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The Defective Omega Is The White Wolf Queen

The Defective Omega Is The White Wolf Queen

After five years of being sneered at as the "defective" Omega, I finally held the plastic stick with two pink lines. I thought this pup would finally make my mate, Alpha David, love me. But when I rushed to his office to surprise him, I heard him laughing with his Beta. "Sarah is just a pet," David's voice rumbled. "I'm micro-dosing her with Wolfsbane to ensure she stays barren. Rebecca is the only Luna I need." My world shattered. I tried to run to protect my baby, but they hunted me down. Rebecca, his cruel mistress, framed me for attacking her, and David looked at me with pure disgust. He dragged me to an underground fight ring. Rebecca whispered in his ear, claiming my unborn child was a rogue's bastard. David didn't even hesitate. Blinded by arrogance, he kicked me brutally in the stomach, determined to kill the "abomination." "David, please! It's your son!" I screamed, blood soaking my thighs. He didn't listen. He crushed our child—his own heir—under his boot. Only after I severed our mate bond and vanished did the DNA test reveal the truth: The baby wasn't a rogue. He was a rare Alpha Prime. David went mad with grief, but I was already gone. Three years later, the doors to the Grand Summit opened. I walked in, not as the weak Omega he discarded, but as the legendary White Wolf Queen. David fell to his knees, weeping and begging for a second chance. I looked down at the broken man. "You killed your son," I whispered, my aura crushing him into the floor. "Now, live with the ghost."
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After five years of being sneered at as the "defective" Omega, I finally held the plastic stick with two pink lines. I thought this pup would finally make my mate, Alpha David, love me. But when I rushed to his office to surprise him, I heard him laughing with his Beta. "Sarah is just a pet," David's voice rumbled. "I'm micro-dosing her with Wolfsbane to ensure she stays barren. Rebecca is the only Luna I need." My world shattered. I tried to run to protect my baby, but they hunted me down. Rebecca, his cruel mistress, framed me for attacking her, and David looked at me with pure disgust. He dragged me to an underground fight ring. Rebecca whispered in his ear, claiming my unborn child was a rogue's bastard. David didn't even hesitate. Blinded by arrogance, he kicked me brutally in the stomach, determined to kill the "abomination." "David, please! It's your son!" I screamed, blood soaking my thighs. He didn't listen. He crushed our child—his own heir—under his boot. Only after I severed our mate bond and vanished did the DNA test reveal the truth: The baby wasn't a rogue. He was a rare Alpha Prime. David went mad with grief, but I was already gone. Three years later, the doors to the Grand Summit opened. I walked in, not as the weak Omega he discarded, but as the legendary White Wolf Queen. David fell to his knees, weeping and begging for a second chance. I looked down at the broken man. "You killed your son," I whispered, my aura crushing him into the floor. "Now, live with the ghost." Chapter 1 Sarah POV: Two pink lines. I stared at the plastic stick. The overhead bulb buzzed and flickered, casting twitchy shadows against the tile, but nothing could dim the sudden, terrifying clarity of this moment. I placed a hand on my flat stomach. My wolf, usually a ghost in my mind, stirred. A faint flutter, like a moth against glass. "We did it," I whispered to the empty room. "A pup." For five years, the pack healers called me defective. They said my Omega blood was too thin, my wolf too comatose to carry an Alpha's legacy. They looked at me with pity; the pack looked at me with bored disdain. But now, I held the proof. I was pregnant with David's child. David, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. My mate. A smile stretched across my face, tight and unfamiliar. This would change everything. David's distant, guarded affection would finally ignite into pride. The pack would have to respect me. I would finally be a true Luna, not just the charity case the Alpha kept around. I wrapped the pregnancy test in a small velvet box I had saved. I grabbed my coat and bolted. The autumn air was crisp, smelling of wet earth and pine, but I barely felt the cold. I drove to the pack house, the heart of our territory. It was a fortress of stone and glass where the elite lived. As I walked through the heavy oak doors, the warriors on guard gave me stiff nods. They didn't bow. They never bowed to me. "Is the Alpha in?" I asked the receptionist. "He is in a meeting with Beta Liam," she said, not looking up. "He said not to be disturbed." "It's urgent," I said, clutching the velvet box. "It's a surprise." I didn't wait. I took the stairs two at a time, my heart hammering against my ribs. I reached the double doors of his office. I was about to knock when I heard voices spilling through the wood. "You cannot keep doing this, David!" Liam's voice was jagged with frustration. "Living a double life will destroy the pack." I froze. My hand hovered inches from the wood. "Keep your voice down," David's voice rumbled back. It was low, dangerous. The Alpha tone that forced submission. "Sarah suspects nothing." My breath hitched. My name. "She's your mate, David," Liam argued, though his voice was quieter now. "She deserves to know that Rebecca is back. She deserves to know that you are parading Rebecca around the neighboring territories as your Luna." The world seemed to tilt. Rebecca? Rebecca was the daughter of a powerful Alpha from the north. The perfect specimen. Beautiful, lethal, high-born. Everyone had expected David to mate with her years ago. "Rebecca is the Luna this pack needs," David said. His voice was cold, devoid of the warmth he used when he whispered to me at night. "She has the pedigree. The power. Sarah... Sarah is sweet. But she's an Omega. A pet." A pet. The word struck me harder than a physical blow. I took a step back, my legs shaking. "She is your Fated Mate," Liam insisted. "The Moon Goddess paired you." "Did she?" David let out a cruel chuckle. "Or did I just use a mimicry charm to trick her senses? She has a dormant Healer bloodline, Liam. I needed that biological trait to stabilize my own aura. That's it. Utility." I covered my mouth to stop the scream rising in my throat. False. It was all false. The electricity? The pull? Smoke and mirrors. "So what is the plan?" Liam asked, sounding defeated. "You keep Sarah as a mistress while Rebecca rules as Luna?" "Rebecca and I have an agreement," David said. "She gets the title and the power. She needs my political influence. I get to keep Sarah. She's a manageable toy. Obedient. Quiet. And she warms my bed well enough." Tears streamed down my face, hot and stinging. "And if she gets pregnant?" Liam asked. "She won't," David said dismissively. "The doctor sees to that. She's just a vessel, Liam. Defective. She isn't fit to carry an Alpha's heir." The velvet box slipped from my numb fingers. It hit the carpeted floor with a soft thud, but to my heightened ears, it sounded like a gunshot. Silence fell inside the room. "What was that?" David snapped. I didn't wait. Panic, primal and electric, hot-wired my nervous system. I wasn't his mate. I was his lab rat. His toy. And I was carrying a child he despised. I turned and ran. I didn't care about the noise. I didn't care about dignity. I had to get away. I had to protect the life inside me from the monster I had loved.

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