Forsaken by the Alpha, Chosen by Fate

I woke up before dawn to slice strawberries for my husband, Gabe, excited to finally tell him I was pregnant. As a "Wolfless" Omega, I had always been looked down upon, but I thought this baby proved I wasn't broken.

But Gabe didn't come home alone. He walked in with Harper, a woman wearing the silk robe he had bought for me, reeking of his scent.

He didn't kiss me. He didn't ask how I was. Instead, he sat her in my chair.

"Make more pancakes," he ordered. "Harper is hungry."

When I refused, demanding he explain why another woman was wearing my clothes, he didn't apologize. He used the Alpha Command.

The pressure slammed me to the floor, crushing my bones and threatening the life inside my womb. I had to crawl out of the room while they laughed.

My adoptive parents didn't save me; they sold me out for a council seat and a diamond necklace.

Then came the public execution of my heart. At the Ascension Ceremony, Gabe took the microphone and rejected me in front of the entire Pack to make Harper his Luna.

But they didn't just kick me out. They dragged me to a dirty, back-alley clinic. His mother ordered them to "remove the parasite" inside me.

I screamed as they strapped me down. But as the needle touched my skin, the steel door was ripped off its hinges.

The Alpha King stood in the debris, his eyes burning with golden rage as he looked at the necklace I wore.

"Who dares touch my daughter?" he roared.

I wasn't a defect. I was the lost White Wolf Princess. And the man standing behind the King wasn't just a guard—he was my true mate.