His Rejected Omega

Two

Ella

How can this even be happening?”

Mrs. Ross’s shrill voice cut through the golden hall, splintering the silence like glass breaking against marble.

Her tone trembled between disbelief and hysteria, yet every guest heard it clear as a bell.

Mr. Ross lurched to his feet, his normally polished composure cracking.

His face turned blotchy, his lips moving too fast, as though words themselves might rewrite reality. “This can’t be right. There must be an error, there has to be!”

The hall buzzed like a restless hive.

Expensive silks whispered as nobles craned their necks.

Gasps, whispers, sharp laughter muffled behind jeweled hands all of it crashed together in a storm of noise that centered squarely on me.

Lauren’s engagement, the crowning jewel of the Rosses’ ambitions had crumbled into dust. And somehow, I was standing at the center, the storm’s eye.

Inside me, my wolf stirred. She had been restless all day, pacing against the walls I’d built for her, demanding release.

Now, as the truth spilled across the room like spilled wine, I felt the first sparks of something deeper.

A tether I had never acknowledged.

A bond I had spent years unknowingly suppressing.

Kane.

The name whispered through my chest, through my blood, echoing against the fragile shell of my ribs.

I didn’t have to look at him to feel it, the pull, the recognition.

I was tethered to him. By fate. By blood. By a contract I had never chosen.

“Impossible!” Lauren’s voice cracked, brittle as ice under too much weight.

She tried to sound calm, but her clenched fists betrayed her. I watched her nails dig into her palms until crescent moons of blood welled against her flawless skin. “There must be a mistake!”

But the City Hall official didn’t flinch.

His voice was crisp, merciless, every syllable cutting through the chaos with the precision of a blade. “The registry does not lie. The system shows Miss Ella Winston Ross as the wife of Kane Darius, heir to the Blue Moon pack. The record dates back seven years, established by her late father, It cannot be undone.”

My breath stuttered.

For a heartbeat, my vision blurred, and I was fifteen again kneeling in my mother’s blood, clutching her cold hand as she whispered her last command: Live low-key.

Survive until twenty-five. Then take back what is yours.

So this was it. My father’s safeguard. His last desperate attempt to protect me, even in death. He had bound me to the most powerful heir in the werewolf world, tethering my survival to Kane Darius with iron-clad tradition.

I hadn’t asked for it.

I hadn’t wanted it. Yet here it was, flung wide open for everyone who had sneered at me, mocked me, reduced me to ash.

“This is absurd!” Mr. Ross barked, his voice too loud, too sharp. Fear laced every syllable. “We have an agreement! Today is about Lauren and the Black heir! Our family’s future depends on this union!”

His desperation was almost pathetic. My lips curled despite myself, bitter irony tasting like steel on my tongue.

The man they had raised up, the boy I once believed would be my future, now sat frozen.

Jack Black. The Alpha heir who had discarded me like refuse.

His handsome face was drained of all color, his jaw tight.

The hall no longer looked at him with admiration.

Their eyes slid past him, past Lauren, and landed on me. The girl he had tossed aside, the Omega he had mocked.

Lauren was unraveling before my eyes. The jewel they had polished for years cracked in the center, her honey-sweet composure fracturing.

Her breaths came shallow, ragged, every inhale sounding like a sob waiting to break loose.

“No!” she screamed, her voice jagged, unhinged. “Everyone knows I’m the one meant to marry into power. Me! Not her!”

Mrs. Ross’s mask shattered next.

Her face twisted, venom dripping from her words. “My daughter is meant to be the rightful wife of an Alpha heir!” Her jeweled finger trembled as she pointed at me, bracelets clinking violently. “That worthless brat doesn’t belong anywhere near him!”

The words lashed across my skin, familiar whips I’d felt all my life. But this time, I didn’t bow my head.

This time, I didn’t shrink.

I straightened. Slowly and Deliberately.

For the first time in years, I let my wolf rise, just enough to strengthen my veins, just enough to let my eyes glint.

Power simmered beneath my skin.

Then the atmosphere shifted.

Ruben Darius, Kane’s grandfather, patriarch of the Blue Moon pack cleared his throat as he arrived.

A simple sound, yet it commanded silence. His very presence pressed down on the hall, weighted with decades of authority. His voice was gravelly, rough, and commanding. “Enough.”

All heads turned.

His hawk-like gaze swept over the Ross family, unimpressed, before landing on Kane. “Kane. Explain yourself.”

Kane stood calm, steady as stone, his expression unreadable. His hand brushed mine, subtle but grounding, and the bond between us pulsed hotter.

“I am as surprised as you are,” Kane said, his voice measured. His words did not falter. “But the record is sealed. A union recognized by the Alpha King himself cannot be denied.”

The statement rang through the hall like a gavel striking judgment.

Lauren’s mask shattered completely. Her scream ripped through the air, raw and animalistic. “No! You can’t just take her instead of me! She’s nothing! I am the one who deserves this marriage!”

I blinked once, slowly. Then I did something I hadn’t done in years. I smiled.

It wasn’t sweet. Not really. It was sharp, honed by years of swallowing pain until it turned into poison.

“Darling,” I murmured, turning my gaze to Kane, letting my voice drip like honey. “I’m sorry about all this drama. Some people don’t know how to accept reality.”

The collective gasp was like thunder.

Lauren shrieked, the sound of an animal caught in a trap. “You b***h! How dare you call him that! He’s mine!”

How fast does Lauren change sides?

Few minutes ago she was all over Jack, ready to marry him and now she wants, his brother.

She lunged for me, rage tearing away the last remnants of her elegance.

Instinct moved me.

My body slipped behind Kane, my hand resting lightly on his shoulder as though I had every right.

The contact seared, the bond between us sparking to life, and my wolf purred.

I leaned just enough to let my voice carry, velvet over steel. “Take a breath, Lauren. Where are those refined manners you brag about so often?”

The words landed with surgical precision. Lauren froze mid-step, her chest heaving, her face a contorted mask of rage and humiliation.

The crowd murmured, watching the Ross family’s jewel c***k apart under the weight of her own tantrum.

Years she had spent building her pristine image, destroyed in moments.

“Please,” Lauren gasped, her tone shifting like a blade dulled by desperation. Tears welled in her eyes, unnaturally fast, her wolf-scent thick with need. She clutched at Kane with a trembling voice. “No one deserves you more than I do. You can’t leave me for… for her.”

Her parents turned their frantic eyes to Ruben, begging silently.

But Ruben’s patience had run dry. His gaze cut like steel. “Our traditions are clear. A man cannot divorce unless his wife has passed. The bond stands. The bride walking down the aisle is Ella.”

The words struck like lightning.

Mrs. Ross paled, swaying where she stood. Mr. Ross sagged as if his legs could no longer hold him. Lauren let out a strangled cry that was half-sob, half-scream.

And Kane’s voice rang out next. Deep. Steady. Unyielding. “As a son of the Blue Moon pack, I will not tear down our traditions. Ella is my wife.”

The hall erupted into chaos, voices crashing into one another, but I barely heard them.

My pulse thundered in my ears.

His declaration wasn’t tender, not yet, but it was absolute. And in that absoluteness, something inside me shifted.

For years, I had been treated as less than nothing.

An Omega servant in my own stolen home. Now, before the eyes of every noble who had mocked me, Kane had claimed me.

Not as a mistake. Not as a servant. As his wife.

The Ross family’s empire trembled.

I stepped forward, my smile cool, my wolf flashing briefly in my gaze. “Then let’s not keep our guests waiting.”