After My Alpha Left Me, I Became a White Wolf

I stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, my hands trembling so badly I nearly dropped it into the chipped sink of the Omega quarters. Three years. Three years of stolen moments in Sebastian's office after midnight, of whispered promises in the dark, of believing that love could somehow bridge the gap between an Alpha heir and a wolfless Omega like me.

Now I had proof that our connection was real. Undeniable.

I pressed my palm against my still-flat stomach, a nervous smile tugging at my lips. This changed everything. Sebastian would have to acknowledge me now. He'd defy his father, Marcus Stone, and claim me as his true mate. We'd finally stop hiding.

I pulled on my best dress—a simple navy blue thing I'd saved two months of kitchen wages to buy—and tried to tame my dark hair into something presentable. The mirror showed me what I always saw: plain features, tired eyes, the look of someone who scrubbed floors and served meals to wolves who barely noticed I existed.

But tonight would be different.

The grand ballroom blazed with light when I slipped through the servant's entrance. Crystal chandeliers cast golden shadows across hundreds of pack members dressed in their finest. I pressed myself against the back wall, searching for Sebastian's face in the crowd.

There. On the raised platform at the front, looking every inch the Alpha he was born to be. My heart stuttered. Even from here, I could see the sharp line of his jaw, the confident set of his shoulders. In a few minutes, he'd accept the Alpha title from his father, and then—

"It is my honor," Sebastian's voice rang out, commanding instant silence, "to announce not only my acceptance of the Alpha title, but also a union that will reshape the future of the West Coast packs."

My breath caught. He was going to announce us. Finally.

"Arielle Tucker, daughter of Alpha Tucker, has agreed to become my mate. Together, the Silverclaw and Tucker territories will merge, creating the ultimate superpower pack."

The world tilted.

I watched, frozen, as a stunning blonde woman glided onto the stage. She wore a dress that probably cost more than I'd earn in a year, diamonds glittering at her throat. Sebastian pulled her close, and the crowd erupted in cheers as he kissed her.

The perfect couple. The perfect alliance.

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. My hand found the wall behind me, the only thing keeping me upright as applause thundered through the ballroom.

Somehow, I made it to his private study. Muscle memory from all those secret nights guided my feet up the back stairs, down the hallway where no Omega should ever walk. I didn't knock. Just pushed open the heavy oak door.

Sebastian stood by the window, still in his ceremonial robes. He turned, and something flickered across his face—surprise, maybe guilt—before his expression hardened.

Then the scent hit me. Rain and wildflowers, so intense it made my knees weak. It filled the room, filled my lungs, sang through my blood with an urgency I'd never felt before.

Mate bond.

Sebastian's eyes flashed gold, his wolf rising to the surface. For one heartbeat, I saw hunger there, recognition, need—

He crushed it down, his jaw clenching. "You shouldn't be here."

"Three years," I whispered. "Three years, Sebastian. You said you loved me."

"I said a lot of things." His voice was cold, nothing like the warmth I remembered. "Things that were... convenient at the time."

The words hit like a physical blow. "Convenient?"

"Did you really think I'd claim a wolfless Omega as my Luna?" He moved to his desk, putting distance between us. "My father would never allow it. The pack would never accept it."

"But the mate bond—"

"Means nothing compared to duty." He straightened, and suddenly he wasn't the man who'd held me in the dark. He was Alpha Sebastian Stone, and I was nothing. "I, Sebastian Stone, Alpha of the Silverclaw Pack, reject you, Wren Russell, as my mate."

The words burned through me like acid, searing something deep in my chest. I gasped, doubling over as pain radiated outward from my heart.

"Sebastian, please—" I forced myself upright, one hand still pressed to my stomach. "I'm pregnant."

Silence. For a moment, just a moment, something cracked in his expression.

Then his face turned to stone. He opened a desk drawer, pulled out a checkbook, and scribbled something with sharp, angry strokes. He ripped out the check and held it toward me.

"There's a clinic two towns over. They're discreet. This should cover it."

I stared at the check, at the cold numbers that were supposed to erase our child. "You can't be serious."

"Fix this problem, Wren. Come back when it's done, and we can continue as we were. You'll have your place in my bed, and I'll make sure you're comfortable." His eyes were empty. "Or refuse, and I'll have you exiled as a rogue before sunrise. Your choice."

The check fluttered from his hand to the floor between us.

I looked at it. At him. At the future I'd imagined crumbling to ash.

"What happened to you?" My voice broke.

"I became what I was always meant to be." He turned back to the window, dismissing me. "An Alpha. Now get out."

I left the check where it fell and walked out, each step feeling like I was wading through broken glass. Behind me, I heard something shatter—maybe he'd thrown his whiskey glass—but I didn't look back.

I couldn't.