Rejecting the Heir, Fucking the Alpha's Father

"Aria, I'm at the gate. My wolf is pacing-I need to see you. Moon Council Hall in thirty, yeah?"

I stared at the glowing text on my screen, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. This was it. Five years of Northbridge Academy, five years of running through the forest together, and today, Ethan Draven and I were finally registering our bond.

"You just shifted back from the Manchester airfield, didn't you?" Graham Cole chuckled from the driver's seat of the pack transport unit. "That's a look of a female ready to claim her Alpha."

"Is it that obvious, Graham?" I leaned against the window, the morning sun hitting my face. "It's the Lunar Equinox. I've had this slot booked at the Council for weeks. I wasn't letting anyone else take it."

"Young love and high stakes," Graham laughed, pulling the rugged transport unit onto the main trail. "My daughter tried to get a Valentine's registration, but the Council told her she'd have to wait for the next moon cycle."

"Wish her luck for me!" I hopped out as we reached the neutral territory of the Council grounds, my boots hitting the dirt with a confident thud.

But as the transport pulled away, the silence of the clearing felt wrong. My internal compass-the faint pull of the pack bond-felt cold. I pulled out my phone and dialed Ethan.

"Yeah? What?" Ethan's voice was sharp, cutting through the line like a silver blade.

"Ethan? I'm standing at the Moon Council Hall. Where are you? The Elders are waiting for our signatures."

"Aria, I can't make it. Not today."

"What do you mean? We've talked about this since graduation. Today is the day we make it official under pack law!"

"Something came up at the estate. We'll do it another moon, alright? It's just a piece of parchment, Aria. Don't be dramatic."

My blood turned to ice. "Just a piece of parchment? Ethan, this is our life."

Before I could scream at him, a high-pitched, melodic laugh drifted through the background of the call. "Ethan! Are you coming? The whole pack is in the Sunrise Den! The breakfast elk is getting cold!"

My grip tightened until the screen creaked. Lila. The girl the Draven family took in as an omega years ago.

"Is Lila back from the northern territories?" I whispered, but the line went dead.

A notification pinged a second later.

Lila: [Aria, was that you? I hope I didn't interrupt! Ethan threw me a huge 'Welcome Home' run last night. I shifted too many times and ended up crashing at the estate. Don't be mad! Come to the Sunrise Den and eat with us?]

I didn't reply. I moved.

I reached the heavy oak doors of the Sunrise Den minutes later, the scent of pine and roasted meat hitting my senses. I didn't shift; I walked in on two legs, my shadow long and dark against the floorboards.

"So, Ethan," a voice boomed from inside, "isn't today the day you finally collar yourself to Aria at the Council?"

"Man, she's been counting down the minutes for a month," another pack member snickered. "She's got that Stone Legal Pack mindset. Always needs everything signed and sealed."

"What's so special about today anyway?"

"It's the Equinox, you idiot! Highest fertility, strongest bonds. Aria's trying to lock him down tight."

"Tsk," a sneering voice cut through the laughter. "Ethan doesn't want a lawyer for a mate. We all know his wolf only howls for Lila."

I saw Lila dip her head, her eyes shimmering with fake modesty. "Stop it, guys. Ethan is just my protector. My pack brother."

I stepped into the doorway. The room was a blur of fur rugs and Alpha posturing. Ethan was lounging in the center chair, his arm draped casually over the back of Lila's seat, his fingers dangerously close to the nape of her neck-the marking spot.

"Lila," Ethan murmured, loud enough for the room to hear, "do you really think I only see you as a sister?"

"Ethan..." Lila whispered, her eyes darting to the door. "Are you really standing Aria up at the Council Hall?"

"I told her already," Ethan said, his voice dripping with boredom. "Nobody in this territory matters more to me than you."

The room erupted. Howls of approval, desk-thumping, the sound of a pack celebrating a betrayal.

"Am I interrupting the hunt?" I asked, my voice flat and cold as a winter stream.

The room froze. Ethan's arm dropped from Lila's chair. He stood up, his brow furrowing with irritation. "Aria? What are you doing here? I told you we'd handle the registration another day."

"Am I not welcome in the Den?" I walked straight to the center table.

