Winning Back My Exiled Omega Wife And Genius Son

Chapter 5

Word Count: 677 | Released on: 17/09/2026

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al, surfing through the channels, when a newscaster's voice suddenly

the sentence, Theo aggressively jabb

ck. "Um... you don't

hout missing a beat. "That Corbet

rip tightening on the stee

inger at his own face. "Mom, I've seen h

ection was so painfully obvious that even

t the Alpha King from snatching you away back to his territory one da

at Alpha Solomon ever wants to claim me, he

o smart? The pressure of rais

d laughter. "Hahaha

losing that sharp edge. "You don't need

to look at him, my hands were actually trembling on

e seriousness. "I only want to stay by your side.

, a lump forming in my throat. "You li

ncle Ian taught me. He said if I coaxed you like t

ng out a deafening honk. That son of a bi

park. Ian took Theo's hand to go buy the tickets, leaving me standing alone

n the back of my neck stand up. A suffocating, all-too-familiar

a instincts screaming at m

d. Just as it passed behind me, I heard the sharp screech o

hantom pain throbbing in my chest where the rejection had pe

eel a pair of piercing, dominant eyes staring out at the exact spot I was standing. Panic surged through my

gh to confirm anything. A tense, agonizing moment later, the Maybach's engine

d been five years since Silvergate, five years since he shattered my soul.

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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."”