Valeria." Colson's tone held a warning, but not for her—for me.

"Is there a problem?" Alpha Marcus Sterling's voice boomed from behind me. I turned to find him and several other pack leaders watching the scene unfold.

"Actually," Valeria purred, "there is. This... human-scented omega keeps claiming to be Colson's mate."

My heart pounded. "I am his mate. We've been paired for three years."

"Is this true, son?" Alpha Sterling asked, his eyes narrowing.

I looked to Colson, expecting him to confirm our bond, to defend me. Instead, he straightened his jacket and met his father's gaze.

"I do not recognize this woman as my mate," he said, his Alpha tone reverberating through the garden. "She has been delusional about our relationship."

The world tilted beneath my feet.

"You're lying," I whispered, tears blurring my vision. "Colson, please—"

"Remove her," he ordered, turning away. "She's disrupting the gala."

Two enforcers materialized beside me, their hands rough as they grabbed my arms.

"No!" I struggled