The Runaway Omega's Secret Alpha Heir

For five years, I was the hidden shadow of the Royal Packhouse, an Omega kept purely as the Alpha King's secret punching bag.

While he paraded my cruel sister Seraphina as his chosen Luna, he kept me locked in the dark. When Seraphina pushed me into a toxic silver lake and later faked her own poisoning to frame me, Kael didn't even investigate.

He let her maids beat me half to death and publicly forced me to my knees before the rival Alphas. But the ultimate nightmare began when the pack healer revealed I was pregnant. Kael's eyes turned cold as ice. He personally pinned me against the wall and forced a bowl of wolfsbane purge down my throat, destroying the tiny life inside me.

"You don't get to die until I say so."

He whispered those words while whipping my back with silver dust. I didn't understand why he claimed I was his absolute possession, yet allowed my own family to tear me apart. As I lay bleeding on the cold stone floor, my heart completely died.

So, on the night of the new moon, I set my tower ablaze, leaving behind a fake charred corpse, and escaped with the Rogue King.

Three years later, the mad Alpha King finally tracked me down, dropping to his knees in the dirt to beg for my return.

"I, Elara, reject you as my mate."

I looked at him calmly, leaning against my new husband while holding our pureblood son.