Escaping The Arrogant Alpha: The Pregnant White Wolf's Revenge

Anastasia Prince POV:

The heavy oak door slammed against the wall, the sharp crack shattering the quiet inside the drawing room.

Ginger looked up. For a split second, panic flickered in her honey-brown eyes, but she masked it almost instantly behind a practiced layer of innocence.

Leo jumped at the noise. For a heartbeat, his eyes darted toward me with a flicker of hesitant recognition—but Ginger's hand settled on his shoulder, and she held the limited-edition robotic mecha just within his reach, the toy he had been begging for all week. He was only five, and the prize was too bright to resist.

He shrank back against Ginger's silk skirt like a startled pup seeking shelter, his small fingers curling into the fabric.

That instinctive reaction hit my chest like a lead weight. For five years, I had held him through every fever, bandaged every scraped knee, and sung him to sleep every night. Yet here he was, cowering behind a woman he had barely met—not because he loved her, but because she had learned exactly which buttons to press on a child too young to know the difference between love and bribery.

"Leo, come here," I said, extending my hand toward him, fighting to keep my voice steady.

Leo peeked out from behind Ginger's arm, his lower lip trembling as he looked between the two of us without moving. His eyes kept darting to the toy in Ginger's hand, then back to my face.

"Anastasia, please don't frighten the child," Ginger said gently, emphasizing my name as she placed a protective hand over Leo's shoulder. She was dressed in an immaculate white designer dress, the faint tear-shaped beauty mark beneath her right eye giving her an air of delicate vulnerability.

"This is the Blackstone main estate, not a movie set," I said, stepping forward. "Save your acting for the cameras."

Ginger shrank back slightly, her eyes instantly welling with tears. "How can you be so cruel to me…"

"I'm taking my son home," I said, locking my gaze onto hers. "Give him to me."

Several Beta housemaids lingered near the open doorway, their eyes darting between us as they watched the drama unfold.

"Your son?" Ginger's voice suddenly lost its gentle cadence, rising into a sharp, mocking laugh.

She stood up, pulling Leo firmly behind her, her posture straightening with sudden malice. "Anastasia, have you lied to yourself for so long that you actually believe you're his mother?"

A cold dread coiled in my gut. "What are you talking about?"

"You're a defective, wolfless parasite who can't even carry pure Alpha blood," Ginger sneered, her voice carrying clearly into the hallway. "What right do you have to claim my flesh and blood?"

The words dropped like a bomb in the room. In the hallway, a maid let out a sharp gasp.

The air rushed out of my lungs. The room seemed to tilt beneath my feet.

"What did you just say?" My voice barely came out as a whisper.

Ginger smiled, a triumphant, venomous grin, and pulled Leo forward by his wrist. She brushed aside the golden curls at the base of his neck, exposing a small, pale-brown birthmark shaped like a crescent moon.

"Look at it," Ginger hissed. "He is my son. I carried him for nine months, and Andrew is his biological father."

My gaze locked onto that birthmark. I had kissed that exact spot thousands of times over the last five years, never once suspecting it was the physical proof of a monstrous lie.

"No…" I shook my head, my mind spinning. "Andrew told me… he was Duff Hale's orphan…"

"A dead Gamma's orphan was just a convenient story Andrew made up to protect me from pack politics while I built my career!" Ginger stepped closer, her voice dropping to a vicious whisper meant only for me. "You were never his wife. You were just the free, disposable nanny we used to keep our son safe until the time was right."

Five years of sleepless nights. Five years of bending my knee to pack elders. Five years of swallowing insults, believing I was raising the child of a fallen hero.

It was all a calculated fraud.

A white-hot wave of fury surged through my blood. My hand moved on pure instinct, rising to strike the smirk off her face.

Before my palm could connect, a pair of small hands grabbed my wrist with surprising force.

Leo planted his entire body in front of Ginger, glaring at me fiercely. "Don't touch my mommy. I'm not done playing with the toy yet."

My hand froze in midair.

The child I had once loved with every fiber of my being was now attacking me with his tiny sharp teeth, his eyes filled with pure hatred—all for a toy.

"Leo…" The name tore from my throat, broken and hoarse.

"Leave me alone!" Leo screamed, shoving my leg with all his strength. "If you don't let me play with the toy, I'll only want my real mommy and not you anymore!"

He lowered his head and went back to playing with the toy, completely absorbed. Ginger held him tight, looking at me from above his head, her face wearing a look of pure triumph.

I stumbled back two steps, my shoulder hitting the cold wood paneling of the wall.

Before I could breathe, a sharp, authoritative voice boomed from the doorway: "What is the meaning of this disgraceful display?"