All Chapters of HER FATED MATE IS AN OMEGA: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The person Elara had been accurately trying to protect all this time wasn't herself. She wasn't saving her own reputation from a scandalous affair with a servant. She was protecting Silas from an execution squad all along. He tried to control his anger as his mind spun out of orbit. The realization hit him like a physical blow to the solar plexus: the entire omega movement, the political forum Elara had started, the laws she was trying to force through the council, she hadn't done any of it out of some grand, altruistic sense of justice for the lower hierarchy or because of what she passed through living as a disguised omega for twelve years. She had started a literal national revolution just to create a world where she could openly claim her guard. He remembered how awfully, sickeningly close they always were. Every time he tried to touch Elara, Silas was there, watching like a hawk under the guise of duty. And then, the worst part. His mind flashed back to the elevator inci

The engagement day arrived the way all unavoidable things do, quietly, without drama, slipping in through the morning light as if it were nothing more than a Tuesday.The White House had been awake since before dawn.Staff moved through the corridors in organised streams, arms full of florals and linen and the kind of soft panic that only occurs when an event has been planned to within an inch of its life and everyone is terrified of the one inch that has not. The east gardens had been dressed overnight, ivory draping threaded through the hedgerows, long banquet tables arranged beneath white canopies that caught the early breeze and swelled gently outward like sails. Crystal caught the morning light and threw it in every direction. Caterers moved in and out of the service entrance with the focused efficiency of a military operation, silver trays stacked high, the smell of slow-roasted lamb and poached pears and warm bread already bleeding out into the open air before the first guest

The cameras exploded in a rapid, synchronized frenzy.She pulled back just an inch, her breath uneven as she stared into his cold, unmoving eyes. "Please smile," she whispered under her breath, her voice trembling beneath the weight of her desperation. "It's a beautiful day for me, Silas. Don't ruin it."Silas forced his jaw to unlock, pulling the corners of his mouth upward into a stiff, practiced smile that didn't reach his eyes. He wrapped a rigid arm around Beatrice's waist, pulling her close to his side as the cameras continued to whirr around them."Thank you," Beatrice muttered under her breath, her posture instantly relaxing against him as they crossed the threshold into the grand reception hall.The moment the heavy double doors swung open, a wall of sound hit them. A massive sea of dignitaries, military officials, and high-society families sat at tiered banquet tables, their faces illuminated by the constant, blinding flash of media cameras.The Master of Ceremonies stood a

There was a huge, roaring applause the moment she stopped talking. The clapping rolled through the grand hall in waves, some delegates cheering with genuine fervor while others joined in out of sheer political obligation, stunned by the sheer weight of her presence. As the ovation slowly died down, Elara turned her head, her sharp eyes finding her father standing near the upper tier."I am going to provide a stable government for my people," she said, her voice dropping into a deep, steady cadence that resonated across the room. "The people that my father will entrust me with in the future. Everyone deserves to have a place in my government. Too much discrimination is the reason why a young Alpha bullies a full-grown Omega with the mind that he has superiority over them. That is not disrespect. How can respect be based entirely on where you stand in the order? How do we move this nation forward? Let's call for change!!!"The crowd erupted again, the word ‘change’ echoing against the

Silas simply bowed his head, accepting the decree. Within minutes, the shocking news traveled like wildfire, whispering through the grand corridors and echoing across the entire palace grounds: ‘The Commander had been stripped of his title.’Silas hurried all the way back to his quarters, his blood boiling, the sheer humiliation and confusion burning through his veins. Beatrice trailed closely behind him, bursting into the room right on his heels."What is wrong with that woman?!" she demanded, pacing the floor in agitation. "How can she just relieve you of your duties like that? It makes no sense!""She's right," Silas muttered flatly.He didn't mean it, but he desperately needed to shut Beatrice up. She was the absolute last person he wanted to discuss Elara with. He knew deep down that there had to be a reason behind Elara’s cold, calculated cruelty, and he was dying to find out what it was, if only she would give him the chance.But as the reality of the situation began to settle