Lila scrambled to stand, her face a mask of concern. "Aria! Here, take my seat. I didn't mean to-"

"Lila, sit down," Ethan commanded, grabbing her wrist to keep her in place. He looked at me, his eyes flashing Alpha red. "Aria, you're making a scene. We had an agreement."

"The agreement was for a bond, Ethan. Not a cage." I pulled the Council papers from my pocket-the ones that required both our scents to seal. "Forget the registration. I'm calling it off."

"What?" Ethan took a step forward, his chest heaving. "You're doing what?"

"I'm rejecting the bond," I said, my voice echoing off the rafters. "You said she's the most important. Fine. Go to the Council with her. Sign her name where mine was supposed to be. Consider it my parting gift to the Draven bloodline."

I threw the crumpled papers at his feet. They hit the floor with a soft thud that felt like a thunderclap.

"Aria, watch your tone," Ethan warned, his voice low and vibrating with a growl. "Lila just got back. We can discuss this at the estate, privately."

"She's not really leaving," a voice jeered from the back of the room. "She's been obsessed with the Draven name since Northbridge. She won't walk away from an Alpha."

Lila looked up at me, her eyes wet with crocodile tears. "Aria, please... don't listen to them. He's just my brother!"

I looked at her, then at the man I thought was my mate. "Then I hope you two are very happy in the family portrait. I'm done."

"You think a mere pack brother cancels a bond registration for a welcome run?" I asked, my voice slicing through the silence like a silver claw.

I let out a jagged laugh, staring directly into Ethan's shifting eyes. "That's truly touching. Are you positive he's just your brother, Lila, or is he the secret mate you've been hiding in the shadows?"

Ethan's face darkened, the Alpha blood in him simmering. "That is enough. Aria, show some respect and apologize to Lila this instant."

I tightened my grip on the edge of the table, my resolve hardening like stone. "I'm making a blood oath here and now. I will never bind myself to Ethan Draven. If I ever crawl back to this pathetic excuse for an Alpha, let the Moon Goddess curse him to never sire an heir to the Draven line."

I didn't wait for a reaction. I turned and stalked out of the Sunrise Den, leaving the air heavy with the scent of a broken oath.

"Aria's got quite the bite for a lawyer, doesn't she?" Victor Draven chuckled awkwardly behind me, trying to break the tension.

"Ethan, don't let it get to you," Dominic added. "Just show her a little dominance on the ice at practice tomorrow; she'll remember her place and come crawling back."

"Why even chase her?" another social Alpha scoffed. "Don't spoil your females, Ethan. If you do, they'll think they can run the pack better than you."

"Shut your mouths!" Ethan roared. I could hear the frustration snapping in his voice even as the door swung shut.

Lila leaned into him, her voice a poisonous honey. "Ethan, are you worried about her? I can go to the Stone Legal Chambers and apologize if it helps you feel better. I don't want to be the reason for your anger. Look, you've made the whole pack uncomfortable."

I remembered how she used to nudge him under the table at Northbridge Academy, those subtle omens of the betrayal to come.

"I'm not angry with you, Milly," Ethan's voice softened, losing its edge. "I could never stay mad at you, no matter what Aria does."

"I feel the same," she whispered.

While they laughed, I made my way to the Draven Alpha Estate. It was a sprawling territory gifted to us by High Alpha Magnus as a mating present.

"Aria? You're back early," Linda Torres, the pack maid, said as I walked through the heavy stone archway. "Weren't you and Ethan sealing the bond at the Council Hall today? Why are you alone?"

I didn't answer. I went straight for the stairs, grabbing my single suitcase. I only needed the essentials.

As I passed Ethan's study, I saw his tablet on the desk. My mind flashed back to a night months ago when I'd reached for it to check the hockey scores, and he'd nearly taken my head off.

"Why so possessive of a piece of tech?" I muttered.

I tapped the screen. A password. I tried his birth date. Denied. I tried my own. Denied.

Then, a memory surfaced-Lila's arrival at the estate years ago. September 2nd. Labor Day. I punched in 0902. The screen flickered to life.

My stomach did a slow roll as I opened the gallery. No pack documents. No hockey strategies. Just 3,344 photos of Lila.

Lila in the forest. Lila shifted. Ethan and Lila at the Manchester airfield. There wasn't a single image of me. The only proof I existed in his life was the formal portrait in the bedroom, and even in that, he looked like he was facing an executioner.

