The Rejected Omega

On our one-year anniversary, I waited in red silk, praying my Alpha, Alex, would finally mark me as his Luna.

Instead, a notification popped up on his tablet: "The Omega Prank."

I tapped it and watched a livestream of him draping the Moonstone Necklace around another woman's neck, laughing that I smelled like desperation.

It turned out the last year of my life was just a bet. A game to entertain the bored elites.

But the humiliation didn't stop at the truth.

Alex forced me to wear a diamond collar at the Charity Gala, parading me as "The Alpha's Pet" while the pack laughed.

When his grandmother ordered me beaten with a cane for a painting his mistress ruined, Alex didn't stop them.

He just poured a drink and looked away while the wood cracked against my spine.

I didn't scream. I just watched him check his phone, indifferent to my blood.

He thought he could exile me to a winter cabin to keep his "embarrassment" hidden.

He didn't know I had already initiated the Ghost Protocol.

I staged a bloody scene at the cliff's edge, making it look like a rogue attack.

Standing over the freezing black water, I looked back one last time and severed the bond.

"I reject you, Alex Bradley."

Then I jumped, leaving him with nothing but a fake suicide scene and a regret that would come too late.

Chapter 1

Jillian POV:

The penthouse smelled like rosemary, seared steak, and my own desperation. Tonight was our one-year anniversary. One year since Alex Bradley, Alpha of the Obsidian Pack, took me—a wolf-less orphan from Silver Lake—into his bed.

I smoothed the red silk over my hips. His favorite color. I'd spent all day prepping, praying that tonight he'd finally announce me as his Luna. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes. I felt the pull the second we met—that magnetic tether in my chest.

But Alex was late. Again.

I walked to the sofa to move his tablet to the study. The screen lit up. A notification from a group chat: "The Omega Prank."

My stomach dropped. I tapped the icon.

Charlotte (Beta): Still playing house with the stray? It's been a year, Alex. You won the bet. Pay up.

Warrior Mark: Come on, Alpha. You proved the trash thinks she's royalty. End it.

Alex (Alpha): Patience. I'm picking up the necklace for Charlotte now. The little Omega actually thinks I'm going to Mark her tonight. It's pathetic.