<b>Chapter </b>171: The Alpha’s Rejection
<b>(</b>Ethan’s POV)
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The financial reports spread across my mahogany desk painted a grim picture. Silverridge Holdings had lost three major contracts this month alone, and our quarterly projections showed devastating losses.
My ice–blue eyes scanned the numbers with growing frustration. The Grey pack’s business empire was crumbling beneath my feet, and I couldn’t seem to stop the hemorrhaging.
“Sir, the Morrison Group has withdrawn their investment,” my assistant informed me through the inte.”
They cited concerns about our recent project failures.”
I rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of pack leadership crushing down on my shoulders. The stress was
affecting my wolf, making him restless and aggressive.
Another major investor had pulled out yesterday. The ckwood Corporation followed suit this morning.
Word was spreading through the businessmunity that the Grey pack was no longer a safe investment.
My phone buzzed with another message from our ounting department. The construction project in Harbor
City had encountered unexpectedplications, requiring additional funding we didn’t have.
The door to my office opened without warning. Cassandra Evans swept in, her green–gold eyes bright with
excitement and her cheeks flushed with anticipation.
“Ethan, I have wonderful news,” she announced, clutching a man envelope against her chest.
I looked up from the financial disaster on my desk, my expression already darkening. “Cassandra, I’m busy.
Whatever it is can wait.”
“No<b>, </b><b>it </b>can’t wait,” she insisted, approaching my desk with determined steps. “This is important.”
She ced the envelope on my desk with trembling hands. “I’m pregnant, Ethan. We’re going to have a pup.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. My wolf recoiled in shock as I stared at the pregnancy test results
she’d pulled from the envelope.
“You’re certain?<b>” </b>I asked, my voice hollow.
“Completely certain,” Cassandra beamed, her face glowing with maternal joy. “The doctor confirmed it yesterday. We’re going to be parents.”
I stood abruptly, my chair scraping against the hardwood floor. <b>“</b>Get rid <b>of </b><b>it</b>.”
Cassandra’s smile faltered, confusion recing her excitement. “What did you say?”
“Terminate the pregnancy,” I said coldly, my ice–blue eyes hard as steel. “I don’t want this child.”
Her face went pale, the color draining from her cheeks. “Ethan, you can’t be serious.”
“I’mpletely serious,” I replied, turning away from her shocked expression. “Now isn’t the right time for me
<b>to </b>sire <b>an </b>heir.<b>” </b>
“Not the <b>right </b>time?<b>” </b>Cassandra’s voice rose with disbelief. “This is our pup, Ethan. Our future.”
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<b>“</b><b>My </b><b>future </b>is falling apart,” I snapped, gesturing at the financial reports. <b>“</b>The pack is hemorrhaging money, <b>investors </b>are fleeing, and you want me to celebrate a pregnancy<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Cassandra’s green–gold eyes filled with tears. “You’re being heartless. This is your responsibility.”
<b>“</b><b>My </b>responsibility is to the pack,” I retorted harshly. “Not to an unwanted pregnancy that will onlyplicate everything.”
“Unwanted?” Cassandra’s voice cracked with pain. “How can you call our pup unwanted?”
<b>I </b>turned back to face her, my expression unmoved by her tears. “Because that’s exactly what <b>it </b>is. An
inconvenience I can’t afford right now.”
Cassandra’s shock transformed into zing fury. “You’re a coward, Ethan Grey. A heartless Alpha who refuses to take responsibility for his actions.”
“I’m being practical,” I replied coldly. “Something you clearly don’t understand.”
“Practical?” she screamed, her wolf pushing against her human restraint. “You’re talking about our child like
it’s <b>a </b>business transaction.”
“Everything is a business transaction when your pack is failing,” I said with brutal honesty.
Cassandra wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her expression hardening with resolve. “Fine. I’ll carry
this pregnancy to term and raise the pup as a single mother.”
“How much do you want?” I asked, reaching for my checkbook.
Cassandra stared at me in horror. “Excuse me?<b>” </b>
“Compensation for the inconvenience,” I exined matter–of–factly. “Name your price.”
The p came so fast I barely saw iting. Cassandra’s palm connected with my cheek with a sharp c<b>***</b>k
that echoed through the office.
“You bastard,” she hissed, her green–gold eyes zing with rage. “You think you can buy your way out of
fatherhood<b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>I </b>touched my stinging cheek, my wolf snarling at the physical assault. “I’m offering you a practical solution.”
“You’re offering me blood money in exchange for our pup’s life,” Cassandra spat. “I wouldn’t take a penny
from you if I was starving.”
She grabbed the pregnancy test results from my desk, clutching them protectively against her chest. “This child will know exactly what kind of Alpha their father really is.”
“Cassandra, wait-<b>” </b>
But she <b>was </b>already storming toward the door, her heels clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. The
door mmed behind her with enough force <b>to </b>rattle the windows.
<b>I </b><b>sank </b>back into my chair<b>, </b>the silence of my office suddenly oppressive. My wolf whined with confusion and
<b>regret</b><b>, </b>but I pushed those feelings aside.
I <b>had </b>bigger problems than Cassandra’s pregnancy. The Grey pack’s survival depended on my ability to <b>salvage </b>our business empire, not on ying father to an unwanted pup.
