Omega Rejected

I was the Alpha's Fated Mate, yet I lived in the mansion as an unpaid servant while he played house with his mistress.

For five years, Emilio refused to mark me, claiming my wolf was too weak to bear an heir.

But on the night of the Gala, everything shattered.

His mistress's son accused me of hitting him. Without asking for the truth, Emilio unleashed his Alpha power on me.

He slammed me into a buffet table to protect a lying child.

I lay in the broken glass, feeling the life inside me—the baby I hadn't told him about yet—slip away in a pool of blood.

Instead of helping me, Emilio stepped over my body to comfort his mistress.

"Clean this mess up," he barked at the guards, leaving me to die.

Heartbroken, I tricked him into signing divorce papers disguised as tax forms and prepared to leave.

But his mistress wasn't satisfied. She paid rogues with Emilio's own family silver to throw me off a cliff into the freezing river.

They thought the weak Omega would drown.

They were wrong.

The icy water didn't kill me; it awakened the Ancient White Wolf dormant in my blood.

Three years later, I returned not as a ghost, but as a Queen.

Emilio knelt in the snow, weeping and begging for another chance.

I looked down at him, my eyes glowing gold, and smiled cold.

"I reject you, Emilio Thomas."

Chapter 1

Elana POV:

The smell of burnt toast hung in the air, a bitter, carbonized scent that perfectly matched my mood.

I scraped the blackened crust off the bread into the sink. 7:00 AM sharp. If breakfast wasn't on the table when Emilio came down, the temperature in the kitchen would drop faster than a freezer door opening.

I was his mate. But inside these glass walls, I was an unpaid housekeeper with a title nobody respected.

My phone buzzed against the granite. Pack Internal Server. Priority: Red.

[Leo Thomas - Pup Baptism and Heir Confirmation Ceremony. Location: The Sanctuary. Time: Now.]

The plate slipped from my fingers. It shattered, ceramic shrapnel skittering across the tile like ice.

Leo. The child he had with Hayden.

"Board meeting," Emilio had said while adjusting his cufflinks this morning. "Quarterly earnings are down. Don't wait up."

I didn't bother with the broom. My wolf, usually a dormant, silent thing buried deep in my chest, clawed at my ribs. She let out a high, keening whine that vibrated in my teeth.

I grabbed my coat and ran.

The Sanctuary was an ancient stone chapel on the edge of the estate, a relic from before Moonstone became a corporate empire. I parked my beat-up sedan behind a phalanx of sleek black SUVs and slipped in through the service entrance.

The scent hit me first.