The Runaway Omega's Secret Alpha Heir

Chapter 3

Word Count: 599 | Released on: 04/06/2026

ir thick with the scent of expensive incense and the un

tray of silver goblets. The metal felt ice-cold agai

e Northern Alpha. She wore a dress of midnight blue, her he

rous red. The jealousy radiating from him was a palpable thing,

a blur. He strode across the hall, his

fingers digging into my

ent. I felt the eyes of

and unrelenting. He didn't care about the whisp

ve. By publicly degrading me, he was signaling to the rival Alphas that I was wo

nd up my spine, a tidal wave of authority that forced my body t

her that he didn't care, and I

elf from the humiliation. This was jus

thout a second glance. He walked toward the balcony,

d made my way toward the back exit. I

he moonlight casting long, ja

umbled over the edge of the stone embankment, la

biting sting of silver ore. I gasped, trying to

the moonlight reflecting off her pa

, a small, satisfied sm

y lungs burning, my vision b

ithin my chest. The mysterious energy surged through my veins, forcibly pushing t

hands grabbed me, hauling me onto the wet g

ess took me was a cold certainty: my sister had just made her fi

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The Runaway Omega's Secret Alpha Heir

Jv Lingxian Werewolf

“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.”