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 fortress of stone and glass where the elite lived. As I walked through the heavy oak doors, the warriors on guard gave me stiff nods. They didn't bow. They never bowed to me.

"Is the Alpha in?" I asked the receptionist.

"He is in a meeting with Beta Liam," she said, not looking up. "He said not to be disturbed."

"It's urgent," I said, clutching the velvet box. "It's a surprise."

I didn't wait. I took the stairs two at a time, my heart hammering against my ribs. I reached the double doors of his office. I was about to knock when I heard voices spilling through the wood.

"You cannot keep doing this, David!" Liam's voice was jagged with frustration. "Living a double life will destroy the pack."

I froze. My hand hovered inches from the wood.

"Keep your voice down," David's voice rumbled back. It was low, dangerous. The Alpha tone that forced submission. "Sarah suspects nothing."

My breath hitched. My name.

"She's your mate, David," Liam argued, though his voice was quieter now. "She deserves to know that Rebecca is back. She deserves to know that you are parading Rebecca around the neighboring territories as your Luna."

The world seemed to tilt. Rebecca?

Rebecca was the daughter of a powerful Alpha from the north. The perfect specimen. Beautiful, lethal, high-born. Everyone had expected David to mate with her years ago.

"Rebecca is the Luna this pack needs," David said. His voice was cold, devoid of the warmth he used when he whispered to me at night. "She has the pedigree. The power. Sarah... Sarah is sweet. But she's an Omega. A pet."

A pet.

The word struck me harder than a physical blow. I took a step back, my legs shaking.

"She is your Fated Mate," Liam insisted. "The Moon Goddess paired you."

"Did she?" David let out a cruel chuckle. "Or did I just use a mimicry charm to trick her senses? She has a dormant Healer bloodline, Liam. I needed that biological trait to stabilize my own aura. That's it. Utility."

I covered my mouth to stop the scream rising in my throat.

False. It was all false. The electricity? The pull? Smoke and mirrors.

"So what is the plan?" Liam asked, sounding defeated. "You keep Sarah as a mistress while Rebecca rules as Luna?"

"Rebecca and I have an agreement," David said. "She gets the title and the power. She needs my political influence. I get to keep Sarah. She's a manageable toy. Obedient. Quiet. And she warms my bed well enough."

Tears streamed down my face, hot and stinging.

"And if she gets pregnant?" Liam asked.

"She won't," David said dismissively. "The doctor sees to that. She's just a vessel, Liam. Defective. She isn't fit to carry an Alpha's heir."

The velvet box slipped from my numb fingers. It hit the carpeted floor with a soft thud, but to my heightened ears, it sounded like a gunshot.

Silence fell inside the room.

"What was that?" David snapped.

I didn't wait. Panic, primal and electric, hot-wired my nervous system. I wasn't his mate. I was his lab rat. His toy. And I was carrying a child he despised.

I turned and ran. I didn't care about the noise. I didn't care about dignity. I had to get away. I had to protect the life inside me from the monster I had loved.

Sarah POV:

I sat huddled in the backseat of my car, parked three miles away from the pack house, hidden under the canopy of an old oak tree. My hands were shaking so badly I couldn't get the key into the ignition to drive further.

Sarah? Where are you?

The voice echoed in my head via the Mind-Link. It felt like oil slicking over my thoughts.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block him out.

I heard you were at the office, David's voice continued, smooth and calm. Why didn't you come in? I missed you.

I gagged. A wave of nausea rolled through me.

I... I felt sick, I projected back, building a mental wall as best I could. I went home.

Good girl, he replied. Rest. Take your medicine. The doctor says you need it to strengthen your wolf.

The medicine.

My blood ran cold. Every morning, David personally handed me a small vial of blue liquid. He said it was vitamins.

I remembered the conversation. "The doctor sees to that."

It wasn't vitamins. It was Wolfsbane. He was micro-dosing me. Keeping me weak, suppressing my wolf, ensuring I remained infertile and docile.

I watched through the windshield as a sleek black SUV drove past on the main road. It was David's car.

I needed to run. Now. I scrambled into the front seat and jammed the key into the ignition. I turned it.

Click. Click. Click.

Nothing. The engine didn't even sputter.

"No," I whispered, hitting the steering wheel. "Not now."

I looked at the dashboard. The security light was blinking rapidly. Remote immobilization. As the Alpha, David had access to disable any vehicle registered to the pack fleet.

He didn't know I was running, but he was controlling. He probably locked the car simply because I wasn't where I was supposed to be.

I was trapped.

Through the gaps in the trees, I saw the SUV pull over in a secluded clearing nearby.

I crept out of my useless car and moved through the brush, downwind.

David stepped out. A moment later, the passenger door opened.

A woman stepped out. She looked like she was carved from gold and arrogance. Rebecca.

"Are you sure she didn't hear anything?" Rebecca asked. Her voice was sharp.

