EX HUSBAND REGRETS (Rejected Luna And Her Secret Pups)

Melissa's POV

"Congratulations, Mrs. Alexa, you are three weeks pregnant." The words of the doctor are recalled in my head, as I robbed my belly. A huge smile spread all over my face as I arranged the last few flowers on the dining table.

Today, my husband and mate, Alpha Derek Winston of the Golden Fang Pack, will be returning from training camp. Today was also our anniversary celebration of being together for five years, I felt so excited about it all. I already had every detail planned out for what a private celebration would look like.

His favorite had been prepared already, with drinks and flowers littered around, just to make the room fit more into a romantic mood.

Derek had been away for a month, though it felt like an eternity because we had no means of contacting each other because phones weren't allowed over there.

My hand found its place on the belly and I envisioned a scene where I would jump on him the moment he returned, showering with kisses before throwing in the bombshell.

And at that moment, the doorbell rang and I needed no one to inform me that my lovely husband had finally returned. I ran to the door and pulled it open, letting him come in before jumping on him.

"Happy anniversary, my love," I screamed, jumping on him, my arms going round his neck. His next action was something I never thought could happen. He roughly pushed me off, and I almost landed on the floor.

He didn't care to check on me, instead, he turned around without stopping, and it stung more than anything.

What could be the problem? Did I do anything to get him angry?

I tried to rid all negative thoughts, convincing myself that the moment I told him about the baby, whatever was upsetting him would be tossed aside.

Taking a deep breath, I approached him with a smile on my face. "How was the trip?"

"The training!" I quickly corrected, them to avoid pissing him off but no reply came. He was busy rummaging through his bag. "You seem so angry, what is the matter? I... I have something to share with you."

He suddenly gave me a dark stare. "Not now," he said sharply, more crudely than I had ever heard.

The words hurt me a lot, but I managed to smile and hold myself together. "Please, it will just be for a moment. It's important to me,

"I-" I stretched my hand softly, placing it on his arm.

But without any warning, he pushed me. Hard. I fell and landed on my knees.

Pain shot through me on the side I landed on but that was nothing compared to the pain that I felt in my heart.

"Did... did I do something wrong?" I eventually asked looking up hoping he would tell me

The man who stood in front of me was the one who was supposed to love me and keep me safe and he was looking at me with a blank stare.

He did not say anything. Rather he reached for the briefcase beside him and took out a thick pile of documents.

I saw the heading of the document and felt as though I had lost my balance. Divorce Agreement.

"Sign them," he ordered, shoving the document to me. "After which I'll reject you and our bond will be severed."

My heart felt like it was broken into pieces. No, no, this was impossible. Not on this day that I was going to tell him that I was carrying his child.

"Why?" I cried, tears swelling up in my eyes as I struggled to stand up and reach for him. "Please, I beg you... tell me why. I don't get it. I thought... I thought we were happily married."

I was about to speak again but was interrupted by the sound of heels tapping loudly on the floor behind me.

I turned around and it was Laura, my cousin, walking towards us.

She came closer to us and I couldn't understand what she was doing there.

"Laura?" She barely glanced at me and averted her gaze to him.

His eyes showed warmth that he hadn't shown to me In a couple of months.

"Hey, baby," Laura said, wrapping her arms around him happily. I felt sick. She leaned to him and kissed him.

The world around me was turning against me.

I choked out a sound that was meant to be a sob. "What... this... what is this? Laura?"

She turned at the moment, a grin on her face.

"Oh, but I must apologize, did you not notice?" she asked, her tone belittling.

"Your husband and I have been together for a while now. He needs an heir, so he can no longer be with a barren woman like you."

Each of her words burnt me as though I was slapped. I looked at him with a similar gaze, seeking explanations or any sign of regret in his eyes, no matter how petty it seemed, but there was none.

"Is this true?" I asked him.

He didn't even stutter for a second. "Yes," he replied. "I no longer want you. Simply put your signature on the documents, so I can get this over with, okay? Whatever is between us comes to an end today."

My heart shattered and I fell on my knees, shaking as I held his pant leg. "No..." I said, desperately. "Don't do this."

"Please, please don't do this. Whatever it takes, I will do it. I just... Not like this. End whatever it is between you two. Just return to me." I pleaded with him.

"It has been resolved and you know it. It is over. This is something you have to come to terms with. I want you to sign the papers for the divorce then leave me in peace."

I shook my head. "No. I'm not signing anything. This isn't how I want it to end."

