A Wolfless Omega with Two Wombs

Arianna's POV

For several seconds, I couldn't move nor breathe. I could only stare at the two bodies tangled on the bed.

"Liam?" His name escaped my lips as a broken whisper.

The two bodies froze.

Slowly, Liam turned his head and our eyes met.

I waited. I waited for him to look horrified. For guilt to cross his face. For him to jump out of bed and rush toward me with an explanation.

Instead, he let out a long, tired sigh. Almost as though I had interrupted something important.

"Well..." he ran a hand through his hair. "I suppose there's no point hiding it now."

My heart shattered.

Seraphina slowly sat up, pulling the blanket over her naked body. She wasn't embarrassed nor was she ashamed.

A smug smile curved her lips. "Look who we have here,” her eyes travelled over me. "My father's bastard child."

My fingers curled tightly at my sides. I forced my eyes onto Liam. "Tell me this isn't real."

Liam climbed out of bed, calmly buttoning his shirt. "I was going to tell you eventually, Arianna."

"Eventually?" I repeated weakly, my laugh came out broken. "I waited for you. You promised you were coming to take me away!"

"I did. I promised your problem would be dealt with, he said casually. "Just not for the reason you expected."

I stared at him. "What does that mean?"

Seraphina rolled her eyes. “Oh, Arianna. You still don't understand? I was the one who convinced Father to nominate you.”

My entire body went still. Her smile widened as she glanced at Liam.

“And your precious mate helped me.”

The air left my lungs. My head snapped to Liam. "Why?" my voice cracked. "Why would you do this to me?"

Liam didn't even blink. He folded his arms across his chest. “Because you're my mate,” he said. “That's the problem.”

My brows furrowed as I tried processing his words. "I don't understand."

"I have never loved you, Arianna. But I couldn't reject you publicly."

His words hit me hard like a slap to the face.

"If I rejected you without a reason," he continued, his voice calm and detached. "it would humiliate your father and damage the reputation of the Lunarcrest Pack."

By that time, tears had laced my eyes and I could barely hear him.

"You're the future Alpha," I whispered.

"Exactly!” He looked at me as though the answer should have been obvious. "How could the future Alpha of Lunarcrest accept a wolf-less Omega as his Luna? A bastard whose bloodline isn't even known?"

I felt something inside me die.

For three years, I had believed Liam saw beyond those things. But I had been wrong.

Seraphina leaned her head against his shoulder, her eyes sparkling with cruelty. "You should be thanking us, Ari. A useless girl like you, actually getting to carry royal blood? It's the only useful thing you'll ever do."

The pain inside me burned away, leaving behind a sharp, cold rage.

I raised my chin, staring straight into Liam’s eyes. "If I was so useless, why did it take you three years of pretending to love me just to get rid of me?"

Liam's jaw tightened. The casual composure melted from his face, replaced by a sudden, tense silence.

Seraphina’s smug smile flickered. "You really know nothing, do you? But don’t worry. Everything will be clear by the time you get to the palace. By then, it might have been too late for you to back out.”

Before either of them could speak, heavy footsteps thundered down the hallway outside.

"The Royal Guards are here!" a guard shouted. "They're demanding Lady Arianna!"

Seraphina recovered her sneer instantly. "Looks like your escort is here, bastard."

I closed my eyes. For a moment, I wanted to cry, but I didn’t. Because I realized losers like them weren’t worth my tears.

I looked at Liam one last time. The boy I loved was dead. I turned toward the door without another word.

"Arianna,” Liam's voice stopped me and I paused. "I hope you survive the selection."

His voice carried no warmth.

"Though, knowing you, I doubt you'll even make it past the first round."

I didn't turn around. Some betrayals didn't deserve an answer.

By the time I reached the entrance of the pack house, the Royal Guards were waiting. They silently escorted me downstairs.

The moment I stepped outside, I saw Beta Craig. He stood at the entrance with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing the respectable expression everyone in Lunarcrest knew him for.

To the pack, he was a powerful Beta and a respected Leader. Only I knew what existed beneath that mask.

His cold eyes swept over my pale face. "You look sad."

"I'm surprised you noticed," I snapped quietly.

His expression hardened, and he stepped into my space, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"Listen to me carefully. You are representing this pack. You will do whatever the royal family demands, and you will become the surrogate bride."

"I can't force the royal family to pick me."

"You had better find a way," Craig sneered, "Because the moment you fail, I stop paying for your mother's life support.