"She's an Omega, Rebecca. She's slow," David said, leaning against the car. "Even if she heard, she wouldn't understand the politics."

Rebecca walked up to him. She didn't hug him like a lover. She grabbed his chin, inspecting his neck.

"The mark is fading," she criticized.

"I'll refresh it," David said.

I watched in horror as David tilted his head. Rebecca leaned in and scraped her teeth against the junction of his shoulder and neck. A Marking. A claiming.

"Do you feel bad?" Rebecca asked, wiping her mouth. "Lying to your little pet?"

David shrugged. "She has a roof over her head. She has my protection. It's more than a weakling like her deserves."

"True," Rebecca laughed. "Just make sure she stays taking the Wolfsbane. If she ever shifted... well, we can't have her realizing she has teeth, can we?"

They kissed. It was hungry and aggressive.

My inner wolf let out a sound I had never heard before. A low, vibrating growl that rattled my bones.

My phone buzzed. A text from David.

"Emergency at the border. Won't be home for dinner. Love you."

I looked at the phone. Then I looked at the two of them.

There was no way out tonight. The car was dead. The perimeter guards would be on high alert if there was a "border emergency." If I tried to run on foot now, pregnant and weak from Wolfsbane, they'd catch me as a rogue and kill me.

I had to go back. I had to play the part of the dumb pet until I could find a real opening.

I turned around and crept back to my car. My hands were steady now. The shock had passed, replaced by cold, jagged resolve.

I wasn't just Sarah the Omega anymore. I was a mother fighting for her pup. And if I had to walk through hell to get us out, I would.

Sarah POV:

I managed to hitch a ride with a delivery truck back to the main house, claiming my car had broken down.

As I entered the hallway, the smell of roasted chicken hit me, and I barely made it to the downstairs bathroom before I emptied my stomach.

My body was rejecting the Wolfsbane. Now that I knew what it was, my psychology was warring with my physiology.

I heard the front door open.

Panic spiked. He wasn't supposed to be back.

"Daddy's here!" David's voice boomed.

I froze. He wasn't talking to me.

I crept to the bathroom door. David was in the living room, holding his phone up. Video call.

"Look at that form, Thomas! Good punch!" David was beaming.

On the screen, a young boy, maybe four years old, was hitting a punching bag. He had David's dark hair and Rebecca's sharp nose.

"Did you see, Daddy? I'm an Alpha like you!" the boy squealed.

"You are, son. You are," David cooed.

A son. He already had a son. With Rebecca.

The betrayal wasn't an event; it was a history. While I was crying over negative pregnancy tests, he was raising a family with her.

"Sarah?"

David's voice snapped me back. He had ended the call.

I flushed the toilet to create noise and walked out. "I'm here."

He walked over to me. The scent of Rebecca was all over him-roses and metallic ozone. He tried to mask it, but I smelled her on his skin.

"You look pale," he said. He reached out to touch my cheek.

It took every ounce of willpower not to flinch. "Just a stomach bug."

"I told you to rest," he said, his voice dripping with fake concern. "I was patrolling the border."

"I know," I lied. "Did you catch the intruders?"

"Chased them off," he said easily. "Listen, I have to go to the Alpha Summit this weekend."

Liar. He was going to play house with his real family.

"That's a shame," I said, forcing a weak smile. "I was hoping we could go to Moon Goddess Lake."

He paused, a flicker of annoyance crossing his eyes. "Next time, sweetie. When I get back."

"Can I have the Moonlight Sapphire?" I asked suddenly.

David stiffened. The Moonlight Sapphire was the Luna's necklace.

"Sarah," he sighed, patronizing. "It's in the vault. It's too heavy for you."

"Just for one night," I pushed. "For my birthday party tomorrow."

His eyes darted away. "I... I'll see what I can do."

He didn't have it.

He leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head, and his lips brushed my cheek.

He pulled back, eyes narrowing. A low growl vibrated in his chest. He released a burst of Alpha Pheromones-a heavy, suffocating blanket designed to force compliance.

"Is something wrong, Sarah?"

"I told you," I whispered, clutching my stomach. "I'm sick. Please, David."

He stared at me, analyzing me like a bug under a microscope. Finally, he huffed. "Fine. Get some sleep."

He slammed the study door.

My phone buzzed. Unknown number.

It was a photo.

Rebecca, in a hotel room, wearing a silk robe. Around her neck was the Moonlight Sapphire.

The text read:

"It only fits the neck of a Queen. Don't embarrass yourself, mongrel."

I stared at the blue stone.

I deleted the message.

I couldn't run tonight. The guards were doubled, my car was bricked, and I had no cash on hand.

But tomorrow was my birthday. The whole pack would be there. Chaos is a ladder. If I caused a scene, if I disrupted the perfect image he was trying to maintain, I might create a crack in his security large enough to slip through.

I would leave, but first, I would burn their perfect little lie to the ground.