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The Alpha's Rejected Omega is the Hidden White Wolf

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 785    |    Released on: 21/10/2026

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and tucked her into bed in her temperature-controlled bedroom. Just as I walked into th

e study door open, bringing in the chill of the rain and the smell of alcohol-

nded, yanking his tie loose as he glared at me. "Do you have

desk, closed my tablet, an

red you were too busy celebrating the alliance

ed both hands on the desk,

f in the Pack," Carlo said in a lecturing tone. "Handing the management of M

territory's top neural repair laboratory to a plagiarist who c

m down on the desk so hard that a fountain pen

clenched tight. "Dallas led a major research team

fraud, I leaned back against my cha

r talents, I won't argue. W

fit or begging him to reconsider. Thinking his Alpha authority had

to me like his subordinate. "Be at the company at nine o'clock the day aft

ering my eyelids to hid

ay, Carlo glanced at his luxury wr

to at headquarters. I won'

oor and looked bac

a toy for Gael and apologize to him. Once you

exhausted by his delusions,

de downstairs. A moment later, the roar of his

I unlocked the bottom drawer of my de

d with a golden wolf crest-the formal contrac

in special blood-reactive i

, unyielding words across the page. "I, Aramint

use only a marked, completed mate-bond triggers the full backlash of a Rejection, a sharp

sided. Once this document was stamped by the Pack Administration H

n unmarked black envelope, and tucked

wood scent out of the room. Above the estate lawn, a bright full moon broke through the dark cloud

o take Eulalie to the medical center tomorrow m

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“For five years, I hid my supreme White Wolf bloodline to play the submissive Omega wife, building a medical empire for my Alpha husband, Carlo. But at the Pack Elder's funeral, he publicly flaunted his first love, Dallas, and stood by as her spoiled son threw boiling cocoa at our five-year-old autistic daughter. When I blocked the scalding liquid with my arm, Carlo didn't even glance at my blistered skin. Instead, he unleashed his crushing Alpha Command to force me to my knees in front of the entire hall. "Apologize to Dallas right now, Araminta!" Carlo roared, accusing me of being insanely jealous. He then announced he was handing over the top-tier neural lab I had spent five grueling years building to Dallas as a welcome gift. The entire Pack laughed at me and my "defective" child, treating us like garbage about to be thrown out. Looking at the mated husband who chose an outsider over his own terrified biological daughter, the illusion shattered. I felt no grief, only pure disgust. Did he really think an ancient White Wolf would just roll over and let a fraud steal her territory? I calmly signed the handover papers, secretly leaving them a hollowed-out system that would crash into scrap metal within a week. Touching the signed mate-rejection contract hidden in my coat, I walked out of the Pack headquarters for good. It was time to sever this rotten bond and begin my hunt.”