The Omega He Rejected Is The White Wolf Queen

My father, the Alpha Supreme, sealed my powers and sent me to the Turner Pack as a test. He wanted to see if my Fated Mate, Ignatz, would love the girl, not the Royal title.

Ignatz failed. For five years, I was his slave, the "No-Wolf" he kept around to clean up after his mistress.

When I discovered I was pregnant with his child, I thought he might finally show mercy. Instead, he looked at me with pure disgust.

"I will not have a weak, wolfless bastard tainting my bloodline," he roared.

"Get rid of it."

I begged. I screamed. But his mother and mistress watched with glee as the doctor scraped my womb clean, killing the only thing I had left.

Hours later, bleeding and hollowed out, I was dragged onto the floor of the pack's banquet hall. Ignatz stood on the stage, holding his mistress's hand.

"I, Ignatz Turner, reject you, Genevieve, as my mate," he announced, treating me like garbage to be discarded.

He thought he was breaking a weak human. He didn't realize he was unlocking a monster.

The pain of the rejection didn't kill me; it shattered the seal on my powers. The scent of ozone and Royal Lilies exploded through the room, bringing every wolf to their knees.

My bones cracked, reshuffling into the massive form of the legendary White Wolf.

As my father’s Royal Guards blew the doors off their hinges, I looked down at Ignatz, who was now trembling in the dirt.

"I accept your rejection," I growled.

Now, the hunt begins.

Chapter 1

Genevieve POV

The heavy stench of sex and musk clung to the stale air of the apartment. It was a choking miasma—a blend of cedar, which was Ignatz’s natural signature, and the cloying, overly sweet perfume that belonged to Evelyn. It coated the back of my throat like ash, tasting of betrayal.

I pushed myself up from the thin, lumpy mattress wedged in the corner of the kitchen, my body aching from the hard floor. The Turner Pack didn’t waste proper beds on "No-Wolves," even if that No-Wolf was the Alpha’s Mate.

*Be calm,* I told my inner wolf. She was pacing inside my chest, a restless shadow scratching at the cage of my ribs. She wanted to rip the throat out of the woman sleeping in the master bedroom. She wanted to howl and force the Shift that I had been suppressing for five long years.

"Not yet," I whispered, my voice raspy with disuse. "Father said we must wait. We must be sure."

My father, Arlington Foley, the Alpha Supreme, had sent me here with a sealed scent and suppressed powers. It was a test. A cruel, agonizing test to see if my Fated Mate, Ignatz Turner, would love the girl, not the title or the White Wolf bloodline.

I hadn't failed. He had.

I stood up, my knees cracking in protest, and began the morning routine. Eggs, bacon, toast. The smell of grease made my