Pregnant And Rejected: The Omega He Cast Aside

My hands trembled as I smoothed my dress, waiting for Alpha Arthur to return. He had survived the transplant. I thought our Fated bond would finally be sealed.

But when the heavy doors swung open, the warmth I expected was gone.

Arthur walked in clutching another woman, Diana. He looked at me like I was a stain on the rug.

"The Moon Goddess played a trick," he sneered, his eyes glazed with a chemical devotion. "My donor's blood chooses her. The blood bond overrides some archaic fate."

He didn't just reject me; he made me a servant in my own home. When Diana framed me for breaking a ring, Arthur didn't hesitate. He ordered the Silver Whip.

"Arthur, please! I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach.

"Stop lying to save your skin," he spat.

He lashed me ten times with wolfsbane-dipped leather. I lay in the snow, feeling the warm blood of my miscarriage soak the ground, while he walked away to comfort his mistress.

He killed his own son for a lie.

That night, I signed my rejection in blood and vanished into the darkness.

Five months later, I returned. Not as a weak Omega, but as the legendary White Wolf, holding the hand of the most powerful Alpha in the region.

Arthur fell to his knees in the mud when he saw me, weeping. "I'll do anything. I'll give up the title."

I looked down at him coldly and handed him the whip.

"Ten lashes," I whispered. "For the baby you killed."

Chapter 1

Ella POV:

I stood before the mirror in the guest room, fingers trembling as I smoothed the white lace of my dress. Just Ella Farmer. The Omega who painted in corners while the big wolves ran New York.

But Arthur was coming home.

Alpha Arthur Mckay. The man who owned the city's skyline and, supposedly, my heart. He'd survived the marrow transplant. The Wolfsbane was gone. Tonight was the Marking Ceremony.

I touched my mother's moonstone necklace. My only anchor.

"He's here," a maid whispered, rushing past.

I bolted down the stairs, hitting the foyer just as the heavy doors swung open.

"Arthur!"

He stood there, broad-shouldered in a black suit. But the warmth I expected? Gone. His hazel eyes were glazed, predatory. And he was gripping another woman.

Petite, blonde, a dramatic bandage on her wrist. The air reeked of copper-fresh blood.

"Arthur?" I stepped forward. "The elders are waiting."

The woman whimpered, leaning into him. "Arthur, I feel dizzy."

Arthur's head snapped toward her, his expression twisting into a terrifying, chemical devotion. "I've got you, Diana."

He finally looked at me. It was like looking at a stain on the rug.

"Cancel the ceremony," Arthur barked. "Clear the East Wing. Diana needs rest."

"Cancel it?" My voice cracked. "But... we are Fated."

"The Moon Goddess played a trick!" Arthur snarled. "This is Diana Hess. Her fiancé, Gavin, was my donor. His blood is my blood now." He buried his nose in Diana's hair, inhaling deeply. "My wolf recognizes her. The blood bond overrides some archaic fate."

A blood bond? That was a bedside story for cheaters.

Diana looked at me. Blue eyes, sharp as glass. She saw the necklace.

"Oh, Arthur," she sighed, pointing a manicured finger. "That stone... it calls to me. It feels like... mine."

"It's my mother's," I said, hand flying to my throat.

Arthur stepped into my space. The Alpha Aura hit me-a physical weight that buckled my knees.

"Give it to her," Arthur commanded.

"No," I whispered. "Arthur, please. This is the blood talking."

"I said, give it to her!"

The Alpha's Command slammed into my brain stem. My muscles locked. I was a prisoner in my own skin.

Arthur marched up, his large hand grasping the silver chain.

Snap.

"Arthur..." I whimpered as the Command released me.

He draped it around Diana's neck. She preened.

"Beautiful," Arthur murmured, then cast a cold glance back at me. "An Omega has no need for such jewelry. You lack the Luna's mercy, Ella."

He walked up the stairs, carrying the impostor. I stood there, clutching my empty neck, feeling the golden thread between us fray until it was hanging by a single, desperate strand.

Ella POV:

I fed the portrait of Arthur to the fire. It was the only way to keep from screaming.

