The Genius Omega's Secret: The White Wolf Bloodline

For ten years, I served as the Alpha’s hidden partner, using my research to make his pack rich, waiting for the day Ethan would finally Mark me.

Instead, I found him on the balcony, cradling another woman’s baby bump.

He announced Chloe as his Luna because she was carrying his "heir."

But I knew the truth. As the head researcher, I had seen Chloe’s medical files—she had a hysterectomy years ago. It was physically impossible for her to be pregnant.

I rushed to the banquet to warn Ethan that he was being deceived.

He didn't listen.

"Silence!" he roared, using the Alpha Command to force me to the ground until my knees shattered on the marble floor.

He branded me a traitor to protect his mistress.

But the cruelest twist wasn't his betrayal. It was the secret I carried in my own womb.

I was the one pregnant with his true heir.

While I lay broken in the dungeon, Ethan authorized a surgery to harvest my kidney to "save" Chloe’s failing health.

In doing so, he killed his own child to sustain a lie.

With the last of my strength, I looked at the stone ceiling and severed our bond.

"I, Ava Miller, reject you, Ethan Reed."

He thought I died in that cell.

He was wrong.

I returned a year later, not as a servant, but as the Luna of the most powerful rival pack.

And when Ethan saw me on the global stage, holding another Alpha's hand, he fell to his knees and screamed my name.

Chapter 1

Ava POV

The overhead fluorescent lights of the laboratory hummed, a consistent, electric drone that usually acted as white noise to sharpen my focus.

Tonight, however, it felt like a trepanation drill boring directly into my skull.

I stared into the microscope, my eyes burning grit and fatigue. I had been stationed here for thirty-six hours straight.

The Moonstone Pack needed this gene therapy. Our warriors were suffering from degrading vitality, and as the head researcher—and the Alpha’s hidden partner—it was my burden to fix it.

*Ava, are the results ready? I need them for the board meeting tomorrow morning. Don't disappoint me.*

The voice echoed in my head, frigid and demanding. It was Ethan.

*Mind-Link.* The telepathic bond shared by pack members. Usually, it is a source of comfort, a communal hum. With Ethan, it was a leash.

*I’m working on it, Alpha,* I replied, carefully keeping my mental tone pliant and submissive. *It will be done.*

*Good. Stay there until it is finished.*

The connection clicked shut. No "thank you." No "how are you." Just an order.

My Inner Wolf, a creature usually dormant due to the heavy suppressants I took, gave a whimper of bone-deep exhaustion.

*He is our Mate,* she whispered weakly, curling into a ball in the back of my mind. *We should please him.*

"He doesn't treat us like a Mate," I muttered to the empty room, adjusting the fine focus knob.

My computer