"Does it have to be this hard? It's already over, and you're only going to make it worse for yourself."

"Because I still believe in us, even if you don't."

"Enough of this," he stated in a more demanding manner.

"Sign them and give it up."

"I won't. I can't." He looked down on me and there was nothing in his look. No remorse, in no way apologetic, it was as if I was just an obstacle in his way.

"I don't care whatever it is you want," he answered, withdrawing his leg. "Just sign the papers and save yourself the shame."

My vision was blurred by the tears, but I couldn't let go. I wouldn't let go of everything we had worked so hard to build.

I had to make him see. "Please, just... listen. I was going to tell you... I'm " I tried to say with great difficulty but was interrupted.

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say. How many times do I have to say it?"

I saw the delight in Laura's face. I felt the floor opening up and taking under. Everyone was collapsing fast around me and I had no idea why.

Before I knew what was going on, he used his speed to get to me. In one swift movement, he leaned down and seized my hand with force.

He was suddenly in front of me, leaning towards me. I felt pain as he stabbed a needle into my finger, drawing blood.

Before I had a chance to retract my hand, he held the bleeding finger and forcefully pressed it onto the signature line of the divorce documents. This was when I realized what he had just done.

"I, Alpha Derek Winston of the Golden Fang Pack, reject Melissa Parker as my mate."

Finally accepting it all, I opened my mouth. "I accept your rejection."

Melissa's POV

I was seated at a bar, drowning myself in alcohol, letting the mascara streak down my face.

After I left home, this was the only place I could think of. The only way I could numb the pain. But no matter how much I drank, the ache inside me refused to fade.

"That's enough alcohol for today, don't you think?"

I turned around at the voice behind me. An old, rough-faced gentleman sat in one of the pub's corners behind the counter, his eyes fixed on me.

"Let me guess-you just got your heart broken, and now alcohol is the only solution to forget him, right?"

I gave him a weak smile. I appreciated the distraction. "Thank you, but I have no interest in having this conversation."

"I know," he said, "but drinking won't fix heartbreak. Making money, building yourself up-that's the best way to move on."

I fully turned to him. "How do I make money when I have nothing? I'm just a nobody. No degree, no job, no home. Just an ex-housewife, an omega rejected and divorced... and pregnant."

His eyes widened slightly. "A child?"

"Yes," I confirmed. "And he knows nothing about it."

The old man stood and stretched out his hand. "Come with me. That man doesn't deserve you-not in any way."

I looked and felt ready to step in front of the cameras.

I had rebuilt myself.

I was no longer that weak, heartbroken woman. Now, I had a name. A brand. A career as a model and a marketing director.

Walking down the runway, every step was measured, every movement precise. But then I saw a face I thought had long been erased from my memory.

Alpha Derek. My ex-mate.

For a few seconds, the world around me stood still.

He looked almost the same-just a little more rugged, like life had been rough on him too.

What the hell was he doing here?

I forced myself to focus. If I reacted, I would ruin everything I had worked so hard to build. I wasn't that woman anymore-the fool who had fallen for those eyes.

Gritting my teeth, I kept walking, my face blank. To me, he was just another face in the audience tonight.

Backstage, I exhaled sharply, pressing a hand to my chest to steady the shaking.

I still remembered that day-the betrayal, the humiliation. How he left me as if I were nothing.

"Melissa, concentrate," I muttered to myself. There was no room for weakness. Especially not now. Especially not for him.

But then I heard it.

A deep, familiar voice. A voice that once made butterflies dance inside me.

"Melissa."

I turned slowly and met his gaze.

I stepped back. "What are you doing here?"

His expression softened, like he had something important to say. Something weighing on him.

"I need to talk to you," he said. "Just for a moment."

"There's nothing left to say," I replied, turning away.

He reached for my arm, gripping it gently but firmly.

"Please, just... give me a moment. After that, I'll leave you alone if that's what you want."

I hesitated. My brain screamed at me to walk away, but a part of me-maybe out of curiosity-wanted to hear him out.

"Fine," I said.

He exhaled in relief. "Are you... seeing anyone?"

I faltered for a second before locking eyes with him.

"Yes."

His jaw tightened. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, trying to mask the hurt.

"Yes," he repeated bitterly. "I suppose I asked for that."

"You did."

He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Melissa, you can say what you want, but we're still tied in one way or another. You can feel it, can't you? You're still my mate."

I clenched my fists. "There is no bond, Derek. Whatever was there is gone. I moved on."

But he didn't believe me.