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<b>I </b><b>drove </b><b>through </b>Harbor <b>City’s </b>downtown district with tears streaming down my face. Ethan’s cruel words <b>echoed </b>in my mind, each one cutting deeper than thest.
The pregnancy test results sat on my passenger seat, a reminder of the life growing inside me that its father <b>had </b>just rejected. My wolf whimpered with pain and protective fury.
I pulled into the parking garage of Moonstone Legal Partners, my hands shaking as I turned off the engine. Olivia Winters worked here now, and I had a message to deliver.
The receptionist looked up as I entered the elegant lobby. “How can I help you?”
“I’d like to see Olivia Winters,” I said, my voice still thick with emotion.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No, but please tell her Cassandra Evans is here. It’s important.”
While waiting, I pulled out my phone andposed a message to Margaret Grey. Ethan’s mother needed to know about her future grandchild immediately.
I attached a photo of the pregnancy test results and typed: “Mrs. Grey, I have wonderful news to share. I’m carrying Ethan’s pup, but he’s asked me to terminate the pregnancy. I thought you should know.”
The response came within minutes. Margaret Grey’s number appeared on my screen, and I answered
immediately.
“Cassandra, dear, is this true?” Margaret’s voice was breathless with excitement.
“Yes, Mrs. Grey. I’m pregnant with Ethan’s pup,” I confirmed, allowing my voice to tremble with vulnerability.
“And he wants you to terminate?” Margaret’s tone turned icy with maternal fury.
“He said now isn’t the right time for him to sire an heir,” I exined, letting tears color my words. “But I want
to keep the pup.”
“Of course you do,” Margaret said warmly. “This is wonderful news, Cassandra. A grandson to continue the Grey bloodline.”
“You’re not disappointed?” I asked, feigning uncertainty.
“Disappointed? I’m thrilled,” Margaret assured me. “Ethan will listen to his mother’s guidance. I’ll arrange a proper meeting between our families.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Grey. Your support means everything to me.”
“Don’t worry, dear. Everything will work out perfectly. I’ll handle Ethan.”
I ended the call with satisfaction, a smile ying at my lips. Margaret Grey was exactly the ally I needed to
<b>secure </b>my position in the Grey pack.
<b>(</b>Olivia’s POV)
I returned to Moonstone Legal Partners after a client meeting <b>to </b>find Cassandra Evans waiting in the
<b>reception </b>area. Her presence immediately put me on guard.
“Cassandra<b>,” </b><b>I </b>said coolly, approaching with measured steps. “What brings you here<b>?</b><b>” </b>
She stood gracefully, her green–gold eyes bright with barely contained excitement. “Olivia, I wanted to share some wonderful news with you personally.”
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<b>“</b><b>Oh</b><b>?</b><b>” </b><b>I </b><b>kept </b><b>my </b><b>expression </b><b>neutral</b><b>, </b>though my wolf bristled with suspicion.
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Cassandra reached into her purse <b>and </b>pulled out a familiar man envelope. “I’m pregnant <b>with </b><b>Ethan’s </b><b>pup</b>.<b>” </b>
<b>She </b><b>handed </b>me <b>the </b>pregnancy <b>test </b><b>results </b>with a triumphant smile. “We’re nning <b>to </bplete our <b>mating </b>
<b>bond </b>soon.”
<b>I </b>nced at the test results withplete indifference. “Congrattions.”
<b>Myck </b>of reaction clearly frustrated her. “Aren’t you going to say anything else?<b>” </b>
“What would you like me to say?” I asked, handing the papers back to her.
“I thought you might be jealous,” Cassandra said, her voice carrying a hint of disappointment. “After all, you <b>and </b>Ethan have history.”
Iughed, the sound genuinely amused. “Jealous? Cassandra, have you forgotten about your uing court
<b>date</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
Her confident expression faltered slightly. “What court date?”
“The defamation case,” I reminded her with a cold smile. “For your online harassment campaign against pack
members.<b>” </b>
Cassandra waved dismissively. “That’s nothing. I’m pregnant now, and Ethan will use his pack influence to
resolve any legal troubles.”
“Will he?” I asked, my amber eyes glinting with knowledge she didn’t possess.
“Of course he will,” Cassandra insisted, though uncertainty crept into her voice. “He’s the Grey pack heir.”
I leaned back in my chair, studying her with pity. “Cassandra, you’re living in a fantasy.”
“What do you mean<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Ethan is facing his own serious problems within the pack hierarchy,” I exined calmly. “His business
empire is crumbling, investors are fleeing, and his Alpha status <b>is </b>in question.”
Cassandra’s face flushed with anger. “You’re just jealous and unable to ept reality.”
“I can’t help but feel sorry for you,” I said with genuine pity. “You’re still living in a dream.”
“What are you talking about?” Cassandra demanded, herposure finally cracking.
<b>I </b>smiled coldly, savoring the moment of revtion. “Now <b>that </b>Malcolm Wilson and Vanessa Reed are
imprisoned, and Frederick Warner’s supporters in ckmoor Territory are about <b>to </b>fall<b>, </b>no one can save him
now.<i>” </i>
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