He'd always claimed he hated the camera. Apparently, he only hated it when I was in the frame.

I powered it down and wiped my prints.

"Are you leaving on another legal circuit, Aria?" Linda asked as I dragged my suitcase toward the front door.

"Something like that," I replied, my voice steady and professional. I didn't look back.

The next evening, Ethan walked into the estate to a tomb-like silence. No scent of me. No messages.

"She's got some nerve, trying to play hard to get now," Ethan muttered to himself. "Linda! Did Aria come home yesterday?"

"She did, Alpha. She packed a bag and mentioned a business trip. She didn't give a return date."

Ethan paced the floor. "Is she actually working a case, or is this just another tantrum?"

He convinced himself she'd be back. The wedding portraits were already taken. The pack expected the union. The Council registration was just a formality to him.

"She won't walk," he whispered, a smirk touching his lips. "She loves the Draven name too much."

He went upstairs to the guest wing-we'd been sleeping in separate rooms for months-completely failing to notice the massive gap on the wall where our portrait used to hang.

His phone rang. High Alpha Magnus.

"Ethan, is the bond registered? The pack link hasn't updated."

"Grandpa, something came up at the Den. We'll finalize the paperwork after your birthday gala. I forgot to mention it."

"See that you do. I don't like loose ends. And I heard the adopted girl is back?"

Ethan's jaw tightened. He remembered how Magnus had tried to marry Lila off five years ago to a rival Alpha, and how she'd vanished into the northern territories the next morning. It was only after Ethan got engaged to me that the family peace had been restored.

"Yeah, she's back," Ethan said.

"Fine. Tell your father to bring her to the gala. She's still part of the pack. But Ethan... get that license signed with Aria. Understood?"

"I understand."

Ethan rubbed his temples. The gala was tomorrow. He opened his chat with me. The last message was his own, telling me he couldn't make it to the Council. He waited for me to type, but the screen stayed blank.

"High Alpha Magnus's birthday run is tomorrow. Are you back from your circuit or still hiding in the northern territories?"

I stared at the glowing screen for a full hour before I finally sent back a single, cold question mark.

"Aria, enough with the lone-wolf act," Ethan's next message snapped instantly. "Do you have any idea how much this gala means for the Draven pack's standing? The entire Moon Council will be watching."

I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, my damp hair clinging to my shoulders. I didn't feel the usual tug of the bond-just a hollow, bitter amusement.

"We broke the link, Ethan," I typed, my fingers steady. "I won't be attending the Alpha's gala. Take Lila. Take a stray. Take whoever you want."

"Still playing these psychological games? Nobody officially dissolved the engagement," he shot back. "I'm bringing the Alpha vehicle to your flat at seven. You know Magnus expects you there. Do you really want to be the reason the High Alpha loses face on his birthday?"

I let out a sharp, jagged laugh that echoed off the tiles. "I can play the part of the dutiful mate, Ethan. But my time at Stone Legal Chambers isn't free. You want a performance? You pay the appearance fee. Now."

I sent him my bank details with a final note: [Mark it as 'Professional Consultation.']

I could practically feel his teeth grinding through the phone, but he was too desperate to maintain appearances. Within minutes, the notification pinged. $300,000.

"Thanks, boss," I whispered to the empty room, turning off the screen.

The next evening, I arrived at the estate gates precisely on time. I'd chosen a purple bodycon dress that felt like a second skin, the color of a deepening bruise against my pale skin. I'd swept my hair back with a simple white ribbon-an innocent contrast to the cool, predator-like detachment in my eyes.

As Ethan stepped out of his black Range Rover, his eyes raked over me, and for the first time in years, I saw the beast in him stir. His pupils dilated, his nostrils flaring as he took in the sight of me.

"Change. Now," he commanded, his voice vibrating with a low, possessive growl.

"And why would I do that, Alpha?" I challenged, my head tilted.

"It's a pack gala, Aria. You're dressed to hunt. You're going to draw every Alpha's eyes in the hall."

I reached for the door of the Range Rover, a smirk playing on my lips. "That is exactly the plan. Maybe at your funeral, I'll wear something less distracting."

"Aria," he warned, his voice a dangerous rumble.

I ignored him, sliding into the back seat.

