The Unwanted Omega: The Alpha's Late Regret
For five years, I was a ghost in the Spencer Pack, a placeholder wife for an Alpha who couldn't stand the sight of me. I endured the neglect, believing my loyalty would eventually win him over.
But at the Moon Ball, when his mistress mocked my disabled mother and I finally stood up for myself, Easton didn't defend me. Instead, he used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees in front of the entire pack.
"Submit," he growled, stripping away my dignity.
The humiliation didn't end there. He forced me to chauffeur him and his mistress to their romantic getaway. He watched silently as they fed me raw meat like a feral dog. And when his mistress framed me for stealing the Luna necklace, he didn't check the cameras. He looked at me with pure disgust and threw me into the silver cells.
He didn't know I was the "Ghost Designer" behind his company's massive success. He didn't know I had lost our child alone on the bathroom floor three years ago while he was on vacation with her. He only saw a wolfless Omega he could use and discard.
Standing in that cold cell, the love I held for him finally turned to ash. I realized I wasn't waiting for him to love me; I was waiting for permission to leave.
I looked at the man who promised to protect me and spoke the words that would destroy him.
"I, Brooke Rollins, reject you, Easton Spencer."
As he clutched his chest in agony, the bond snapping like a whip, I walked out of the cell and into the arms of the rival Alpha who saw my true worth.
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Chapter 3
Brooke POV:
The silence gave me space to remember.
I thought of my mother. A former warrior, crushed by the Spencer mines. Silver Poisoning-a slow, necrotic rot.
That was why I married Easton. A life for a life.
I remembered high school. Kelly and her friends cornering me in the locker room. Throwing dried Wolfsbane into the vents.
I was choking, dying. Then the door burst open.
Easton Spencer. He carried me out. Pine and rain.
Mate.
But he had just set me down and said, "Be more careful, Rollins."
I clung to that memory. A fool's hope.
Then came the wedding. A political union. Kelly ran away, leaving the Spencers needing a bride. I volunteered for the medical bills.
"This is a business arrangement," he had said. "Do not expect affection. Do not expect a Marking."
I pulled into the villa driveway. Dark. Empty.
I walked past the master bedroom to the guest room. My room.
Six months ago, I overheard Easton talking to his Beta.
"Why don't you mark her?"
"She's a miner's daughter, Mark. An Omega. Her blood is weak. She's just a warm body. She isn't fit to carry my heir. "
My hand drifted to my stomach. A phantom cramp twisted my gut. He didn't know. He didn't know about the winter solstice three years ago. The blood. The tiny life that flickered out because my body was too weak from stress and neglect. I never told him. Why would I? He barely looked at me.
I grabbed a suitcase.
I didn't pack the designer clothes. I packed my worn jeans, sketchbooks, and the wooden wolf carving my father made before his 'accident.' A car crash on a straight road. The brakes failed. The police called it bad luck. I always called it suspicious.
I looked in the mirror. My neck was smooth. No bite mark.
"Thank the Goddess," I whispered.
If he had marked me, leaving would kill me. But an unmarked bond? It would just feel like tearing a muscle.
I zipped the suitcase. The sound was a gavel strike.
But first, one last thing.
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I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
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This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
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Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike.
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He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust.
The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage.
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The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon.
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When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her.
Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster?
As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws.
"I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos.
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To escape her, I bolted into a pitch-black guest suite, only to be grabbed by a man who felt like a wall of solid muscle. He was drugged, unstable, and pinned me against the wall, his teeth sinking into my neck in a primal claim that left a permanent mark.
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My brother Julian was even worse, intentionally pouring scalding coffee over my bandaged wounds just to see me flinch. They forced me into a revealing gold dress, treating me like a high-priced commodity to be sold to the highest bidder to save their failing company.
I didn't understand how the people who were supposed to love me could be more predatory than the monster in the dark. I had spent my life fixing their scandals, yet they were ready to throw me to the wolves the moment I became useful as a pawn.
But when I stood before Delos French at his gala, he didn't see a trophy. He recognized my scent, my touch, and the fire in my eyes. He trapped me in his private lounge, kneeling to clean the blood from my injured feet.
"Marry me," he whispered, his voice a low, terrifying growl. "And I will give you the power to burn your family to the ground."
I looked into the eyes of the man who had hunted me and realized he was the only one offering me a weapon to destroy the people who had broken me.
"Okay," I whispered.
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