The Unwanted Omega's Hidden Royal Blood

For six years, I was the secret Omega mate of Jackson, the future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack.

He kept me hidden in the slums, terrified my low status would ruin his flawless reputation.

During the full moon festival, I fell into a Rogue's brutal trap.

Instead of saving me, my Fated Mate hesitated at the edge of the ravine, turned his back, and walked away to flirt with a high-ranking Beta female.

Because of his choice, I lay screaming in the cold mud, and our unborn pup died before it ever truly lived.

When I woke up in the hospital, he didn't apologize.

"Everyone was watching. I cannot risk my standing by diving into a ditch for a clumsy Omega."

He gladly accepted my mate rejection, mocking that I would never survive in this world without him.

A month later, after digging through my medical records, he finally discovered I had been pregnant.

He cornered me on the street, demanding I return to the pack to protect his royal heir.

I slapped the fetal demise consent form against his chest, watching his arrogant certainty shatter into pieces.

He murdered his own child for his vanity, yet he still believed he could command me to come back.

But I was no longer the pathetic Omega he had discarded.

My hidden royal White Wolf blood had awakened, and Dominic, the most powerful Alpha in North America, had just claimed me as his Second Chance Mate.

This time, I would watch Jackson rot in the dirt.

Chapter 1

Chloe POV:

I sat alone on the narrow cot in the Omega dormitory. The air in this low quarter carried damp earth and the acrid tang of lye solvents.

Among our kind, the hierarchy was a ruthless machine. Omegas were the unseen cogs.

My fingers traced the ache in my ankle—a ghost of the Rogue's trap that had snapped shut a month ago. The flesh had mended. But the memory of Jackson's silhouette in the hospital doorway—his lip curled in a sneer at my weakness—remained a dense, unmoving weight behind my ribs.

My adoptive mother entered, her purely human scent a thin veil over the musk of wolf. She began to chatter, her voice striking the quiet air like a hammer on cheap metal.

"Did you see him today? Flawless," she praised Jackson, the future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. She sighed theatrically, her gaze sweeping over me with undisguised disappointment. "With your Omega blood, you'll be lucky to scrub floors for a decent Beta. Don't even dream of someone like the future Alpha."

I kept my features placid, hiding the caustic truth: Jackson and I were Fated Mates. A bond supposedly forged by the Moon Goddess herself. Yet for six years, he had treated it as a shameful secret.

A sharp, imperious knock cut through. The Former Luna swept in. Her presence here, in the Omega quarter, was an impossibility. She held her chin aloft, her eyes cataloging our meager possessions.

"Have you caught Jackson's scent on the wind? Any knowledge of his whereabouts?"

I lowered my gaze. "Our stations are worlds apart, Luna. I have no occasion to cross his path."

The lie came easily, concealing the raw hollow where our mate bond had been violently severed a month ago.

A smile of pure arrogance bloomed across her face. "I visited Jackson's private estate recently. I caught a very specific scent." The unmistakable scent of a pregnant wolf marking her mate's den. "I'll be welcoming a noble Alpha grandson very soon."

The air thinned in my lungs. That scent she described was my own—an echo of me left in his linens.

"Because Jackson already has an heir on the way," she laughed cruelly, "I just canceled a marriage proposal."

The doorbell shrilled. My mother's shoe connected with my shin. "Get the door, useless girl."

I dragged myself to the door. Jackson stood outside, looking down at his phone, smiling brightly. On his screen was Michelle, a high-ranking Beta female known for her beauty and combat skills.

He looked up. The light in his expression was extinguished the instant his eyes met mine. He did not move, but the air thickened. His gaze dropped to the worn floorboards, his nostrils flaring with faint disgust.

"I'm only here to pick up my mother. I'd never willingly step foot in a filthy Omega dorm."

I turned my back on him.

But his hand shot out. His fingers closed around my wrist. Where a searing connection once lived, only a faint, phantom warmth remained—a cruel echo of the bond he had allowed to be severed.

*Something cold stirred deep in my chest. A flicker of power I did not recognize. It vanished as quickly as it came—but my wolf had felt it.