He stepped closer, his face just inches from mine.

"Stop pretending, Melissa. How long have you been in this... relationship?"

"Since the night I left."

"It doesn't matter," he said. "You're still my mate. I can feel it, and you can't deny that you do too."

Before I could respond, he grabbed my waist and pulled me against him.

"What the-"

His lips crashed against mine.

For a brief moment, my mind went blank.

Then, rage filled me.

I shoved him back with all my strength. My palm collided with his face in a sharp slap.

He touched his cheek in shock but didn't retaliate.

"Who the hell do you think you are? " I spat, breathing hard.

He blinked, stunned. I could see it in his eyes-he never expected me to fight back.

He only knew the woman who had loved him. He had never met the Melissa who no longer did.

"You're angry," he said, chuckling lowly. "But that kiss... That was the truth, wasn't it?"

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.

"You think you can have whatever you want, don't you?" I hissed. "Don't ever do that again."

His smirk faded. "I had to know if I still stood a chance."

"You don't," I said firmly. "Not anymore."

I had thought I was done with this. I thought he was happy with Laura.

So why was he here?

I turned to walk away.

"Melissa," he called again.

I didn't stop. I didn't look back.

But then, someone stepped out from the shadows-a familiar face.

"Elijah," I breathed. Relief washed over me.

He extended his hand. "Melissa, are you okay?"

I remembered when he had asked me the same thing years ago when I thought my life was beyond saving.

He still had the same warm, strong eyes, though time had added grey to his hair and lines to his face.

Derek, standing behind me, tensed. I knew that expression. He was assessing Elijah.

"And this is...?" Derek's voice was tight with suspicion.

Elijah remained calm, his posture relaxed but firm. "I don't think that's any of your business," he said smoothly. "But I do think you need to keep your distance from her."

Derek scoffed. "So, this is the guy you're dating?"

I had told Derek before that I was with someone. Now, he was searching my face for confirmation.

"Yes, we're in a relationship," Elijah answered before I could.

I blinked, surprised. That wasn't the answer I had planned to give, but I didn't correct him. If it made Derek back off, then so be it.

Elijah tightened his grip on my hand and stepped closer. "We're together," he said, "and soon, it will be more than just that."

Derek's expression twisted in pain. "More than what?" he asked, barely holding back his anger.

Elijah didn't hesitate. "I'm going to marry Melissa."

Derek flinched, his face unreadable.

For a moment, he seemed... lost.

Then, his mask returned. He forced a stiff nod. "Well... congratulations, then."

Without another word, he turned and walked away.

I exhaled sharply, my body trembling.

"I'm sorry," I said to Elijah. "I didn't mean to drag you into this."

He chuckled softly. "Melissa, you don't need to apologise. I had a feeling you'd need a little help tonight."

I smiled at him.

He had done so much for me. And tonight, he had done even more.

"Thank you," I murmured.

Elijah nodded. "That man wants you back."

I met his gaze, my voice firm.

"Well, that's never going to happen."

Derek's POV

My Beta-Michael-walked in with the files I had requested earlier.

"Good morning, Alpha," he greeted.

I responded curtly with a nod, eager to know what he had found. Ever since I saw Melissa with that man, I needed to know what was going on between them-whether Elijah truly meant it when he said they were going to get married.

Shutting down my laptop, I focused all my attention on Michael. "Did you do everything I asked?"

He nodded, handing me the files. "I did my research and found out that Elijah and Melissa have been together for years. He's also the reason she has a good job. It's true-they're together," he explained as I flipped through the pages.

The thought of Melissa being with that man made my chest tighten, and I had to take deep breaths to control myself. "Are you sure?" I asked again, needing confirmation.

Michael nodded. I exhaled sharply and returned the files to him. "Thank you, Michael."

He responded with a small smile, bowed, and exited the room.

Left alone, I inhaled deeply, lost in thought. How had Melissa moved on so quickly? She had always been crazy in love with me, yet now it was as if I didn't exist in her world anymore.

If only I hadn't believed Laura.

My fists clenched as memories of that day flooded my mind. I had treated Melissa horribly. I could have listened to her-given her a chance to explain-but I didn't. And now, she was gone.

But none of that mattered. I was ready to do whatever it took to have her back.

It was already late, so I tidied up and left for home.

---

For five years, I had searched everywhere for Melissa. Who would have thought she had been within reach all along? I was eager to talk to her again, but she was different now-colder. She had moved on with her life and with another man.

Her eyes held nothing but resentment. I didn't matter to her anymore. She loved someone else.

