The Rejected Luna’s Secret Heir

The Invincible Omega

Wren’s POV

I pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the Ashvane mansion already knowing two things. First, I was late. Second, Valerie was going to make sure I paid for it.

The grand foyer was vast, and the cold marble floors always made my thin sneakers slip whenever I tried to move too quickly. I kept my head down, letting my long black hair fall over my face so no one would notice me.

“You missed a spot by the stairs, Wren,” Valerie said.

She stood by the front desk, wearing a crisp corporate blazer that showed off her high status as the pack receptionist. Her dyed blonde hair was perfectly smooth, and she tapped her long polished nails against the wood with a slow, agonizing rhythm.

I did not look at her. I simply gripped the handle of my plastic bucket until my knuckles turned white and my fingers began to cramp.

“I will clean it right now,” I whispered, keeping my voice entirely flat.

“Make sure you do,” Valerie snapped, pushing the bucket with her foot.

The soapy water sloshed over the rim, soaking my shoes and the bottom of my frayed jeans. She laughed with the other office girls and walked away, her high heels clicking loudly against the stone.

I knelt on the wet floor and began to wipe the tiles. I breathed slowly, trying to calm the fast beating of my heart. My hands were shaking, but I forced them to stay steady against the cold marble. I just had to survive this week. My sister Cynthia already had a safe job at the human library, and my best friend Maya Lin was looking for an apartment for us outside the pack borders. I was going to escape this place.

The loud roar of a powerful engine shook the glass windows.

A large black car stopped right outside the main steps. The door opened, and a very tall man stepped out into the heavy rain. He wore a dark corporate suit that made him look like a regular businessman, but the sheer size of his shoulders showed his true strength.

It was Alpha King Rurik Ashvane.

Even from across the room, the air grew thick and heavy the moment he approached. His short gray hair was wet, and his cold eyes scanned the foyer with absolute power. Elder Silas walked right beside him, leaning on a silver cane and whispering sharply into Rurik’s ear with a dark, calculating frown.

I dropped back to my knees and scrubbed the floor faster, wishing I could disappear into the wood. Suddenly, a strange pressure gripped my lungs. It became hard to take a full breath.

Deep inside my mind, a voice that had been asleep for years suddenly woke up. My inner wolf stretched, sniffing the air as a heavy scent of smoky cedarwood filled the entire room.

Mate, my wolf whispered. He is here. Our mate is here.

I froze. The cloth slipped from my hand. I stared at the floor in total horror as the heavy front doors swung open and the Alpha King stepped into the room.

Rurik walked with a slow, commanding stride that made every lower ranking wolf in the foyer bow their heads instantly. Jaxon, the pack’s alert Beta, followed a step behind him, clutching a leather briefcase and watching the perimeter with sharp eyes. They looked like high powered executives, but the deadly tension in their postures belonged entirely to the wolf world.

As Rurik walked past the front desk, Valerie smoothed down her skirt and flashed her brightest smile. Rurik did not even blink. He kept moving, his eyes fixed straight ahead until he reached the center of the foyer where I was kneeling in a puddle of soapy water.

Suddenly, Rurik stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw tightened so hard that a muscle ticked in his cheek. His chest expanded as he took a deep, deliberate breath, his nostrils flaring. The smoky cedarwood scent rolling off him grew incredibly thick, suffocating every other smell in the room.

He smells us, my wolf panicked, scratching at the edges of my consciousness. Look at him. Let him see us.

I forced my eyes to stay glued to the floor, my fingers digging into the wet cloth. I could see his expensive leather shoes just inches away from my bucket. The entire room went completely silent. No one dared to breathe while the Alpha King stood still.

“Silas,” Rurik said, his deep voice vibrating through the floorboards. He did not look at his uncle. His attention was locked entirely on the top of my head. “Clear the room.”

“Rurik, the investors from the Vance timber firm are waiting in the conference room,” Elder Silas urged, his voice tight as he gripped his silver cane. “We do not have time for delays.”

“Clear the room,” Rurik repeated, his tone dropping into a dangerous, low growl that made Jaxon immediately step forward and motion for Valerie and the office staff to leave through the side doors.

Within seconds, the grand foyer was empty, leaving only Rurik, Elder Silas, Jaxon, and me.

Rurik took a slow step forward, his shadow completely blocking out the light from the windows. He reached down, his large, scarred hand grabbing my chin and forcing my head up. The moment his bare skin touched mine, a violent jolt of electricity shot straight up my spine, making me gasp.

Our eyes locked. His silver gaze was wild, his pupils dilated as his inner wolf pushed to the surface. He stared at my face, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip with a terrifyingly possessive grip.

“What is your name?” he demanded, his voice thick with an emotion he was trying desperately to hide.

“Wren,” I whispered, my voice trembling as my wolf howled in joy inside my mind.

Elder Silas stepped closer, his milky eyes narrowing into a cruel, hateful glare as he looked down at my worn clothes and the bucket of dirty water. He tapped his cane loudly against the stone.

“She is an Omega servant, Rurik,” Silas hissed, his voice dripping with venom. “She is a nobody. Remember the prophecy. Remember what happens to our bloodline if you taint it with weakness. You have an obligation to Lady Tahlia.”

Rurik’s grip on my chin tightened for a fraction of a second before he abruptly let go, stepping back as if my skin had burned him. The warmth vanished instantly, replaced by a freezing, cold detachment. He turned his back to me, his shoulders rigid under his suit jacket.

“Jaxon, get her out of my sight,” Rurik commanded, his voice suddenly turning into ice. “Send her to the eastern border cabins. I do not want to see her in the main house again.”

Jaxon hesitated, his dark eyes shifting between his Alpha and my shaking form. He knew exactly what had just happened, but he simply bowed his head. “Yes, Alpha.”

I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the water dripping from my shoes. I did not look back at the King or his cruel uncle. I grabbed my bucket and ran toward the back exit, my heart breaking into a million pieces before the story had even truly begun.