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From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen

Jun Shangye

For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate. But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world. "Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly. "The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit." He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient." I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth. Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side. The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg. Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival.

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For three years, I was the unpaid maid, cook, and accountant for my boyfriend Kieran's family. His mother, Jeanie, never let me forget my place. "You're not legally family," she'd say, whenever I asked for basic respect.

Then I found the messages on his phone. He and Jeanie were arranging his engagement to Carolina Farley, a wealthy heiress. They called me a placeholder—someone who was just "around" until a better option came along.

Jeanie sat me down and told me it was time to leave, confident I had nowhere else to go.

She was wrong.

While they slept, I earned my CPA license. While they spent, I saved every dollar. While they dismissed me as "just the girlfriend," I bought my own condo.

When Kieran finally came crawling back, begging for another chance, I had one thing to say:

"I'm already married. To a man who didn't need three years to know my worth."

He thought I'd wait forever.

He thought wrong.

Chapter 1

Aubrey Delacruz

They said I wasn't family because there was no marriage license.

For three years, that phrase was a hammer, beating down my worth while I cooked their meals, cleaned their house, and managed their struggling finances. Jeanie Cash, Kieran's mother, wielded those words like a weapon. "You're not legally family, dear," she'd say, whenever I asked for a seat at the main table, a say in household decisions, or simply a shred of dignity.

Kieran, caught between his mother's demands and my quiet presence, chose the path of least resistance. Always. His younger brother, Collin, simply floated through life, enjoying the benefits of my labor without a thought.

They saw a doormat. I was building a door.

The aroma of my lemon-herb roasted chicken filled the Cash family kitchen. I had spent hours preparing Sunday dinner—roast chicken, creamy potato gratin, fresh arugula salad, and Jeanie's favorite lemon tart. I carried the heavy platter to the dining room.

The family was already seated. Jeanie at the head. Kieran to her right, scrolling through his phone. Collin sprawled in his chair, smirking at something on his screen.

No one offered to help.

I placed the platter down and stepped back, moving toward the kitchen nook—a cramped space next to the pantry where my own modest plate waited. This was my spot. Away from the main table. A silent declaration of my status.

"Aubrey, dear," Jeanie called, her voice sweet yet sharp. "There's no room here. Why don't you eat in the nook? It's cozier, isn't it?"

I nodded, my throat tight.

From the dining room, I heard Jeanie's voice drift toward me. "It's really too bad Aubrey doesn't have more family. She always seems so… alone."

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