Winning Back My Exiled Omega Wife And Genius Son

Chapter 4

Word Count: 690 | Released on: 17/09/2026

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joke that one day, I would b

rue. But that was also the year Felicity waltzed into

him, I was never a Luna; I was just a convenient cover,

ession. What did that mak

as supposed to claim and mark me-Corbett boarded a priv

pped in silence, waiting for a mate w

heavy curtains, the realization finally set i

litary path to understand that smashing your hea

of time, swallowed my pride, and kept waitin

years locked away in Silvergate. You ripped our mate bond to shreds and left my life in absolu

my chest where the phantom pain of his reject

s curse, ambushing me when my guard was down. Every single time

u have anoth

anded me a glass of warm milk, his demeanor far too calm fo

y too much of the world. It made my chest tighten wi

ft cheek. "Let Mom tell you a story

eyes fixed on mine. "But if you need to hear one,

n. My olde

it was Ian who risked his life to smuggle my pup out of t

ere," I murmured, finishing the milk and setting the empty glass on the nightstand. "Tomo

ession returned. He studied my face, as if trying to gauge t

of the Alpha King. But where Corbett's eyes were as cold an

st too gentle for this world. He was just a pup, yet his little wo

me. My past had stol

spark of childish joy lit up Theo's face. Smiling, I

h, letting his familiar, comforting sc

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Winning Back My Exiled Omega Wife And Genius Son

Adelheid Rufo Werewolf

“I was supposed to be the fated mate of the Alpha King, Corbett Solomon. But his heart belonged to another woman. When his pregnant lover was murdered, he didn't look for the real killer. He pointed the finger straight at me. He publicly rejected me and exiled my entire family. Worse, he sentenced me to five years in Silvergate, a prison lined with silver that poisons our kind. The shackles burned my flesh daily, melting my right hand into a grotesque claw and taking my little finger. In that dark, damp cell, I gave birth to his son, Theo. Five years later, we were finally free and hiding in a small coastal town, but he still found us. When he saw my mutilated hand and the pure hatred in his son's eyes, he actually looked horrified, as if he didn't know what his orders had done to me. I thought his guilt might buy us peace. I was wrong. The very next day, he sent his men to kidnap my five-year-old boy. He took the only thing I had left in this world. I was done running and trembling like a weak Omega. I put on my best black dress, walked straight into the marble lobby of his corporate headquarters, and stared down the receptionist. "Tell Corbett Solomon I'm here. Because he took something of mine, and I'm going to get it back."”