The Wolfless Omega Is The Alpha King's Daughter

I stood at the gala, clutching my belly, waiting to tell Alpha Gabe about our child. I was the pack's "Wolfless" orphan, but I was his fated mate. Surely, an heir would change everything.

But under the spotlight, Gabe didn't call my name. He wrapped his arm around Harper, a wealthy heiress, and announced she was carrying the future Alpha.

When I screamed the truth, he didn't just deny me-he looked at me with pure disgust.

"You are a genetic dead end," he spat. "Do not mistake my kindness for affection."

They didn't exile me. They dragged me to the basement. First, they planned to steal my baby for Harper. Then, when jealousy rotted her mind, they decided to kill it.

My own foster parents held me down, having sold me to clear their debts, while a doctor approached with a silver scalpel.

"It's a Rogue mistake," Gabe said, watching me struggle against the straps. "End it."

With seconds left, I begged for one final phone call. I dialed the number on an old, yellowed card I'd hidden for years.

Gabe laughed, thinking I was calling a friend. But when the voice on the other end spoke, the room shook with an aura that forced the Alpha to his knees.

"I am Antony Dean, the Lycan King," the voice roared through the speaker. "And I am ten minutes away."

Gabe had rejected a nobody. He didn't know he had just declared war on the Princess of the Royal Pack.

Chapter 1

Charlotte POV:

Cedar and rain. It bypassed my brain and went straight to my marrow-fresh wood after a storm, spiked with the sharp tang of ozone.

My Mate.

I stood at the edge of the ballroom, clutching my cheap velvet clutch against my stomach. A secret grew there. A tiny, terrifying secret.

Gabe Sullivan, the Alpha of the Sullivan Pack, was somewhere in this sea of expensive suits and designer dresses. Tonight was the annual gala, a glorified business merger masquerading as a party.

My heart hammered against my ribs. I was an orphan, a nobody. The pack called me 'Wolfless' because I hadn't shifted by eighteen. In this world, that didn't just mean you were weak; it meant you were disposable.

But the Moon Goddess had a sense of humor. She had paired me with the Alpha. Even if he hadn't marked me yet, even if he kept our bond quiet 'for business reasons,' I knew he felt it. The electricity. The pull.

I smoothed down my drab blue dress. I was going to tell him tonight. An heir. This changed the game.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," a voice boomed.

The lights dimmed. A spotlight cut through the darkness, landing on the center stage.

There stood Gabe. He looked like a god in a tuxedo, jawline sharp, shoulders broad. But he wasn't alone.

Harper was clinging to his arm.

My breath hitched. Harper was the daughter of the Nicholson Alpha. Old money, strong bloodline, and a wolf form that was sleek, fast, and vicious. She was everything I wasn't.

"I have a special announcement," Gabe said into the microphone. His voice was deep, amplified by his Alpha aura. "The Sullivan Pack is entering a new era. To secure our place on the Council, we need strength. We need strong alliances."

My wolf, usually dormant, stirred uneasily. Nausea rolled over me, and it wasn't just the morning sickness.

Gabe smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. He placed a large hand possessively over Harper's flat stomach.

"I am proud to announce my engagement to Harper Nicholson. And..." He paused for dramatic effect. "We are expecting the future Alpha heir."

The room erupted. Flashes blinded me.

My world didn't stop; it imploded.

Heir? Harper?

I stared at Gabe. He knew. He had to know that we were mates. The bond wasn't something you could ignore. It was biological law.

I tried to reach him. I pushed my thoughts toward him, trying to open the Mind-Link.

Gabe? What are you doing?

Silence. Not just silence-a wall. He'd blocked me.

The applause died down as the couple descended the stairs. I didn't think. I just moved. I cut through the crowd like a ship through ice, people parting way, wrinkling their noses at my distress. I smelled like burnt sugar and panic.

I stopped right in front of them.

Gabe stopped. His eyes flicked to me. There was no love in them. No recognition. Only annoyance.

"Charlotte," he said, voice low. "Not now."

"You're lying," I whispered. "You can't be with her. You're my mate."

Harper let out a delicate, cruel laugh. She leaned into Gabe, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder to mix their scents. "Sweetie, don't be pathetic. Everyone knows you're Wolfless. Gabe needs a real Luna. Someone who can give him strong pups, not... whatever you are."

"I am pregnant!" I screamed.

The ballroom went deathly silent. Even the music died.

Gabe's face turned to stone. He stepped forward, looming over me. The cedar scent turned sour.

