After My Alpha Abandoned Me for My Sister

The morning after Whitney's return, I found myself back in the Omega quarters—a stark contrast to the Alpha suite I'd occupied for three years. The small, sparsely furnished room felt even colder than I remembered.

I was arranging my few belongings when the door burst open. Whitney stood there, her perfect blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her ranked aura filling the tiny space.

"Still here, Kya?" she asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I thought you'd have learned your place by now."

I kept my eyes downcast, the way I'd been taught since childhood. "I'm just putting my things away."

"Good." She stepped closer, her artificial floral scent overwhelming my senses. "Because Austin wants to see us both in the main living area. Now."

I followed her through the corridors, keeping a safe distance behind. The pack members we passed averted their eyes from me—the fallen "fake Luna"—but nodded respectfully to Whitney.

When we entered the living area, Austin was standing by the window, his powerful frame silhouetted against the light. He turned as we entered, his eyes immediately finding Whitney.

"There you are," he said, his voice warm in a way it had never been with me—not even during our three years together.

"Alpha," Whitney purred, her scent intensifying as she approached him. "I've brought the Omega."

Austin's gaze flickered to me, cold and distant. "Kya. The floor needs cleaning. Now."

I stared at him in disbelief. The floor was spotless—I'd cleaned it myself just yesterday.

"But—" I began.

"Now." His Alpha tone brooked no argument.

Whitney's laugh tinkled like breaking glass as she deliberately tracked mud across the pristine floor. "Oops," she said with mock innocence.

I swallowed my pride and retrieved the cleaning supplies. As I knelt on the hard floor, scrubbing around their feet, Whitney made a show of draping herself across Austin's lap.

"You know," she said loudly enough for me to hear, "I've missed this so much. Being where I belong."

Austin stroked her hair, his eyes never leaving her face. "You should never have left."

I kept my head down, focusing on breathing through the pain of their words.

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Days later, I woke with a start, my stomach twisting in familiar agony. The cramps had begun again—sharp, stabbing pains that left me doubled over and weak.

Another fever. The third this week.

I dragged myself to the kitchen, hoping to find something bland to settle my stomach. Elena frowned with concern as I leaned against the counter.

"You don't look well, Kya," she said quietly. "Let me make you some broth."

I nodded gratefully, watching as she prepared a simple meal. "Thank you."

"It's nothing," she replied, glancing nervously toward the door. "Though you should be careful. Whitney's been spending a lot of time in the kitchens lately."

Something in her tone made me pause. "What do you mean?"

Elena hesitated, then leaned closer. "I've seen her... adding something to your food. I couldn't tell what it was."

My blood ran cold. Whitney knew about my sensitivity to wolfsbane—a weakness that ran in wolfless Omegas. Even small amounts could cause severe reactions.

"You're sure?" I whispered.

Elena nodded. "Be careful what you eat."

Too late. The broth was already making me feel worse.

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That evening, I served dinner to the pack members gathered in the main hall. My hands trembled as I placed plates before each ranked wolf, my vision blurring from fever.

"Look at her," a Delta sneered to his companion. "Pale as death and shaking like a leaf. Pathetic."

Laughter rippled through the lower ranks as I moved to the next table.

"Can't even hold a plate steady," another commented. "No wonder she's just an Omega."

I kept moving, one foot in front of the other, though each step felt like walking through quicksand.

Suddenly, a ferocious growl reverberated through the hall—so intense it made the glasses on the table rattle. Conversation died instantly.

Austin stood rigidly at the head table, his eyes flashing amber as his wolf forced its way to the surface.

"Enough," his wolf's voice rumbled, the sound barely human.

Whitney's hand flew to her throat. "Austin?"

But the growl wasn't directed at her. His wolf was staring directly at me, at the mocking Delta who had spoken loudest.

The pack froze in stunned silence.

Then Austin blinked, his human consciousness reasserting control. He cleared his throat, pushing his wolf back down.

"It's nothing," he said dismissively. "The Omega is obviously unwell. Her weakness is... disappointing."

Whitney pouted prettily. "She's ruining dinner with her sickly presence."

"Agreed," Austin replied, not even looking at me. "Kya, leave. You're making everyone uncomfortable."

I stood there for a moment longer, watching as Austin's wolf continued to struggle beneath the surface—fighting against his human arrogance, demanding respect for me.

But Austin won the battle, as he always did.

"Did you hear me?" he snapped. "Get out."

I turned and walked from the hall, my legs barely supporting me, wondering why Austin's wolf would defend me when he himself could not—or would not.