Winning Back My Exiled Omega Wife And Genius Son

Chapter 6

Word Count: 698 | Released on: 17/09/2026

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woman standing by the road. Her slender frame was bathed in the golden hour light, her long hair catching the evening wind as she stood against the shattered co

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They got into that car! Damn it, I was scared out of my mind when I looked closely. It took me a second to remember

track the license plate. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the

ure, unadulterated fury coursing through my veins, but

the nerve to secretly

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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."”