The Alpha CEO's Forbidden Omega

I still remember the second my life cracked open.Before the club. Before the mask. Before I let a stranger ruin me on moonlit silk and walk away like it meant nothing.My name is Aurora Vale. Twenty-three. Art student. Waitress. Broke. The only family I have left is my grandmother – the woman who pulled me from the wreckage of a “car crash” when I was three and raised me alone. She told me my parents died that night. I believed her.Right now she’s on life support. The bill is three hundred and twelve thousand dollars and climbing. I have twenty-three dollars in my account.So when my roommate pressed a silver fox mask and a borrowed dress into my hands and said, “One night to forget everything,” I went.Club Eclipse. Masks mandatory. No names. No phones. No tomorrow.I never expected him.He was darkness in an Armani suit. Tall enough that I had to tilt my head back. Black hair falling over eyes that glowed liquid gold. When his hand settled on the small of my back, heat shot through me so hard my knees almost gave out.I lied and said my name was Red. He smirked and told me to call him Sir.We didn’t waste time on words.I remember the mirrored elevator. I remember the grand piano under my thighs. I remember waking up alone at dawn with bruises shaped like fingerprints and a black card on the pillow:Until the next full moon, little fox.Three weeks later I was on my bathroom floor staring at two pink lines.Pregnant. By a man whose real name I didn’t know.I spent the next month pretending the nausea was stress, pretending I could do this alone, pretending the black card didn’t haunt me.Then one rainy Tuesday the devil walked through my apartment door like he owned the building.He did.Cassian Lockwood. CEO of Lockwood Enterprises. The man the world fears.He stood dripping rain on my cracked linoleum, golden eyes locked on me, and said,“Marry me.”Not a question. A demand.Ten million dollars. Every hospital bill erased. Two years of pretending to be his wife.Why? Because in thirty days the werewolf council will strip him of his Alpha King title unless he presents a Luna. And he is out of time.And because I’m carrying his child.I laughed until I cried. I called him insane. I told him I’d rather die.That was when his eyes flashed wolf-gold and the air turned heavy.“I’ve been hunting you for five weeks, Aurora. Your scent is in my blood. Walk away if you want – I will always follow.”I signed the contract the day my grandmother opened her eyes and whispered my name.Two years. Separate bedrooms. No feelings. Those were my rules.Cassian never agreed to follow them.He moves me into his glass palace above the city. He dresses me in gowns that cost houses. He parades me at every gala, daring the werewolf world to challenge his human Luna. He growls at any male who looks too long. Every full moon he paces outside my door, claws scraping, breathing my name like it hurts.And still he keeps me at arm’s length. Still he calls me “human” like it’s poison.Then my wolf awakens.Pregnancy and proximity to my true mate shatter the binding spell my mother died casting. For the first time Cassian smells Silver Moon on my skin – the pack his father slaughtered twenty years ago.Everything explodes.He rejects me in front of the entire council under a storm-lit sky. He calls me the enemy. He tells me a Lockwood would rather die than bind himself to Silver Moon blood. He throws me into the rain with nothing but the twins growing inside me.I disappear.For three years I hide. I raise our son and daughter alone. I teach them to fear the name Lockwood.For three years Cassian tears continents apart searching, half mad with guilt and mate-bond withdrawal.When he finally finds us, he falls to his knees in the mud, covered in blood, and begs.He offers revenge on a silver platter. He offers his empire. He offers his throat.“Mark me. Reject me. Kill me. Just don’t take them from me again.”I swore I would make him suffer.But our children have his golden eyes. And every time they laugh, my walls crack.This is the story of a girl who thought she was human and discovered she was a queen. Of a monster who thought hate could silence fate and learned it only made the bond scream louder.Enemies. Contract. Rejection. Secret babies. Groveling. Second chance.Some threads, once knotted by blood and moonlight, can never be cut.Come closer.The Alpha CEO’s forbidden omega is done hiding.And this time, I’m keeping my monster forever.