The Omega's Rebirth: Her Rise And Revenge

Betrayed

Jasmine's POV

Even though I couldn't see the pregnancy test, it trembled in my hands. Three months. I have already been carrying the child of Alpha Christopher for three months and I hadn’t the tiniest idea.

A huge and unrestrained joy flowed through my heart; it was a joy so wild and desperate that it made my fingers tremble while I drew a line on the small bump I had considered nothing but fat. A baby. Our baby. Perhaps this would be sufficient. Perhaps this little life would finally help him to regard me as someone other than the blind burden he was compelled to marry and share ruling the pack with, if it all could be made clear.

I was in the kitchen all afternoon long, my hands getting accustomed to the feel of the old counters and cupboards as I cooked his favorite dish. The maid assisted me with roasting vegetables that smelled great as well as with the steak, the sound of which filling the room. My heart beat so loudly and anxiously against my ribs that I could hardly wait for the sound of his car on the driveway.

When the front door opened, I rushed forward, my fingers grazing the wall to guide me.

"Chris! You're home." I reached for him, my hand finding his arm. "I have wonderful news—"

He jerked away from my touch like I'd burned him. Sometimes I wonder if we're truly mates or the moon goddess was just playing a trick on me.

"Don't." His voice was ice. "I've told you before not to throw yourself at me the moment I walk in."

The familiar sting of rejection hit me, but I swallowed it down. Not tonight. Tonight would be different.

"I'm sorry, I just... I'm pregnant, Christopher. Three months. We're going to have a baby. The heir to the Blue Moon Pack."

Silence. The kind that pressed against my eardrums and made my pulse race.

"We need to talk," he finally said. "Come to my office."

Something in his tone made my stomach clench, but I forced a smile. "Of course."

I followed the sound of his footsteps, my hand trailing along the wall. Inside his office, I heard papers rustling, the scrape of a chair.

"Sit down, Jasmine."

I found the chair across from his desk, lowering myself carefully. My hands twisted in my lap.

"There's a document I need you to sign," Christopher said. His voice held no warmth, no excitement about the baby. Nothing. "It's just pack business. Routine."

"What kind of document?" I asked, hating how small my voice sounded.

"Does it matter? You can't read it anyway."

The cruelty in his words landed like a physical blow, but I was used to that. Four years of marriage had taught me to expect nothing else.

"Where do I sign?"

He guided my hand to the paper, positioning the pen between my fingers. I pressed it down, forming my signature in the darkness that had been my world for years.

"Good." The satisfaction in his voice made my skin crawl. "Lily!"

Footsteps—quick, nervous footsteps of the young omega maid who always smelled like lavender soap.

"Alpha?" Lily's voice was barely a whisper.

"Pack her things. All of them. I want her out of this house within the hour."

The words didn't make sense. I sat frozen, my hand still holding the pen.

"I... I don't understand."

"The document you just signed," Christopher said, each word deliberately cruel, "was divorce papers. You're no longer my wife, Jasmine. You're no longer welcome in this pack."

The room tilted. I gripped the arms of the chair, my knuckles white.

"But the baby—Christopher, please, I'm carrying your child—"

"Which is the only reason I'm not rejecting you outright." His chair scraped back. "The pain of rejection could make you lose the baby. And despite everything, that child is my heir. But make no mistake—I'm done with you."

"Grandma wouldn't—"

"Grandma is dead." He said it so casually, like he was commenting on the weather. "She died two weeks ago. Didn't I mention it?"

The world shattered. Grandma Rowena, the only person in this pack who'd shown me kindness, who'd promised I'd always have a home here—gone.

"You're lying," I whispered. "You're lying, she can't be—"

"Alpha Christopher!" Lily's panicked voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. "Please, she's pregnant, she's blind—where will she go?"

"That's not my concern. Get her out."

I stumbled to my feet, reaching out blindly until I found his desk. "Christopher, please. Please, I can be better. Mark me—just mark me! The bite will make me stronger, help me regain my sight. I can be the Luna you deserve, I swear—"

"You think I'd mark you?" He laughed, and the sound was poison. "You, with your useless eyes and your pathetic attempts to win my affection? I'd rather die."

"Is it true?" The question tore out of me. "About Isabel? Everyone in the pack says you're having an affair with her—"

"Watch your mouth." His hand slammed on the desk. "Isabel is the daughter of an Alpha. She's cultured, beautiful, and can actually see. Don't you dare speak ill of her."

So it was true. All of it.

"I've tried so hard," I said, tears streaming down my face. "I've done everything— waited for you, loved you—"

"I never asked for any of that. I never wanted a blind mate. I never wanted you."

Lily's gentle hands found my shoulders. "Luna, please, come with me."

I let her guide me from the office, each step taking me away from my home, the man who'd destroyed me without a second thought. My hand moved to my stomach, to the tiny life growing there.

I had nothing left. No husband, no home, no sight, no family.

But I had this baby.

And somehow, that had to be enough.