His Omega, Never again

I had a dream.

In it, I stood at the altar in a white gown, Noah gently holding my hand, his forehead resting against mine.

He was my Alpha, my husband by the laws of the pack, and the only one I thought would stay.

“Sadie,” he whispered, “once you’re carrying our pup, I’ll announce to the world that marrying you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me.”

Back then, I believed him.

I was just a low-born Omega, but I dared to think I was enough for the most powerful Alpha of the North.

Until the day that dream shattered like fragile glass.

“I want a divorce.”

That’s what Noah Greaves, Alpha heir to the Greaves bloodline, told me—calmly, clinically—across his office desk.

I clutched a folded ultrasound report in my coat pocket. I had just come from the healer’s hut. Six weeks along. Our pup, finally.

“What… did you say?”

“I said,” he repeated, adjusting his silver cufflinks, “we should get a divorce. This arrangement has run its course.”

My mind went blank.

“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out. “Six weeks. I had the scan this morning.”

For a moment, just a flicker, something cracked in his expression. But it vanished as quickly as it came.

“Then get rid of it.”

The words didn’t register at first.

“You—what?”

Noah stood, towering above me with the cold control of a born Alpha. His pheromones hummed through the air like frostbite.

“Don’t try to trap me, Sadie. We both know this marriage was a transaction. Don’t make this messier than it needs to be.”

“We’ve been married for two years. You said—”

“I said what I had to,” he snapped. “To shut my mother up. To keep the Council quiet. But I never said I loved you.”

He stepped closer.

“And I never said I wanted your pup.”

Before I could process anything, the office door opened.

Aria Linford walked in—the very picture of a gentle, elegant Omega.

Pale blue dress, soft curls, and a face I had seen too many times in Noah’s old photographs.

His ex.

His “true mate.”

Her voice was soft. “You two are still fighting?”

I could barely breathe. “Why are you here?”

Aria cast her gaze down. “I never wanted to come between you. But you two… it’s not working. And I can’t keep pretending we weren’t meant to be.”

“I’m carrying his child!” I screamed, shoving the ultrasound into her hands.

She glanced at it, then smiled faintly. “Are you sure it’s his?”

My hand struck her across the face before I even realized it.

Noah shoved me back, fury lighting his eyes. “Have you lost your mind?!”

He shielded Aria with his body.

That was the moment I knew. It was over.

I ran through the rain, cradling my belly like it was the last real thing I had left.

I didn’t even feel the cold.

But fate hadn’t finished with me yet.

The alley was dark. The blow came fast. I collapsed against the stone, the pain in my abdomen sharp, searing.

I was bleeding.

“No…” I gasped, fingers trembling as I pulled out my phone.

I called him.

One ring. Two. No answer.

I tried again.

This time, someone picked up.

“Noah—please—I’m bleeding. Our baby—save us—”

Silence.

Then a woman’s voice, soft and sweet as poison:

“Sadie, you poor thing. I hope next time you stay dead.”

It was Aria.

I woke seven days later in a place I didn’t recognize.

“She’s stabilizing,” a voice said. Calm. Female.

“Stronger than I thought,” said another—deeper, male.

I opened my eyes.

A woman in a white cloak leaned over me. Her badge bore a silver vine sigil.

“You’re safe now,” she said gently. “I’m Rima Solas. Omega. High-ranking tribal healer.”

I blinked. “Where—my baby—”

Rima nodded. “Still with you. Still fighting. It was your pup’s spiritual surge that saved you. You both would’ve died otherwise.”

My throat closed up. “He’s… awake?”

“More than that,” she said. “He stabilized your entire nervous system in utero. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

She handed me a spiritual resonance chart. Twin pulses—one mine, one glowing in silver and gold.

“Your child carries the Silvertail bloodline,” she said softly. “The mark of the Moon’s heir.”

That’s when another figure stepped into the tent.

He was tall, cloaked in silver and black, long white hair framing a face full of gravity.

“Alric Nyven,” he said. “Delta. Elder Council Executor.”

My skin crawled.

“We’re not here to hurt you, Sadie,” he said. “We’re here for your child.”

I stared. “Why?”

“You are a descendant of the Silvertail line—wolves once chosen by Lunara herself. Your child… may be the first Spiritborne in centuries.”

My blood turned to ice.

“So the attack…”

“Yes.” Alric’s eyes darkened. “They knew.”

I looked down at my belly.

So did Noah.

And he still chose to leave me to die.

That was the moment I stopped waiting to be saved.

I’d already died once for love.

Now I’d rise—for war.