The Wolfless Omega Is The Alpha King's Daughter

Charlotte POV:

They didn't throw me out. That would have been too kind. Instead, they dragged me to the Pack House.

I was sitting in Gabe's office on the top floor. Cold glass, cold steel, overlooking a city the Sullivans owned.

My dress was torn. My arm was bleeding. But I sat straight, hands over my stomach.

The door opened. Gabe walked in. He had calmed down, but his aura was suffocating. He poured a glass of whiskey.

"You embarrassed me," he said, taking a sip. "The investors were watching. The Council was watching."

"I told the truth," I said, voice hoarse. "I am pregnant, Gabe. With your son or daughter."

He finally looked at me. Cold. Calculating. "And that is the problem."

He sat on the edge of his desk. "Let's look at this logically, Charlotte. The Sullivan Pack is mid-tier. We're bleeding cash. The Nicholsons have the capital we need for the IPO. Harper is the key to our survival."

"So you sell yourself?" I asked.

"I do what an Alpha must!" he snapped. "And you? You're twenty-one and haven't shifted. You are a genetic dead end. If I made you Luna, the other packs would laugh. We would be weak."

"I am your mate," I whispered.

"The Goddess gave the bond to the wrong person," he said dismissively. "I am choosing to reject it."

My heart cracked.

"However," Gabe continued, tone shifting. "We have a solution. Harper... there are complications with her pregnancy. The doctor is worried."

I stared at him. "What are you saying?"

"You will stay here," Gabe said. "You will hide in the Omega quarters. You will carry the child to term. And when it is born, you will give it to Harper."

I felt the blood drain from my face. "No."

"We will say it is adopted. Or perhaps we will say it is Harper's, if the timing works out," Gabe mused. "Harper needs a backup heir. And since the child has my blood, it might have some use. It might actually have a wolf."

"You are insane," I stood up, trembling. "I am not an incubator for your mistress! I'm leaving."

I turned to the door.

"SIT."

The word was a hammer blow to my nervous system. The Alpha Command.

My muscles betrayed me. My legs buckled, and I fell back into the chair. Tears of humiliation burned my eyes.

"You don't get to leave," Gabe said, walking closer. "You belong to this pack. You belong to me."

The door opened again. Harper walked in, looking radiant. Behind her were my foster parents, Robert and Mary Jennings.

"Mom? Dad?" I choked out.

They didn't look at me. They looked at Harper.

"Is everything settled, Alpha?" Robert asked, bowing his head.

"Charlotte is being difficult," Gabe said.

"Oh, Charlotte," Mary sighed, looking at me with disappointment. "Why must you always be so selfish? Alpha Gabe is offering you a way to contribute. You should be grateful."

"Grateful?" I gasped. "He wants to steal my baby!"

"It's for the good of the pack," Robert said sternly. "And frankly, Charlotte, we have debts. Significant ones. The Alpha has been generous enough to clear them in exchange for your... cooperation."

My stomach turned. They sold me.

Harper walked over. She leaned down, perfume overpowering. "Eleanor, Gabe's mother, agrees. She says your weak genes might taint the baby, but... we're willing to take the risk. But you can't stay in the guest room."

"Why?" I asked, paralyzed by the Command.

"Because your scent of despair upsets me," Harper smiled. "And stress is bad for my baby."

She snapped her fingers at my parents. "Take her things to the Omega quarters. The basement room next to the boiler. That's where the help sleeps."

"Gabe," I pleaded, looking at the man I had loved since childhood. "Please."

He turned away to look out the window. "Take her away."

My parents grabbed my arms. They didn't drag me, but their grip was firm. They escorted me down into the darkness, leaving me with nothing but the growing life inside me and a burning hatred that was just beginning to spark.