The Omega's Revenge: No Longer His Luna

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versation with my father last night hadn't gone smoothly; it didn't favor me. So

ain. This time, I was already

Luna," I manage

doing?" she asked wit

ied weakly. "Do y

y the window, her movements graceful, every part of her natural appearance screaming authority. M

ow what to

y head. "

fake." Everything about her was fake. The woman in front of me hadn't always been this way; she

de me feel small and foolish. "You should start

those words like a nuclear bomb. I stayed

I whispered. "Why

should it be?" Her voice held tha

tate. "She's also th

bond, a gift from the Moon Goddess. She'll live happily with he

"Do I deserve nothing better

uld feel the anger radiating from her as she struggled to control herself. "My husband told me h

o defend, knowing it was a lie. He hated me. My mate wanted

should stop loving someone who hates and rejects you. I guess..." Her eyes roamed my body, finally land

n't the omega blood. It was my father's cursed blood." I allowed a twisted smir

creamed. Her

, feeling the words rise from somewhere deep, dark, and

hose daughter I was. He hated me for being an omega, but

fury twisting her features, but a

ching us. "I already asked you to

ing to him. He pulled her

the deal." He looked at me with that same cold detachment, as if I were nothing more tha

mate to reject her," she tattled

ze back to me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "S

ut

ered, watching me as if trying to gauge my reactio

a perfect husband for her," I an

ker of satisfaction at having caught them off gua

ores he has in his harem. Grateful for being chosen at all

s wanted,"

ed. "You shoul

. "For marrying someone who had a mate an

eone else's child, daughter. I already sold both

u mean? You sold

ry a broken omega like you as a wife

ay with this," I said, the wo

can a lowly omega even do to an Alpha? Face it, S

tall, but their words made me t

my voice trembling

worry, dear," my stepmother muttered, waving dismissively. "

trem

to your new pack," my father said, wrapping his han

-

without my input-felt too tight around my chest, though I knew it wasn't just the fabric constricting my bre

soften the hardness in his glacier-blue eyes as they swept over me with clinical detachment. Not onc

d enough for others to hear. Several pack members snickered, and I caught sight of a woman in a blood-red dres

bow my head in the traditional gesture of re

arrangement isn't a marriage-it's a transaction. Your father needed an alliance, and I needed a legitimate

he purred, running a perfectly manicured nail down my arm. "You won't have to trouble yourself with actu

ere? You should know there are guards at every exit. Your father

ispered, hating how

us knows exactly what kind of worthless omega you are." He straightened his jacket, that cold smile never reaching his

oulder, hard enough to make me stumble. "Better get used

ectively cradling my stomach. My child kicked, as if sensing my distress, and I drew what li

s cheerful notes mocking the prison s

of our Alpha, Alpha Dickson, as he t

m off. "Skip the ceremony.

e, do you take Alpha Dickson Br

rd a growl beside me. A dangerous

e priest, who trembled in fear. He was every bit the tyrant they

ologized. "Do you accept Scarlett

ed on his face, he r

turned to face me. "Do you accept t

ears, swallowing th

, you may ki

stomach tightened in dread, but I raised my

eclared, his voic