The Mate Bond is supposed to be a warm tether. Right now? It felt like a sewer line, pumping their twisted satisfaction directly into my chest.

"Ella!"

The door banged open. Arthur, tuxedo-clad, eyes wild.

"Grandfather's birthday banquet. Twenty minutes. Why aren't you ready?"

"I'm not going," I said, staring into the flames.

"You are," he sneered. "Diana needs a servant. She doesn't know the customs. Wear something plain."

An hour later, I was a grey shadow in the ballroom. Diana, wearing my necklace and a shimmering red gown, clung to Arthur like a parasite.

"A toast!" Diana announced, voice shrill. "To the Alpha's recovery!"

Waiters passed around trays. Diana took a glass, then paused, eyes widening in fake panic. "Oh! My medication! Doctor said no alcohol. But it's bad luck to refuse..."

She extended the glass to me. "Ella, be a dear. Proxy?"

I stared at the amber liquid. Wolfsbane Whiskey. Laced with silver shavings. A flex for Alphas. Poison for an Omega.

"It has silver," I said. "I can't."

"Refusing your future Luna?" Arthur's voice dropped an octave.

"Arthur, it will hurt me."

"It's one drink. Don't be dramatic." He pushed the glass to my lips. "Drink."

The Command forced my jaw open. I swallowed.

Liquid fire. It tore down my throat and ate through my stomach lining.

"Good girl," Diana giggled.

I stumbled to the balcony, retching dryly against the stone railing. Inside, my wolf hearing picked up their voices over the jazz.

"You were hard on her," Diana cooed.

"She needs to learn," Arthur replied. "The wolf... it's restless. It wants you, but the old bond... it pulls. Hurting her quiets it."

He was torturing me to silence his conscience.

"Shame," Diana said. "Gavin had a tattoo over his heart. You just have that... 'E'."

"It's ugly," she added.

Glass shattered.

I peeked through the curtains. Arthur held a jagged shard of a champagne flute. He ripped open his shirt, exposing the 'E' brand over his heart.

"No," I whispered.

He drove the glass into his chest. He didn't just cut it; he carved it out. Blood soaked his white shirt, obliterating the mark.

"There," Arthur panted, eyes manic. "It's gone. I reject the past! I choose the blood!"

My knees hit the stone. The bond didn't just stretch; it screamed.

Ella POV:

I dragged myself back to the guest quarters, chewing on raw marigold leaves to neutralize the silver burning my gut.

Creak.

Diana stood in the doorway. Wearing my silk robe.

"You look terrible," she said. She released a puff of pheromones-territorial, aggressive.

"Get out."

"Arthur is parking the car. He'll be here in seconds."

She grabbed her own hair and yanked. Then she slapped herself. Hard.

"What are you doing?"

Footsteps thundered on the stairs. Diana dropped to the floor, curling into a ball.

"Please! Stop! I didn't mean to upset you!"

Arthur burst in. He saw Diana cowering. He saw me standing.

"She attacked me!" Diana sobbed. "She hit me, Arthur!"

Arthur didn't sniff the air for the lie. He just lunged.

His hand crushed my throat, lifting me off the floor.

"I warned you."

"Arthur... trap..." I choked.

"Silence!"

He threw me. I hit the wall, shoulder popping. He grabbed the back of my dress and hauled me down the hall like luggage.

"Arthur, please!" I screamed as my bare feet scraped the wood. "I'm sick! The silver!"

He threw me out the front door.

I hit the frozen pavement. The winter wind bit instantly.

"Arthur!" I scrambled up.

He stood in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the warmth.

"By the power of the Alpha," he intoned, "I banish you. Let the barrier recognize Ella Farmer as an intruder."

Blue electricity rippled across the property line.

I ran forward, but the invisible wall shocked me back into the snow.

"The Rogues..." I wept, teeth chattering. "They patrol the borders."

"Start running," Arthur said.

He slammed the door.

I curled into a ball, trying to Mind-Link.

Arthur, please.

Static. A solid wall of silence. He had blocked me.