The Unwanted Omega: Rejected for His Mistress

Elana POV:

I woke to the smell of antiseptic and rain. Private clinic. Not the Pack hospital.

"You're awake."

Ayla, a warrior Beta and the only friend I had left, sat in the chair. Her face was grim.

I tried to sit up. My body felt hollow. Scooped out.

"The baby?" My voice was sandpaper.

Ayla looked at her hands. "I'm sorry, Elana. The trauma... the impact. There was nothing they could do."

I stared at the ceiling. No tears. I was past tears.

"Where is he?"

"Emilio?" Ayla scoffed. "He called to check if the 'PR situation' was contained. He paid the bill. He didn't come."

"Good."

I swung my legs out of bed. The room tilted.

"Elana, lay down!"

"I've been laying down for five years, Ayla." I found my clothes in the closet. "Drive me to Hayden's apartment."

"You want to fight her now?"

"No. I'm going to surrender."

Hayden's penthouse was nicer than the main house.

I bypassed the doorman with Ayla's badge. Hayden opened the door in a silk robe, sneering when she saw me.

"You. I thought you were still licking your wounds."

"Let me in."

I walked past her. The living room was littered with expensive toys.

"Where is Emilio?"

"Office. Cleaning up your mess from the gala."

I pulled the folder from my bag. The 'tax papers' Gary had drafted.

I threw it on the coffee table.

"Get him to sign this."

Hayden laughed. "Why would I help you?"

"Because this document contains a clause that dissolves the Mate Bond," I said. "If he signs this, I'm gone. Legally. Spiritually. Forever."

Hayden froze. She snatched up the papers, scanning the dense text.

"He won't sign a rejection. His honor..."

"Tell him it's the liability waiver for the accident," I said. "Tell him legal needs it to stop me from suing the Pack for the miscarriage. He'll sign anything to protect the stock price."

Hayden's eyes glittered. Greed. Pure, unadulterated greed.

"You're selling your mate bond for... what?"

"Freedom."

"Fine," she said. "I'll get it signed tonight. But if I see your face again, I'll have the rogues hunt you down."

"Don't worry," I said, turning to the door. "Elana of Moonstone died on that ballroom floor."

I walked out.

In the elevator, I placed a hand on my flat, empty stomach.

Goodbye, Emilio. You didn't just kill our child. You killed the only person who ever gave a damn about you.

Inside me, the void where the baby had been began to fill with something else. Something cold. Something ancient.