The Wolfless Omega Was the Lycan King’s Daughter
I spent five years taking the blame for a truth that could have destroyed my Alpha.
In Blackthorn Pack, everyone mocked me as the wolfless Omega who couldn’t bear an heir. They said I was unfit to be Luna. They said Adrian Hale should cast me aside for a stronger woman.
What none of them knew was that Adrian was the infertile one.
I burned the report myself and let the whole pack shame me for his weakness.
I gave up my studies, my pride, and everything I loved to protect him.
Then his mistress got pregnant.
And I heard the truth with my own ears.
“She has no wolf, no pack, no one to stand up for her. Even if she makes a scene, the Elders’ Council won’t take her side.”
That was the moment I understood. For power, for bloodline, for status, Adrian had already chosen Lydia Ashcroft, the Alpha’s daughter carrying a child he couldn’t possibly have fathered.
So I severed our mate bond.
I took nothing from him except the look on his face when he opened the medical report I left behind.
Patient: Adrian Hale. Diagnosis: congenital azoospermia. Infertile.
What Adrian never knew was that I was never wolfless.
I was the lost daughter of a Lycan King.
And in my bloodline, a wolf does not awaken until her family calls her home.
The one who could never have children was never me.
It was the man who begged the world to believe otherwise.