“Win,” he leaned closer. "Or watch your mother die."

He turned and walked away before I could reply. As the royal guard gestured toward an iron-reinforced carriage, my trembling fingers instinctively closed around the worn silver bracelet on my wrist, gently rubbing my thumb over the crescent moon engraved into it.

"Never take this off, Arianna," my mother's weak voice echoed in my memory, "It will protect you."

Even while fighting for her own life, she had only worried about protecting me.

I didn't care about Beta Craig's ambition or Lunarcrest's honor. But as I remembered my mother lying frail and unconscious in the healer's ward, I swallowed the pain in my throat and stepped into the carriage.

"I will save you, Mom. No matter what it takes."

The journey to Valtheris Kingdom took hours. When the carriage finally stopped, I saw it.

Valtheris Palace.

The Lycan Kingdom was unlike anything I had ever seen.

Silver towers rose above white stone walls, their peaks disappearing into the clouds.

Royal Guards stood at every entrance, their armour bearing the crest of the Lycan Crown.

This wasn't simply a kingdom. It was the heart of the supernatural world. And somewhere within those walls was the man whose heir I had been brought here to carry.

I stepped outside and immediately realised I wasn't alone.

Dozens of young women stood in the enormous courtyard. All of us had come from different packs and territories across the kingdom.

Some wore elaborate gowns, others were covered in expensive jewellery. They looked like women who had come to win.

A blonde woman nearby stared at me. "Isn't that Beta Craig's bastard daughter?"

Her friend glanced at me.

"She is. That's what the Lunarcrest Pack sent?"

They both laughed, covering their mouths with their palms.

I raised my chin.

"I'm sorry. Were you talking to me?" I asked with a murderous look in my eyes.

Their eyes widened, the laughter died in their throats.

"No," they shook their heads simultaneously.

"Good,” I smiled politely. "Because you should probably be worrying about your own chances of winning instead of my dress."

The blonde girl's expression darkened.

I turned away from them without another word. I hadn't come here to impress anyone. I had come to save my mother.

A sharp voice suddenly cut through the courtyard.

"Candidates!"

Every conversation immediately stopped.

An elegant woman descended the palace steps. Her silver hair was pulled into a neat bun, and her emerald robes marked her as someone of high authority.

The women around me immediately lowered their heads.

"That’s the Royal Steward, Lady Helena," someone whispered.

Lady Helena stopped before us. "Welcome to Valtheris Palace,” her cold gaze swept across the fifty women. "I guess you all know why you are here."

Silence.

"The Crown Prince of Valtheris requires an heir,” she continued. “The royal family will therefore select one woman to become his surrogate bride."

A murmur passed through the crowd.

"Only one of you will remain, while the others will return to their packs,” her expression hardened.

"The selection will take place in two stages. And remember this. The Crown Prince is heir to the Lycan throne. Any candidate who deceives the Crown or violates palace law will be dismissed immediately."

The crowd fell silent.

"Follow me."

We entered the palace and the sight of it was a beauty to behold. But I barely had time to admire it before we reached the Royal Medical Wing.

One by one, we were called inside.

Candidates disappeared behind the bronze doors. Some returned to the waiting lounge relieved, while the majority looked frightened.

No one spoke.

Finally…

"Arianna of the Lunarcrest Pack."

I stood, my legs felt strangely weak with my heart hammering against my ribs.

A maid led me into the examination room where three physicians waited inside.

The oldest one, who seemed to be the chief physician, studied me.

"Arianna."

"Yes."

"Lie down."

I obeyed.

A glowing crystal was placed against my lower abdomen. For several seconds, nothing happened. Then… the crystal flashed violently.

The chief physician frowned. "That's odd," she muttered under her breath.

My heart began to race.

"Run it again."

When the second scan produced the same result, she locked the examination-room door.

“Inform Lady Helena at once,” the chief physician said.

A junior physician immediately walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Silence enveloped the space. The other physicians kept whispering among themselves.

My mouth went dry.“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?"

Before anyone could answer, the heavy bronze doors burst open.

Lady Helena strode in, flanked by royal guards.

"Lady Helena," the chief physician drew a shaken breath. "She might be the one."

Lady Helena's gaze snapped to me. “The one?”

The chief physician swallowed. “Yes, my lady. The woman the Crown has been searching for.” She pointed toward my abdomen. “She has two wombs.”

My heart nearly stopped.

Two wombs?