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The Baby Isn'T Yours

These Babies Are Not Yours, Alpha Axton

[WSA 2025 ENTRY] In Cinder Pack, one out of the seven superior packs, abandoned children on the streets are considered less than the pets owned by many households. They live from hand-to-mouth, covered in dirt and used however those from better families deem fit. As a result, many of them die from starvation at very young ages and those with good-looking appearances sell themselves off to better families in order to live.   While a select few resort to stealing food and taking the crumbs that fall off the table of those of noble birth. This is the case for Aurelia Night and her childhood best friend, Lydia Hayes. But her already miserable life takes a darker turn when she overhears a conversation she shouldn’t.  To hide from the evil men seeking to take her life, she spends the night with a stranger… who kept murmuring something about her being his mate.  The next morning, she is brutally betrayed by the only family she has and hauled off a cliff to die — but she survives. Though she loses her memory, she doesn’t lose the twin boys growing in her belly… Now, seven years later, she has become a reputable member of the rogue community, whose population was quickly declining.  Given the task to kill the head of the hunt itself, Cinder Pack’s twisted and ruthless Alpha, Axton Wolfe, a man who takes relish in the most gory things in life, she finds a way into his residence, working as a maid.  Unaware of the plot on his life, the usually conserved and ruthless man with a hatred for timid and weak things, is disgusted when he finds himself repeatedly drawn to the seemingly timid and weak maid in his residence.  But Aurelia despises him too much to care and bids her time waiting for the right time to strike.  That is… until she finds out a shocking truth about him.  The truth of that night seven years ago. The truth of their cruel fate and why her legs won’t stop shaking from pleasure whenever he was around.  But when ‘kiss’ comes to shove and she has to sink a knife into his heart to live, will she? … To clarify; There will be quite a number of grim things.  Male lead is more than morally grey, twisted, obsessive and possessive. Female lead, tough, thinks on her feet, can stand up for herself, but still a damsel in distress.  Enemies to Lovers? Definitely.  Smut? Well, male lead is OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE!  Welcome to a tortured love story.
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Ex wife Getting her life back is isn’t easy

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.
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