His Rejected Omega

Four

Ella

“How dare you raise a hand against my wife,” he growled. “Against your Luna.”

The last word hit like a whip, cracking across the corridor.

“My Luna is to be respected,” Kane thundered, his voice vibrating with suppressed violence. “She is no servant. She is mine. And the next person who dares lay a finger on her will answer to me!”

His wolf’s voice surged through, low and rumbling, echoing in my mind and across the bond.

A silence fell so heavy it felt like the world itself held its breath.

And for the first time in fifteen years, I was not an outcast. Not the forgotten shadow.

I was Luna.

And they all heard it.

Lauren jumped forward and tried to hold Kane, pleading pathetically. “I'm the one worthy enough to be your Luna, not her.”

“And who are you to decide who is worthy of being my Luna?”

Lauren was lost for words at Kane's icy words.

“You are not even worthy of wiping my shoes let alone becoming my Luna.” Kane spat before moving towards me.

The hall fell into silence as he took my hand and led me out.

Lauren collapsed into Jack’s arms, sobbing like a broken child. Jack’s face burned with impotent rage, his pride gutted in front of the entire city.

He has been abandoned by the woman he chose over me.

And me? I stood taller than ever, wrapped in the gown of a Luna-to-be.

My wolf purred with satisfaction, whispering promises of vengeance in my ear.

For the first time since my pack’s m******e, the tides shifted.

The powerless Omega was gone.

The heiress of the Winston bloodline had returned.

I am now married to Kane Darius.

The Alpha heir of the Blue Moon Pack.

The wolf whispered in hushed tones, feared by enemies, revered by allies. And now, impossibly, my husband.

My heart thundered like a trapped bird in my chest. Only hours ago, I was nothing more than the Ross family’s shadow servant, the Omega they paraded as charity.

Now I wore the gown meant for Lauren, a glittering chain of diamonds and silk, and now I laid on the bed of the most dangerous Alpha in existence.

This wasn’t fantasy. This wasn’t a fairy tale.

This was reality.

Kane’s gaze slid over me like a blade, sharp, assessing, and merciless. He didn’t look at me like a groom seeing his bride.

He looked at me the way a predator looks at prey, cataloging every twitch of muscle, every breath, every weakness. My wolf quivered beneath my skin, restless, and keen.

I forced my lips into a trembling smile. “Alpha Darius… this, this doesn’t feel right…”

My voice cracked halfway through, betraying the fear I tried to swallow.

His lips curved, not in comfort, but in something far more dangerous. “Right?” His voice was low, velvety and mocking, as though he was tasting the word. “Tell me, Ella, what about this day has been right?”

The air in my lungs burned. He was right. Nothing about today had followed reason.

From the shocking reveal of a contract signed when I was barely more than a child, to Lauren’s meltdown before the entire city, to Ruben Darius sealing my fate with Blue Moon tradition, it had been chaos, written in blood and law.

And now here I was, in the same room and on the same bed with Kane.

The diamonds on my gown caught the golden light of the chandelier, scattering brilliance across the room. But instead of making me feel radiant, the gown weighed on me like chains. Heavy, Binding and Suffocating.

I shifted, desperate to carve out even an inch of space. But his hand shot out, bracing the mattress by my hip, and caging me in.

“Running already?” His voice dropped lower, silk threaded with steel. “How… interesting.”

Panic spiked in my chest, though I smothered it with defiance. “I’m not running,” I lied smoothly, tilting my chin higher than my heart allowed. “But forgive me if I’m unsure what role I’m meant to play tonight. I didn’t expect to be anyone’s bride, least of all yours.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, glinting in the dim light. Kane studied me with unnerving stillness, as though he were peeling away the mask I had worn for years. And suddenly, for the first time since my parents’ m******e, I felt naked.

Not because of my body, but because of the way he saw through me.

It terrified me.

It thrilled me.

Because unlike the Rosses, unlike Jack, unlike every soul who treated me as less than dirt, Kane looked at me like he knew I was more.

Like he could sense the power I’d buried, the wolf I’d shackled, the fire I’d smothered.

And that was dangerous.

“You’re clever,” he said finally, his tone conversational but edged like a blade. “Far too clever for someone meant to be invisible. Which means you’re hiding something.”

My lips parted, but no sound came. My mind spun.

I had spent my entire life perfecting invisibility.

Every insult Lauren spat at me, every time Mrs. Ross shoved me into servitude, every sneer Jack threw when he chose her over me, I had learned to stay small, stay silent, stay unseen.

But Kane saw right through me.

And that terrified me more than anything.

“I’m not hiding anything,” I whispered, my voice trembling despite the lie.

His mouth lowered close, his breath warm against my cheek, tinged with cedar and smoke. “Lies,” he murmured. “Pretty ones, but lies nonetheless.”

My pulse spiked, each thud echoing in my ears.

My wolf stirred under my skin, torn between retreat and recognition, drawn to him despite the danger.

Instinctively, I leaned back, clutching the sheets like a shield. But the bed gave me no room to escape, and Kane’s presence filled every corner.

The silence stretched, heavy and taut, broken only by the sound of our breaths and the faint hum of the world beyond the estate walls.

Then, unexpectedly, Kane pulled back. He sat on the edge of the bed beside me, undoing the silver cufflinks at his wrists with deliberate calm.

The click of metal was louder than thunder in the quiet. He placed them on the nightstand with surgical precision.

I exhaled shakily. He wasn’t attacking me. Not yet.

But the tension coiled tighter. Like a bowstring pulled to its limit.

“You should be grateful,” he said at last, his tone detached, as though pronouncing a verdict. “Most women would give their lives for this marriage. You didn’t even have to try.”

Grateful?

My jaw clenched. Grateful for being pawned in a bargain I didn’t remember making? For being dragged into a union meant for Lauren, only to wear her gown like a thief wearing stolen silk? For being claimed, not chosen?

I wanted to laugh. I wanted to scream.

Instead, I swallowed the bitterness and forced a smile. “You’re right. I suppose I should be grateful.”

Kane turned his head, his dark gaze pinning me once more. He saw the insincerity dripping from my words like venom.

“Careful,” he warned softly. “Your tongue is quick, but it may cut you before it cuts me.”