Not Just an Incubator: The Omega's Revenge

I thought I was the luckiest Omega in the world when the Alpha of the New Moon Pack chose me.

I was pregnant with his heir, sleeping in his bed, believing the warmth I felt was love.

But then I found the medical report hidden in his desk.

"Subject: Scent Modulator. Dosage: High."

It wasn't a fated bond. It was a drug. He was chemically forcing me to love him.

My best friend dragged me to a restaurant window, and I watched him kiss my cousin, Olivia.

Through the glass, I heard the words that shattered my soul.

"Just a few more months," Ethan told her, caressing her hand. "Once the incubator drops the brat, we'll dispose of her. Then we raise the heir as ours."

I was never his Luna. I was livestock. A walking womb chosen for my bloodline compatibility because his mistress was barren.

My father had tried to warn me with his dying breath, but I had been too blinded by the synthetic scent to listen.

Grief threatened to kill me, but the White Wolf inside me woke up screaming for vengeance.

I went back to the house. I didn't pack a bag. I went straight to the kitchen and brewed a tea of Wolfsbane and Mugwort.

I drank it all, weeping as I felt the bond to the baby snap.

Then, I walked into our bedroom, left the divorce papers on his pillow, and whispered into the mind-link:

"I, Ava Miller, reject you, Ethan Cole, as my mate."

As he screamed in my head, I blocked him and walked into the rain.

He thought he broke a weak Omega. He didn't know he had just unleashed a White Wolf.

Chapter 1

Ava POV

The first thing I felt was the warmth.

It wasn't just the morning sun bleeding through the silk curtains of the master bedroom. It was the heat radiating from the man sleeping beside me.

Ethan. My Alpha.

I lay perfectly still, afraid that even the sound of my breathing might disturb the stillness. He looked like a fallen god against the pristine white pillows. His jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, his eyelashes dark against his high cheekbones.

Being an Omega from a declining family, waking up in the arms of the Alpha of the New Moon Pack still felt like a hallucination. I silently thanked the Moon Goddess for this blessing.

I slid out of bed, my feet sinking into the plush carpet that cost more than my father’s entire bookstore. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline gleamed in the pale dawn light. This was his empire. And somehow, I was the queen.

"Ava?"

His voice was a low rumble, thick with sleep. It sent a shiver down my spine—the kind that made my knees weak. This was the Alpha's Command, even when he didn't mean to use it. It demanded absolute attention.

"I'm here, Ethan," I whispered, turning back. "I was just going to make coffee."

He smiled,