Rejected And Reclaimed By My Mate's Uncle

Isabella’s POV

Christopher and I were walking hand in hand in the middle of the night. It was the only time we could be together without anyone finding out. Our relationship had to stay a secret, since he was the Crown Prince and the future Alpha, and I was just an Omega, and his royal family would never accept someone like me for their son.

Our fingers were tightly wrapped together, and our steps were quiet along the dimly lit road.

“I missed you,” Christopher said softly, and I smiled, my heart fluttering.

“I think I missed you more, Chris,” I whispered back.

He chuckled and gently played with my fingers as we walked.

After a while, he let out a deep sigh. “I can’t believe I’m turning twenty in barely an hour.”

“I know, right?” I replied with a dreamy smile. “We’ve grown up so much together, year after year. I can’t wait to celebrate with you.”

He hesitated. “I’m not sure I want a birthday party.”

I blinked in surprise and lightly smacked his arm. “What do you mean you’re not sure? You already sent invitations to high-ranking officials.”

“I know, but…”

“No buts, Chris,” I said firmly. “You’re going to be the Alpha of Silverclaw soon. You need to get used to this kind of thing.”

He scrunched his nose. “Nah, I’d rather stay in my manor, with my pretty woman.”

That made me grin like an idiot. I loved it when he called me that…his pretty woman. It made me feel like I belonged somewhere, like I belonged to him.

“Still,” I said, trying to stay serious even though my heart was doing flips.

“Can we not talk about it?” he whispered, gently pulling me closer. “Right now, I just want to hold you, and kiss those lips of yours.”

I giggled and pretended to scold him. “Have some manners, hmm?” I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“With you? Never,” he said with a grin, then leaned in and kissed me.

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The next morning, all I could think about was Christopher’s birthday. We had spent some time together earlier, then I returned home to rest before the party would start in the afternoon.

No one else knew, but I was the one working behind the scenes to make everything perfect. I came up with the theme, the decorations, the menu and every little detail. Christopher had simply presented the plans to his parents like the ideas were his. They loved everything, not realizing I was the one who made it all happen.

As the party hour got closer, I started getting ready. I slipped into a red silk gown that hugged my body in all the right places and clipped a rose gold necklace around my neck. Omega or not, I knew how to dress. Fashion was something I would never compromise on.

“Mum, can you drop me off at Prince Chris’s birthday party?” I asked as she was gathering her things to go out with her friends.

“Were you invited?” she asked sharply, giving me that look…the one that warned me not to embarrass the family.

“Yes! Look,” I said, waving the invitation proudly in front of her face.

She finally agreed and dropped me off outside Christopher’s grand home before driving away.

I had no plans to go through the main entrance. Instead, I headed toward one of the side doors, like I always did. I wanted to sneak into his room first, check how he looked, and help calm him down if he was feeling nervous about the crowd.

But when I got to his room, he wasn’t there.

I stepped back into the hallway, confused, and just then, a house staff walked by. I quickly acted like a lost guest and asked, “Excuse me, where is Prince Chris?”

“He’s already at the banquet,” she replied without much interest.

That threw me off. I asked her for the time, thinking maybe I was late, because Christopher usually waited for me. He knew I liked to sneak in to see him before everything started. Without wasting another second, I rushed toward the banquet hall.

The place was already filled with guests, all dressed in stunning gowns and expensive suits. For a moment, I just stood there, taking it all in. The decorations looked exactly how I imagined when I first shared my ideas with Christopher. It was beautiful. Perfect.

Then my eyes began searching the room for him.

I saw him across the hall, surrounded by guests offering birthday wishes. I started walking toward him, not really thinking, just drawn to him. But just before I reached him, I saw a woman in a black dress, about my age, stepping up to him with a glowing smile. She looked too comfortable, like she knew him well, like they had a past. She moved close to him, as if they were lovers.

Then he stood up, pulled her into a tight hug, and smiled at her in a way that made my stomach twist both in jealousy and pain.

The hug might have been okay, something I could have ignored if I tried, but then he gently lifted her chin and kissed her. It wasn’t a quick or friendly kiss. It was slow, deep, and full of passion, like they were the only people in the room. The crowd clapped and gasped, clearly surprised, but no one was more shocked than me.

I stood frozen in my spot, unable to move. My face felt stiff, and my chest burned, but not just from anger, but from heartbreak. My heart felt like it was breaking, piece by piece, as they kept kissing. It probably lasted only a minute, but to me, it felt like forever. That one moment was enough to leave a scar I knew would never fade.

“Chris!” I called out, my voice shaking as I tried to pull myself together but it was not working.

They pulled apart and turned to look at me. I walked toward them slowly. Each step felt heavier than the last, and my heart kept pounding hard in my chest. I stared at him, waiting for an explanation. I wanted him to say it was all a mistake or that he didn’t mean it.

But instead, he looked at me with a blank stare which showed no guilt, then he raised an eyebrow and said, “What?”

My heart sank.

“Christopher!” I called again, louder this time. I kept hoping he was playing a prank, that he would laugh and tell me it was all a joke. “What do you mean by ‘what’? It’s me, Isabella, the love of your life.”

He looked right at me, and all I could see in the eyes he once used to look at me with love and affection were now burning in disgust and hate, without a hint of care in them.

“Let’s stop pretending. You can't seriously believe I’d marry you, did you, Isabella?” Christopher said in a sharp cold tone. “You’re not that delusional, are you?”

His words hit me like a slap, while my mind was spinning.

“W-What? What do you mean?” I asked in a shaky voice. “We’ve been together for so long, and just last night you told me I was your woman. You said I was the one. And now… now I’m standing here, having to explain myself to you? Chris, are you serious right now?”

He looked at me in disgust. “Believe it or not, no one, especially me, would ever marry someone weak and low-ranked like you. You’re just an Omega, Isabella,” he said, brushing me off without a second thought.

The cameras around us kept flashing, capturing everything. I could feel the eyes of the crowd burning into me, and the shame crawling up my skin. We had kept our relationship a secret, but I never imagined he’d treat me like this in front of everyone.

“Did you really think an Omega like you could ever be my Luna?” he added with a cruel smirk.

The crowd laughed, and my heart shattered the more at his stabbing words, each one sharper than the last. I could barely breathe, it felt like I was choking.

“What is going on here?” a sharp voice cut through the noise. Tuning my head to the voice, it was the old Luna, Christopher's mother, who suddenly directed her eyes at me. Scanning me up and down like I was some filthy, disgusting thing.

“If this girl is causing a scene, get rid of her now,” she snapped with a hiss.

Before I could even react, Christopher gave a look, and two large guards appeared and grabbed me roughly by the arms, and began dragging me away.

I didn’t fight. I couldn’t, because I was just too numb, and too broken to even struggle with them, after the man I loved had just thrown me away like I never mattered.