"Get in the front," he barked, slamming his own door. "I'm not your pack transport driver."

I looked at the front passenger seat. Sitting right there, plain as day, was a pair of pearl earrings Lila had been wearing at the Sunrise Den. I felt a surge of ice in my veins.

"I'd rather not ruin the fabric of this dress," I said, my voice like a winter wind. "The front seat smells like someone else's scent. It's... messy."

Ethan stared at me in the rearview mirror, looking like he was trying to calculate if I was in heat or just losing my mind. He checked the dash-it was late. As the primary heir, he couldn't walk into the gala behind schedule.

When we reached the main hall, he stepped out and offered his arm, a stiff, formal gesture of pack civility. I didn't touch him. Instead, I pulled a silk scarf from my clutch and wrapped it firmly around my palm before resting it on his forearm.

"Whitney-Aria-don't be absurd," he snapped, his eyes flashing. "Are you really that repulsed by my touch?"

"Is it that obvious?" I gave him a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "I'll try to keep the growling to a minimum for the Elders."

The moment we entered the hall, the atmosphere shifted. The music didn't stop, but the whispers did. Ethan was a force of nature-star-bright eyes, chiseled features, and that cold, lethal Alpha aura that kept the lesser wolves at bay. As the son of the most powerful clan in the Cheshire Lands, everyone wanted a piece of him.

He gripped my hand through the silk, his heat still burning through the fabric. "I have to speak with a Council member. Try to enjoy the feast."

I pulled my hand free the second he let go, the scarf damp with the sweat of my suppressed anger. I didn't have a moment of peace before the vultures circled.

"Well, if it isn't the lawyer who can't take a hint," a female pack member sneered, her eyes scanning my dress with envy. "Didn't you howl to the whole Den that you were done with him?"

I turned a frosty gaze on her. "Why? Is Ethan suddenly firing blanks?"

The woman blinked, her jaw dropping. "What are you talking about?"

"I made an oath," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But if he's truly lost his ability to lead a bloodline, maybe I didn't break my promise after all. Why don't you go over there and test his 'vitality' for me? See if he's still Alpha material."

"You... you're insane!" she hissed.

The girls around her looked at me like I'd just shifted in the middle of the dance floor.

"Enjoy the spotlight, Aria," she spat. "Once Lila makes her entrance, you'll be nothing but a shadow."

I'd almost forgotten about the 'Golden Omega.'

"Aria! Freya and I have been trying to scent you for days!"

I turned to see Vanessa Hale, my half-sister, marching toward me with my stepmother, Freya Collins, trailing behind. Freya wore a sugary, fake smile that made my skin crawl.

"Aria, dear," Freya purred. "Didn't you say you and Ethan were sealing the bond on the Equinox? I didn't see any announcement on the pack bridge."

I pulled out my phone, not looking at her. "Oh, my mistake. I must have left the pack link. You three seem to be tracking each other just fine without me. Does it really matter if I'm there?"

My father, Dominic Draven, was nowhere to be seen. He'd basically checked out of my life three months after my mother died, when he brought Freya into the pack.

"Aria, show some respect to my mother!" Vanessa snapped.

Before I could retort, Vanessa's eyes lit up. "Lila! She's here! Mom, I have to go greet her!"

Freya watched her run off, then turned back to me. "Don't take it personally, Aria. Lila and Vanessa have been inseparable since they were pups. It's been five years. You can understand the excitement."

She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming. "By the way, does Ethan know his 'sister' is finally home for good?"

The whole territory knew Ethan spoiled Lila. The whispers were a constant hum-if she hadn't been the adopted one, she'd be the one wearing the Alpha's mark. But High Alpha Magnus had made it clear: Lila was a daughter of the house, and any talk of a bond between her and Ethan was heresy.

I stayed silent. I wasn't the vulnerable pup they remembered.

Freya's smile widened as she saw Ethan walking back toward us, his stride purposeful and predatory.

"Aria, look at him," Freya whispered condescendingly. "Five years apart and he still looks at her like she's the only star in the sky."

I felt a fresh crack in my heart, but I didn't let it show. "Yeah, he does. But tell me, Freya... do you think Ethan knows that Lila's 'best friend' Vanessa has been trying to catch his scent the whole time she's been gone?"