Carrying the Alpha’s Pup, Cast Aside — Novel

About

In a world where power and loyalty intertwine, Aria finds herself caught in a web of betrayal and longing. As the Alpha's mate, she once basked in the warmth of his affection, but now the flames have flickered out, leaving her feeling abandoned and invisible. When a new pack member, Delilah, enters the picture, everything changes. The tension between them simmers just beneath the surface, igniting old insecurities and fresh wounds.

As Aria grapples with her feelings for Ronan, the Alpha who seems to have forgotten her, the stakes grow higher. With a child on the way, the choices she makes could alter the course of her life forever. Can she reclaim the love they once shared, or is she destined to remain a shadow in his life, forever overshadowed by the past?

Each encounter between Aria and Ronan crackles with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, leaving you wondering—will she find the strength to stand up for herself? Or will she be left to watch as he builds a future with someone else? As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Aria must confront what it truly means to be loved.

Carrying the Alpha’s Pup, Cast AsideChapter 1

Aria’s POV

By the time I ended the call, the muffled sounds that had leaked from the Alpha’s office—ragged breathing, the scrape of furniture, a rhythm I wished I could forget—had finally gone quiet.

My hands felt numb as I turned away and walked back toward the council meeting room. The stone floors felt colder than usual beneath my shoes. I forced myself into a chair, spreading the reports in front of me as if work alone could anchor me. I spoke softly with my assistant, giving instructions I barely registered, all while a wave of sickness rolled through my stomach. The pup stirred uneasily inside me, as though it sensed my distress.

I had no idea how much time slipped by before the heavy office door creaked open.

Ronan emerged first, his presence filling the hallway the way an Alpha’s always did—commanding, unavoidable. Delilah followed a step behind him, her head lowered just enough to look modest.

He’d swapped into a clean suit jacket, but he hadn’t bothered changing his shirt. Near his collar, faint but unmistakable, was the ghost of a lipstick mark. My gaze lingered there despite myself, my chest tightening.