"You are confused," Gabe said loudly, for everyone to hear. "You are an orphan charity case my family took in. Do not mistake my kindness for affection."

"I feel the bond!" I cried out, tears streaming. "The Goddess chose us!"

"The Goddess made a mistake!" Gabe roared.

The force of his voice hit me like a physical blow. The Alpha Tone. It forced my knees to buckle.

"You have no wolf," he spat. "You have no lineage. You are nothing. And you dare to ruin my night?"

Rage, hot and blinding, surged through me. It was the instinct of a mother protecting her unborn.

I swung my hand.

Smack!

The sound echoed through the silent hall.

For a second, nobody moved. Touching an Alpha in anger was a crime.

Gabe touched his cheek. His eyes turned pitch black-his wolf surfacing.

"Gabe!" Harper shrieked, faking fear. She released a scent of distress-cloying and sweet. "She's crazy! She's going to hurt the baby!"

Roaring with blind instinct, Gabe shoved me.

He didn't hold back. I flew backward, crashing into a table of champagne flutes. Glass shattered. I hit the floor hard, instinctively curling around my belly.

Pain shot through my shoulder.

Gabe stood over me, chest heaving. He didn't look sorry. He looked at me like I was a stain on his carpet.

"Get her out of here," Gabe commanded. "For the glory of the Sullivan Pack, I acknowledge Harper as my Luna. Remove this trash."

Two pack warriors stepped forward. They grabbed my arms and dragged me across the floor.

"Gabe! Please!" I screamed, heels scraping against the marble. "It's your child! It's your blood!"

He turned his back to comfort Harper.

As the doors slammed shut, I learned my first real lesson about power: The mate bond means nothing to men who worship money.

I was alone.

Charlotte POV:

They didn't throw me out. That would have been too kind. Instead, they dragged me to the Pack House.

I was sitting in Gabe's office on the top floor. Cold glass, cold steel, overlooking a city the Sullivans owned.

My dress was torn. My arm was bleeding. But I sat straight, hands over my stomach.

The door opened. Gabe walked in. He had calmed down, but his aura was suffocating. He poured a glass of whiskey.

"You embarrassed me," he said, taking a sip. "The investors were watching. The Council was watching."

"I told the truth," I said, voice hoarse. "I am pregnant, Gabe. With your son or daughter."

He finally looked at me. Cold. Calculating. "And that is the problem."

He sat on the edge of his desk. "Let's look at this logically, Charlotte. The Sullivan Pack is mid-tier. We're bleeding cash. The Nicholsons have the capital we need for the IPO. Harper is the key to our survival."

"So you sell yourself?" I asked.

"I do what an Alpha must!" he snapped. "And you? You're twenty-one and haven't shifted. You are a genetic dead end. If I made you Luna, the other packs would laugh. We would be weak."

"I am your mate," I whispered.

"The Goddess gave the bond to the wrong person," he said dismissively. "I am choosing to reject it."

My heart cracked.

"However," Gabe continued, tone shifting. "We have a solution. Harper... there are complications with her pregnancy. The doctor is worried."

I stared at him. "What are you saying?"

"You will stay here," Gabe said. "You will hide in the Omega quarters. You will carry the child to term. And when it is born, you will give it to Harper."

I felt the blood drain from my face. "No."

"We will say it is adopted. Or perhaps we will say it is Harper's, if the timing works out," Gabe mused. "Harper needs a backup heir. And since the child has my blood, it might have some use. It might actually have a wolf."

"You are insane," I stood up, trembling. "I am not an incubator for your mistress! I'm leaving."

I turned to the door.

"SIT."

The word was a hammer blow to my nervous system. The Alpha Command.

My muscles betrayed me. My legs buckled, and I fell back into the chair. Tears of humiliation burned my eyes.

"You don't get to leave," Gabe said, walking closer. "You belong to this pack. You belong to me."

The door opened again. Harper walked in, looking radiant. Behind her were my foster parents, Robert and Mary Jennings.

"Mom? Dad?" I choked out.

They didn't look at me. They looked at Harper.

"Is everything settled, Alpha?" Robert asked, bowing his head.

"Charlotte is being difficult," Gabe said.

"Oh, Charlotte," Mary sighed, looking at me with disappointment. "Why must you always be so selfish? Alpha Gabe is offering you a way to contribute. You should be grateful."

"Grateful?" I gasped. "He wants to steal my baby!"

