Pregnant And Rejected: The Omega He Cast Aside

Ella POV:

I sat in my room, a jar of muddy earth on the dresser. That was my grandmother now.

"Alpha demands your presence," a maid said. "Former Alpha's 80th birthday."

I wore a black mourning dress. It hid the bruises.

The banquet hall was dazzling. Arthur sat at the head table, Diana on his left, wearing my mother's necklace and a massive diamond ring.

"Sit," Arthur commanded, pointing to the servant's end.

I sat. Hand on my stomach. I'm sorry, little one.

Diana stood for a toast. As she walked past me, she threw herself to the floor.

"My ring!" she shrieked.

The band had snapped on the marble.

"She tripped me!" Diana pointed at me. "She cursed the ring!"

The Former Alpha stood up. "Arthur! Discipline this jealous Omega! Use the whip."

Arthur hesitated. "Grandfather... the whip is severe."

"Do you love this woman?" The old man pointed at Diana. "Then defend her honor!"

Arthur looked at me. His jaw tightened. Pride won out over the drug-induced haze.

"Guards," he said softly. "Take Ella to the courtyard. Prepare the Silver Whip."

"Arthur, no," I whispered. "I'm pregnant."

I shouted it.

Diana laughed. "Oh, stop! She told the doctors that lie too! Phantom pregnancy. She's crazy, Arthur!"

Arthur looked at my flat stomach. "Stop lying to save your skin."

"Ask Dr. Evans!"

"Evans is on leave," Diana cut in. "The new doctor said your scan was empty. Just gas."

Arthur turned away. "Take her."