The Wolfless Omega: The Alpha's Runaway Bride

Chapter Nine

Raine's Perspective

A coordination officer quickly entered to take control of the situation. He swept his gaze over everyone present, and his eyes finally settled on me. His attitude was completely different from before. "If this is true, it's an extremely serious matter. We will verify your identity records immediately."

I steadied myself, wiped the tear stains from my face, and answered, "Alright."

We moved to the main hall. I sat at a table, facing the officer and his recorder. Ronan and Silas stood a few steps away.

The ever-dignified Ronan now wore a spectacular mess on his handsome face—scratches and bruises from where I had clawed and hit him.

Silas was busy straightening his rumpled clothes.

I felt a small measure of satisfaction and spoke up: "I'm a missing person from human society. Five years ago, I was trafficked into a werewolf Pack. I have identity records in human society—my parents' names and address. You can check."

The officer nodded and instructed his subordinates to verify, then turned to Ronan with a polite tone: "Lord Ronan, please wait here with your people and cooperate."

Ronan kept his face cold and said nothing, but Silas panicked first. "Sir, this is a misunderstanding. Our Pack always follows the rules. All our Omegas are recruited through proper channels. She's just desperate to escape and making up lies!"

I clenched my fists. How ridiculous. They had clearly bought me with dirty money, yet now they claimed proper recruitment. A pack of hypocrites!

Ronan didn't echo him. Instead, he asked Silas with a grim expression, "Those Omegas who came and went in the Packhouse over the years—the ones who eventually disappeared—where did they all go?"

Silas froze, his mouth open but no words coming out.

Seeing this, Ronan's face grew even darker.

I watched these arrogant werewolves and let out a cold, silent laugh.

"You never really looked at those lowly Omegas in your Pack, did you?"

After five years, I had finally found my chance to expose these devils!

"You think you're so noble, enslaving them every day. You probably don't even remember what they looked like!"

Ronan frowned. "My Pack is strictly managed. All Omega employment has proper documentation—"

"Don't make me laugh, young master!" I cut him off. "Where do you think all those Wolfless Omegas came from? They were all bought by you people! And those so-called proper documents of yours—were they really signed by the Omegas themselves? Did you ever investigate?"

Ronan opened his mouth, looking as if I had struck a blind spot he'd never considered.

"Old ones disappear and new ones arrive because they're all dead! And that damned trafficking chain is still running! I once saw a girl who tried to escape get caught and brought back. The first day, she was locked up. The second day, her body was thrown out in secret. The third day, a new girl arrived to take her place. She was only eighteen! Others were used as breeding tools again and again, their bodies rotting, dying on the birthing bed!"

"Did any of you ever truly care about them?" My voice had cracked.

I raised my hand and pointed straight at Ronan, my eyes filled with hatred.

"Everyone says I'm luckier than them—lucky enough to serve at the side of a noble Alpha. But am I really lucky?"

"These five years, how have you treated me? When you're happy, you play with me. When you're not, you humiliate me to my face! You treat me specially, but you have no idea what price I've paid for that. When others targeted and bullied me, did you ever say a single word for me? The life I lived in your Pack was worse than a dog's! You Alpha pig!"

The words poured out of me like bullets.

The hall fell silent. Everyone looked shocked, speechless.

Ronan's Perspective

From childhood, I had received the highest education befitting an Alpha heir. Everyone respected me, feared me. I had never been so flustered, so at a loss for words.

All because of Raine.

Her accusations left both me and Silas speechless.

She was right. I was too arrogant. I had led Ashgrave to where it was today. Even the embassy staff treated us with deference.

I had taken it for granted that everything under my rule was orderly, so I had never thought to dig into the truth behind the rumors.

But when I saw her tear-streaked face, her hysterical state, my pride evaporated. I was lost.

"Did any of you ever truly care about them?" Her eyes were wet, filled with grief and fury.

She pointed at me.

"Everyone says I'm luckier than them—lucky enough to serve at the side of a noble Alpha. But am I really lucky? These five years, how have you treated me? When you're happy, you play with me. When you're not, you humiliate me to my face! You treat me specially, but you have no idea what price I've paid for that. When others targeted and bullied me, did you ever say a single word for me? The life I lived in your Pack was worse than a dog's! You Alpha pig!"

The way she looked at me was too unfamiliar—completely different from the Raine I had known for five years. There was no respect, no affection. Only endless hatred.

Why had it come to this? Just this morning, I had happily told her to wait for me.

My heart tightened, followed by pain and sorrow.

She was saying that these five years, what I thought was kindness toward her, had been nothing but my own wishful thinking. In some ways, it had only deepened her suffering.

I had always thought I treated her well. I gave her gifts, tended to her wounds, made exceptions to let her stay the night, remembered what she liked to eat. I thought that was more than enough favor, because the other Omegas in the Pack lived ordinary lives and seemed content enough.

I never imagined Raine was unhappy—even in pain.

Silas scolded from the side: "That's enough from you! How dare you insult the Alpha! You have no manners!"

"No manners!" Raine shouted back. "Thanks to you, I had the chance to go to college!"

"You—"

"Enough! Everyone calm down and wait for the verification results!" The staff finally intervened, stabilizing the scene.

I stood to the side, watching her on the verge of collapse, and some dark thoughts stirred in my heart.

Five years of warmth—all of it had been an act by Raine. She had never shown her true feelings.

Since childhood, everything I wanted had come easily. What I hated most was betrayal and deception. If I insisted, with the proper documents, I could still keep her by force. No one could stop me.

Because this world runs on power.

But at this moment, though I was unwilling to let her go, I couldn't bear to keep her.

Among the crowd, I was silent for a long time. Then I made a decision that even surprised myself.

I said to her, "I believe you. I'll let you go."