"It's for the good of the pack," Robert said sternly. "And frankly, Charlotte, we have debts. Significant ones. The Alpha has been generous enough to clear them in exchange for your... cooperation."

My stomach turned. They sold me.

Harper walked over. She leaned down, perfume overpowering. "Eleanor, Gabe's mother, agrees. She says your weak genes might taint the baby, but... we're willing to take the risk. But you can't stay in the guest room."

"Why?" I asked, paralyzed by the Command.

"Because your scent of despair upsets me," Harper smiled. "And stress is bad for my baby."

She snapped her fingers at my parents. "Take her things to the Omega quarters. The basement room next to the boiler. That's where the help sleeps."

"Gabe," I pleaded, looking at the man I had loved since childhood. "Please."

He turned away to look out the window. "Take her away."

My parents grabbed my arms. They didn't drag me, but their grip was firm. They escorted me down into the darkness, leaving me with nothing but the growing life inside me and a burning hatred that was just beginning to spark.

Charlotte POV:

The Omega quarters smelled of mold and unwashed bodies. My room was a closet.

It had been two weeks.

Two weeks of hell.

I was the 'Pack Slut' now. That was the narrative Harper spun. She told everyone I seduced Gabe in a moment of weakness, and the benevolent Alpha allowed me to stay out of pity.

I worked in the kitchens, scrubbing pots until my hands were raw. They fed me scraps. Every bite was a battle I fought for the baby.

Gabe blocked our Mind-Link. I couldn't feel him. It was like a phantom limb-a constant, aching emptiness.

One afternoon, I managed to sneak to my old studio. Before all this, I was the pack's architect. I had designed the new community center. I wanted my portfolio.

I opened the door and froze.

It was pink. Everything was pink.

My drafting table was gone. My blueprints were ripped to shreds, scattered like confetti.

Harper stood in the middle of the room.

"Oops," she said. She held up a piece of paper-my design for a greenhouse. She crumpled it and dropped it. "We needed a nursery. And this room has the best light."

"My work," I whispered. I fell to my knees to pick up the torn pieces. "Why? You could have moved them."

"I don't like your style," Harper sneered. "It's too... common. Like you."

She kicked a pile of torn paper at my face. "Clean this up, Omega."

Something snapped.

The heat that had been building since the gala flared up.

I stood up. "No."

Harper blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I said no." I looked her in the eye. "You took my mate. You took my home. You are not taking my dignity."

Harper laughed. "You have no dignity. You are a wolfless freak." She raised her hand to slap me.

I reacted.

I shoved her.

It should have been weak. I was malnourished. But Harper flew. She slammed into the freshly painted wall.

She slid down, leaving a smear in the wet paint.

"My baby!" she screamed, clutching her stomach.

The door burst open. Gabe was there instantly.

He saw Harper on the floor. He saw me standing there, hands trembling.

"You monster!" Gabe roared.

He crossed the room in a blur. His hand wrapped around my throat, lifting me off the ground.

I clawed at his wrist. I couldn't breathe. His eyes were red.

"Gabe... stop..." I rasped.

"I gave you a chance," he snarled. "I let you live. And you attack my Luna?"

He threw me. I hit the floor, gasping.

Harper sobbed fake tears. "She tried to kill the heir, Gabe! She's jealous! She's dangerous!"

That evening, the door to my basement room slammed open.

It was Eleanor, Gabe's mother. She held a clipboard. Behind her stood a doctor I didn't recognize. He smelled of antiseptic and silver.

"Get up," Eleanor spat.

I sat up on the cot. "What is this?"

"Gabe is too soft," Eleanor said. "He thinks you can be controlled. But today proved otherwise. You are violent."

I looked at the paper. Medical Consent: Termination of Pregnancy.

My blood ran cold. "No."

"We can't trust the bloodline," Eleanor said coldly. "We ran a test. The results just came in. It's not Gabe's. It has Rogue markers."

"That's a lie!" I screamed. "I've never been with anyone else!"

"It doesn't matter what you say," Eleanor smirked. "I showed the results to Gabe. He was... disappointed. He agreed that a Rogue bastard cannot be born in the Pack House."

"You forged it!" I backed into the corner. "You poisoned him against me!"

"We are removing the problem," Eleanor said to the doctor. "Prepare the clinic. I want this done before the Council arrives."

"Wait!" I cried. "Gabe wouldn't allow this!"

Eleanor stopped at the door. She looked at me with pure contempt.

"Gabe signed the order, dear. He doesn't want a whore's mistake."

She slammed the door. The lock clicked.