But I could swear I still felt the bond. Even after rejecting her, it remained.

That meant only one thing-I still had a chance. Elijah hadn't marked her yet. All I needed was a way to show her I had been deceived.

But deep down, I knew that wasn't the whole truth. If I had trusted her, even a little, I wouldn't have pushed her away. I could have listened. I could have told her the reason I wanted to divorce her instead of rejecting her outright.

Was it too late?

She was different now-nothing like the mate I once knew. Only her face was the same.

The compassion in her eyes was gone. Not even a flicker of the Melissa I remembered remained. And she didn't seem to care-maybe she never did.

I was lost in my thoughts until an all-too-familiar voice shattered them.

"Where the hell have you been, Derek? You keep forgetting you have marital duties to perform!"

I looked up to see Laura standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest.

Running a hand over my face, I sighed. "Go to bed, Laura. Leave me alone. I'm not in the mood for your tantrums."

She stepped closer, ignoring my words. "Oh, you're never in the mood. But I don't care. It won't change the fact that I'm your mate now, and I deserve to be sexually satisfied. My wolf is starving, Alpha Derek."

The way she dragged out my title made my skin crawl.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I growled. "Or have you forgotten that I found out how you deceived me years ago? We were never supposed to be mated. If you hadn't manipulated your way into my life, you conniving bitch-"

She scoffed. "Oh, spare me the sob story. If you had trusted Melissa, you wouldn't have fallen for my lies. You have no one to blame but yourself. And now? You're stuck with me forever."

"Laura, get out of here. Now." My voice was low, dangerous. My eyes burnt red, my fangs threatening to emerge.

She smirked. "Or what? Face it, Derek. This all happened years ago. You should move on already. I love you, and in time, you'll learn to love me too-if only you'd put in some effort."

"Keep dreaming, Laura. I'm going to get Melissa back. And you? I'll get rid of you."

She burst into laughter. "She wants nothing to do with you, Derek. She made that clear when she accepted your rejection. Remember?"

Her words sliced through me like a blade, hitting wounds I had tried to suppress.

"No need to keep fuming," she added with a mocking smirk.

"Enough already." My voice was colder than I intended.

"Aww, such a pity," she murmured, shaking her head. "You're only deceiving yourself, Derek. And that? That's just sad."

Life with Laura had been hell. She never missed an opportunity to get on my nerves. But I wasn't going to let her get to me-not now, when I was trying to figure out how to win Melissa back.

I grabbed my briefcase and headed to my room.

But, of course, she followed.

"Are you thinking about her right now?" she blurted, standing beside me.

I hadn't even noticed her come in. I ignored her and got up to leave, but she blocked my path.

She smiled seductively. "If you dare to walk out, I'll scream and call the attention of the Cabinet Minister. I'll tell the Pack you've refused to touch me since making me your Luna."

I swallowed hard, my hands clenching into fists.

She knew exactly how to manipulate me. The Pack had been expecting an heir from me. If they found out I was refusing to make it happen, they'd turn against me.

"Forget her, Derek. She's gone. You searched for her for five years and found nothing. Why not give up and have a little fun with me?" She stepped closer, trying to kiss me.

I turned away.

Her robes fell to the floor, revealing her red lingerie.

My wolf stirred at the sight, but I forced him down. He had been starved for five years, and I planned to keep him that way-until Melissa returned to me.

"It won't work, Laura," I said flatly. "Put your robe back on."

She sank to her knees, looking up at me with a smug smile.

Unbuckling my trousers, she massaged me gently, making it hard to pull away.

"Stop, Laura," I warned, my voice strained.

But before I could push her off, she took me into her mouth.

I gritted my teeth, my wolf battling for control. Despite my resistance, pleasure surged through me. My fingers curled into her hair as I threw my head back.

"Fuck, Melissa," I groaned.

Laura immediately froze.

She pulled away, eyes darkening with rage. "Melissa? You were thinking about that bitch while I was sucking you off?"

"Watch your mouth," I snarled. "Don't ever call her that again, or I swear I won't show you any mercy."

She scoffed. "Ever since you saw that bitch again-"

I grabbed her by the hair, slamming her against the wall. She yelped, her breath coming in quick, panicked gasps.

Taking a deep breath, I released her, though I still had her pinned. "Don't ever speak ill of Melissa again," I warned, my voice dangerously low.

"If anything, you are the bitch-for backstabbing her. And from this day forward? You are banned from entering my chambers."