The Defective Omega Is The White Wolf Queen

After five years of being sneered at as the "defective" Omega, I finally held the plastic stick with two pink lines. I thought this pup would finally make my mate, Alpha David, love me.

But when I rushed to his office to surprise him, I heard him laughing with his Beta.

"Sarah is just a pet," David's voice rumbled. "I'm micro-dosing her with Wolfsbane to ensure she stays barren. Rebecca is the only Luna I need."

My world shattered. I tried to run to protect my baby, but they hunted me down. Rebecca, his cruel mistress, framed me for attacking her, and David looked at me with pure disgust.

He dragged me to an underground fight ring. Rebecca whispered in his ear, claiming my unborn child was a rogue's bastard.

David didn't even hesitate. Blinded by arrogance, he kicked me brutally in the stomach, determined to kill the "abomination."

"David, please! It's your son!" I screamed, blood soaking my thighs.

He didn't listen. He crushed our child—his own heir—under his boot.

Only after I severed our mate bond and vanished did the DNA test reveal the truth: The baby wasn't a rogue. He was a rare Alpha Prime.

David went mad with grief, but I was already gone.

Three years later, the doors to the Grand Summit opened. I walked in, not as the weak Omega he discarded, but as the legendary White Wolf Queen.

David fell to his knees, weeping and begging for a second chance.

I looked down at the broken man.

"You killed your son," I whispered, my aura crushing him into the floor. "Now, live with the ghost."

Chapter 1

Sarah POV:

Two pink lines.

I stared at the plastic stick. The overhead bulb buzzed and flickered, casting twitchy shadows against the tile, but nothing could dim the sudden, terrifying clarity of this moment.

I placed a hand on my flat stomach. My wolf, usually a ghost in my mind, stirred. A faint flutter, like a moth against glass.

"We did it," I whispered to the empty room. "A pup."

For five years, the pack healers called me defective. They said my Omega blood was too thin, my wolf too comatose to carry an Alpha's legacy. They looked at me with pity; the pack looked at me with bored disdain.

But now, I held the proof.

I was pregnant with David's child. David, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. My mate.

A smile stretched across my face, tight and unfamiliar. This would change everything. David's distant, guarded affection would finally ignite into pride. The pack would have to respect me. I would finally be a true Luna, not just the charity case the Alpha kept around.

I wrapped the pregnancy test in a small velvet box I had saved. I grabbed my coat and bolted. The autumn air was crisp, smelling of wet earth and pine, but I barely felt the cold.

I drove to the pack house, the heart of our territory. It was a