Pregnant And Rejected: The Omega He Cast Aside

My hands trembled as I smoothed my dress, waiting for Alpha Arthur to return. He had survived the transplant. I thought our Fated bond would finally be sealed.

But when the heavy doors swung open, the warmth I expected was gone.

Arthur walked in clutching another woman, Diana. He looked at me like I was a stain on the rug.

"The Moon Goddess played a trick," he sneered, his eyes glazed with a chemical devotion. "My donor's blood chooses her. The blood bond overrides some archaic fate."

He didn't just reject me; he made me a servant in my own home. When Diana framed me for breaking a ring, Arthur didn't hesitate. He ordered the Silver Whip.

"Arthur, please! I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach.

"Stop lying to save your skin," he spat.

He lashed me ten times with wolfsbane-dipped leather. I lay in the snow, feeling the warm blood of my miscarriage soak the ground, while he walked away to comfort his mistress.

He killed his own son for a lie.

That night, I signed my rejection in blood and vanished into the darkness.

Five months later, I returned. Not as a weak Omega, but as the legendary White Wolf, holding the hand of the most powerful Alpha in the region.

Arthur fell to his knees in the mud when he saw me, weeping. "I'll do anything. I'll give up the title."

I looked down at him coldly and handed him the whip.

"Ten lashes," I whispered. "For the baby you killed."

Chapter 1

Ella POV:

I stood before the mirror in the guest room, fingers trembling as I smoothed the white lace of my dress. Just Ella Farmer. The Omega who painted in corners while the big wolves ran New York.

But Arthur was coming home.

Alpha Arthur Mckay. The man who owned the city's skyline and, supposedly, my heart. He'd survived the marrow transplant. The Wolfsbane was gone. Tonight was the Marking Ceremony.

I touched my mother's moonstone necklace. My only anchor.

"He's here," a maid whispered, rushing past.

I bolted down the stairs, hitting the foyer just as the heavy doors swung open.

"Arthur!"

He stood there, broad-shouldered in a black suit. But the warmth I expected? Gone. His hazel eyes were glazed, predatory. And he was gripping another woman.

Petite, blonde, a dramatic bandage on her wrist. The air reeked of copper—fresh blood.

"Arthur?" I stepped forward. "The elders are waiting."

The woman whimpered, leaning into him. "Arthur, I feel dizzy."

Arthur's head snapped toward her, his expression twisting into a terrifying, chemical devotion. "I've got you, Diana."

He finally looked at me. It was like looking at a stain on the rug.

"Cancel the ceremony," Arthur barked. "Clear the East Wing. Diana needs rest."

"Cancel it?" My voice cracked. "But... we are Fated."

"The Moon Goddess played a trick!" Arthur snarled. "This is Diana Hess. Her fiancé, Gavin, was my donor. His blood is my blood now." He buried his nose in Diana's