The Alpha's Lie, The Omega's Uprising

After a 36-hour shift at the healing center, I brought my mate, Alpha Damien, his favorite meal, eager for a quiet moment together.

But I found him in a secret manor on the edge of our territory, laughing with another woman and a little boy I never knew existed.

Hiding in the shadows, I heard him call me his "Omega placeholder," a political tool he would publicly reject once a new treaty was signed. My adoptive parents, the Alpha and Luna, were in on it. My entire life, my fated bond, was a carefully constructed lie.

Just then, he sent me a mind-link, "Miss you, my sweet."