My Hidden Identity Was Exposed at a Classmates’ Reunion

Attending a high school reunion, I rode my motorcycle to the venue.

By the time I arrived at the Moon Valley Hotel, most of my former classmates were already there.

Everyone seemed to be doing well for themselves. The parking lot was filled with luxury cars belonging to high-ranking pack members. There was even a Rolls Royce that belonged to the son of an Alpha.

As I dismounted from my motorcycle, a former male classmate I barely remembered looked at me with disdain.

"Well, well, if it isn't our former class president. Still riding a basic bike like an omega, I see."

During dinner, everyone was fawning over the Alpha's son while completely ignoring me in the corner.

Only Derek, our former class monitor and now a beta, sat beside me with a sympathetic look.

"Don't worry about it. Even though you're still just an omega like your parents, I'm sure one day you'll rise up in the pack rankings."

I couldn't help but smirk, whispering under my breath:

"This isn't just any motorcycle. It's the Royal Guard's official vehicle."

1

I was ridiculed because I went to the classmate gathering on a motorcycle.

If Derek hadn't kept bombarding my phone with messages, I wouldn't have bothered showing up at this reunion at all.

He was particularly persistent this time, probably because it had been eight years since I left Blood Moon Pack without a word. As the former vice president who took over my position, he felt responsible for keeping the class together.

"Claire, please come. Everyone misses you," his last message read.

What a joke. Miss me? They were probably just curious about what happened to the omega class president who disappeared.

Out of respect for our old friendship, I had to reschedule an urgent war council meeting just to squeeze in an hour for this gathering. The Alpha King wasn't pleased, but he understood my need for cover while investigating in Blood Moon territory.

I glanced around the luxurious dining room. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the air was thick with expensive perfume and arrogance.

But I didn't expect the dinner conversation to be nothing but bragging and bootlicking. Not a single mention of our shared memories or genuine curiosity about each other's lives.

"My father just bought me another territory..."

"Well, I just mated with a beta..."

"You won't believe the influence I have in the pack now..."

Their voices grated on my nerves. I despised this atmosphere and stood up to leave.

Derek immediately reached out to stop me, his beta scent tinged with anxiety.

"Claire, please. I know it must be hard being an omega in the government service, but don't leave so soon. We're all proud that you're serving the pack."

If only they knew what kind of "service" I actually did.

Before I could respond, Jake, the same guy who had mocked my motorcycle earlier, shot me a contemptuous glance. His gamma status practically oozed from his pores.

"Yeah, yeah,