He Chose The Rogue Over His Fated Mate

“I lay on the cold steel operating table, enduring the agonizing Bloodline Breeding Ritual without anesthesia. As a supposedly weak Omega, having my life essence extracted was the only way to give my Alpha mate, Rowan, a pureblood heir. The Healer warned that my essence would expire in twenty-four hours if Rowan didn't inject his blood into it. But my mind-link was blocked, and I waited in the empty clinic all night. When he finally showed up twenty-five hours later, he casually dismissed my suffering and told me we would just do the ritual again next month. He reeked of cheap floral perfume, a scent belonging to his former rogue lover, Serena. Soon after, Serena barged into my home using a passcode Rowan gave her, and threw a positive pregnancy test onto my coffee table. She sneered that she was carrying his heir, mocking the childhood trauma I had only ever confided in my husband. Rowan panicked, but instead of defending me, he proposed a vile compromise. "We will take the pup and raise it as our own. You will remain the Luna, and no one needs to know." I had sacrificed the marrow of my bones for this man, while he was in a hotel bed promising my title to a rogue. Looking at his terrified, cowardly face, I didn't cry or beg. I pulled out a thick stack of papers and threw them onto the table. "I want a complete severance of the mate bond. And I am taking half of this territory's wealth."”