Rejected Omega Finds Love

The canvas felt heavy in my hands as I climbed the spiral staircase to Ryan's study. Seven years of love captured in brushstrokes – our first meeting by the silver lake, the moment our eyes locked and our wolves recognized each other. I'd spent weeks perfecting it, stealing hours between pack duties to create something worthy of our marking ceremony tomorrow.

My heart fluttered with anticipation. After seven years, I would finally become his Luna in more than just name. The bond would be complete, sealed with his mark upon my neck. No more whispers behind my back about the unmarked Omega playing at being Luna.

"You're being ridiculous," I whispered to my wolf, Emma, who paced anxiously within me. She'd been restless all day, whimpering and scratching at my consciousness.

*Something's wrong. We shouldn't be here.*

"It's just nerves," I assured her, adjusting the silk wrapping around the painting. Ryan had been distant lately, consumed with pack business, but tomorrow would change everything.

As I approached his study door, the sound of laughter stopped me cold – Ryan's voice, slurred with alcohol, and Liam's sycophantic chuckle echoing behind it.

"Seven years, Liam. Seven fucking years with an Omega warming my bed." Ryan's voice carried through the heavy oak door. "My father would roll in his grave if he knew I was even considering marking her officially."

My fingers went numb around the canvas frame.

"The council has concerns, Alpha," Liam replied, his tone deferential yet goading. "An Omega Luna hasn't led a powerful pack in generations. It would weaken our standing."

"You think I don't know that?" Ryan snapped. "Madison is the better choice. Strong bloodline, Delta rank, connections to the Northern Territories. She understands what it means to stand beside an Alpha."

"And Sophia?" Liam asked, a smirk evident in his voice.

A pause. The sound of liquid pouring into a glass.

"Sophia is...convenient. The mate bond makes her eager to please. But marking her would be political suicide. An Alpha needs a Luna who elevates his status, not one who paints pretty pictures and apologizes for existing."

The painting slipped from my grasp, hitting the floor with a crash that seemed to echo through my very soul. Canvas tore, the frame splintering like the illusion I'd been living in.

Silence fell inside the study. I didn't wait to hear more. My legs carried me away, vision blurred with tears I refused to shed in the hallway where any pack member might see.

*We knew*, Emma howled within me. *We always knew he was ashamed of us.*

Seven years. Seven years of shrinking myself to fit into the space he allowed me. Seven years of believing that someday I would be enough.

Back in our quarters – no, *his* quarters – I moved like a ghost, pulling out the worn leather suitcase from beneath the bed. My hands trembled as I folded the few clothes that were truly mine, not gifts he'd selected to make me look "more