His Rejected Omega, The Cruel Alpha King's Mate

Chapter 6 She's gone!

Word Count: 719 | Released on: 23/03/2026

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le felt like a physical blow, but the Terminal Soul Wither had already h

ere?" she sneered, looking me up and down. "A pathetic Omega who can't even keep her own Fated Mate. Where were you when

ierce warrior, a glory meant to stand beside an Alpha. And you? You ar

an impassive mask of stone. The last flickering ember

my mother's portrait and gently set down

through the grand foyer. "Not Thorne. My future, for better o

my heel and

into the night air. "The useless bitch is finally gone." A pause. "Since she's a dead end, you're up,

ok thrilled by the prospect of an Alpha; instead, her eye

ut, severing myself fro

t the last of my meager savings, but it was mine. I pulled out my phone, blocking Talia and deleti

signer clothes or the jewelry Damien had bought for his 'trophy'. I only took my m

e gilded cage. It was as cold and empty as my mar

ien

e darkness irritated me. There was no soft light glowing

delicate blend of rain-washed lilies and winter fro

me. It was the lunar phase, the scheduled night I was suppos

he master bedro

he small, pathetic corner she occupied was en

nt insubordination at the office today. Throwing a tantrum? Running a

confines of my mind, his roar vibrating with pure, unadulterat

The Mate-bond was making him irrational. I interpreted the sudden tigh

ty room. "She'll come crawling back when

of lilies and walked out, having more

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His Rejected Omega, The Cruel Alpha King's Mate

Yi Shi Werewolf

“I am the Fated Mate of Alpha Damien Blackwood, but because I was born a wolfless Omega, I was kept as his dirty little secret. The constant rejection from my mate was literally killing me. The Pack Healer handed me my death sentence: Terminal Soul Wither. My life was ticking down to its final months. While I sat in the dark, dying and gasping for air, Damien threw a twenty-million-dollar fireworks festival for his chosen future Luna, Isabelle. When he finally came home, reeking of her perfume, he only looked at me with eyes as cold as winter ice. "It's your ovulation window. Let's get this over with." He only wanted to use me to breed a powerful heir. He threatened to exile my only remaining family if I didn't comply, and even ordered me to draft a legal petition to invalidate my own existence so Isabelle could take my place. Even my adopted brother Jax, whom I suffered for years to protect, publicly threw me to the dirt just to ally with a powerful Pack. I sacrificed my brilliant future as a top strategist to marry Damien, enduring three years of abuse and isolation. Why did I have to rot away in agony while they celebrated my replacement on glossy magazines? I wouldn't let them watch me die in their golden cage. I signed the ancient Rejection petition, dropped the manor keys, and walked out into the freezing night. This time, I chose to sever the bond myself.”