After My Alpha Left Me, I Became a White Wolf

I stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, my hands trembling so badly I nearly dropped it into the chipped sink of the Omega quarters. Three years. Three years of stolen moments in Sebastian's office after midnight, of whispered promises in the dark, of believing that love could somehow bridge the gap between an Alpha heir and a wolfless Omega like me.

Now I had proof that our connection was real. Undeniable.

I pressed my palm against my still-flat stomach, a nervous smile tugging at my lips. This changed everything. Sebastian would have to acknowledge me now. He'd defy his father, Marcus Stone, and claim me as his true mate. We'd finally stop hiding.

I pulled on my best dress—a simple navy blue thing I'd saved two months of kitchen wages to buy—and tried to tame my dark hair into something presentable. The mirror showed me what I always saw: plain features, tired eyes, the look of someone who scrubbed floors and served meals to wolves who barely noticed I existed.

But tonight would be different.

The grand ballroom blazed with light when I slipped through the servant's entrance. Crystal chandeliers cast golden shadows across hundreds of pack members dressed in their finest. I pressed myself against the back wall, searching for Sebastian's face in the crowd.

There. On the raised platform at the front, looking every inch the Alpha he was born to be. My heart stuttered. Even from here, I could see the sharp line of his jaw, the confident set of his shoulders. In a few minutes, he'd accept the Alpha title from his father, and then—

"It is my honor," Sebastian's voice rang out, commanding instant silence, "to announce not only my acceptance of the Alpha title, but also a union that will reshape the future of the West Coast packs."

My breath caught. He was going to announce us. Finally.

"Arielle Tucker, daughter of Alpha Tucker, has agreed to become my mate. Together, the Silverclaw and Tucker territories will merge, creating the ultimate superpower pack."

The world tilted.

I watched, frozen, as a stunning blonde woman glided onto the stage. She wore a dress that probably cost more than I'd earn in a year, diamonds glittering at her throat. Sebastian pulled her close, and the crowd erupted in cheers as he kissed her.

The perfect couple. The perfect alliance.

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. My hand found the wall behind me, the only thing keeping me upright as applause thundered through the ballroom.

Somehow, I made it to his private study. Muscle memory from all those secret nights guided my feet up the back stairs, down the hallway where no Omega should ever walk. I didn't knock. Just pushed open the heavy oak door.

Sebastian stood by the window, still in his ceremonial robes. He turned, and something flickered across his face—surprise, maybe guilt—before his expression hardened.

Then the scent hit me. Rain and wildflowers, so intense it made my knees weak.