The Alpha’s Secret Daughter: Rejecting My Betraying Mate

Sylva's POV

"Mom, I don't need a baby brother or sister. I already have a sister."

I happily pulled out a pair of baby shoes, only for my seven-year-old son to violently snatch them and slam them into the trash can.

It was in that exact moment I discovered that the Alpha leader I had deeply loved for eight years had built a lavish underground mansion long ago—housing his mistress and secret daughter!

And my "obedient" son had been joining his father there every single month, playing happy family with them!

When the shock caused me to hemorrhage, leaving me lying alone on a freezing operating table undergoing a miscarriage, my husband was off comforting his mistress and illegitimate daughter.

In that instant, my love shattered completely. I relinquished custody of my son, left a signed divorce agreement, and walked away without looking back.

I placed a pair of delicate leather baby shoes on the table and gently pulled my seven-year-old son, fresh out of school, toward me.

"Kioran, you’re going to be a big brother," I smiled, stroking his head.

The very next second, Kioran's face went blank. He grabbed the shoes and shoved them forcefully into the wastebasket.

"I don't need a brother or a sister," seven-year-old Kioran said, looking up. The grey-gold eyes he inherited from his father held not a trace of childhood innocence—only chilling apathy. "I already have a sister. Her name is Zoraya."

I felt as though struck by lightning. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not lying," Kioran scoffed, jamming his hands into his pockets. His posture was an exact replica of his father's. "To be honest, Dad and I are sick of pretending to play 'happy family' with you every day."

"Dad doesn't want you to have another baby either, just like me." Kioran stared down at my stomach, his voice icy. "You'd better be smart and obey, unless you want Dad and me to hate you."

Without another glance, he slammed his bedroom door in my face.

I stood frozen in place, my blood running cold.

Once upon a time, he was the sweet child who loved leaning against my knees. But that look in his eyes just now... he was a complete stranger.

And that name—Zoraya... Why did it sound so familiar?

My heart hammered against my ribs as I hurriedly pulled out my phone.

Six months ago, I saved a little girl from anaphylactic shock due to a raspberry allergy at a high-end dress boutique. Her name was Zoraya, and her mother was named Marwen.

With trembling fingers, I pulled up Marwen’s social media profile.

In her latest post, the little girl was beaming. I zoomed in on the picture, and my pupils contracted sharply—the girl's golden-brown round eyes and slightly upturned chin were identical to Torin's!

A raspberry allergy was an extremely rare bloodline trait; in our entire pack, no one else carried it except Torin!

What suffocated me even more was a photo posted three months ago: in the corner of the picture, a man’s wrist was visible, wearing a sleek silver custom mechanical watch.

That was the one-of-a-kind mate gift I had poured my heart into customizing for Torin when he succeeded as the Alpha leader!

On the eighth of every month, Torin would leave home under the guise of "handling dungeon business." He always brought Kioran with him, leaving me behind claiming I was too weak to handle the dark aura of the dungeon. And whenever Kioran returned, his pockets were always stuffed with little girl plushies!

Eight years... I had loved him with all my heart for eight long years and given everything to help him govern the pack.

In return, I got an absolute sham engineered by a father and son acting in unison!

The door lock clicked, and Torin stepped inside.

Seeing the tear tracks on my face, his brows instantly furrowed, and he rushed over to me. "Sylva? Why are you crying? Did that brat Kioran upset you? Just wait till I get my hands on him!"

He turned toward Kioran’s room, his expression darkening as he yelled angrily, "Kioran! Get your ass out here right now! Making your mother cry—see if I don't skin you alive!"

His tone was full of deliberate affection and fury, eager to play the role of a devoted husband.

As he stepped closer, a faint trace of orchid hit me. I had smelled this exact scent on Marwen before—she’d bragged that her husband custom-blended the unique fragrance just for her.

My body went stiff. Suppressing the intense nausea, I pushed him away. "I'm fine. Just tired."

Torin didn't notice anything amiss. He glanced at his watch and said, "Right, tomorrow is the eighth—time for the monthly border dungeon inspection. I'll take Kioran along. You're fragile, so stay home and rest."

For eight whole years, his script hadn't changed by a single word!

"I'm going to take a shower," Torin patted my face, then turned and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of running water soon echoed.

I walked step by step over to the bedside table and picked up Torin's phone.

The screen lit up, revealing an unread text message pinned at the very top.

From: 【Marwen】

【Torin, everything is ready for tomorrow. I bought your favorite dry-aged steak. Zoraya keeps asking when her Daddy and big brother will come over. Daughter and I are waiting for you.】

Every single word felt like a dull blade plunging straight into my heart, hacking it into pieces.

The bathroom door opened.

Torin stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair. Seeing me standing by the table, a gentle smile curved his lips:

"Sylva, why aren't you asleep yet? Remember what I said—tomorrow I'm taking Kioran to handle dungeon affairs. We'll be back in two or three days. Take care of yourself."

His eyes were filled with manufactured devotion.

I slowly turned around, placing his phone back where it was behind my back.

My tears had dried completely, leaving only an abyssal coldness in my eyes.

I stared dead into the eyes of the man I had loved for eight years, my voice terrifyingly calm:

"Torin, the dungeon you take our son to every month... is it really just to handle business?"