Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Royal General

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I sealed my rare White Wolf aura and royal identity for three years to repay Alpha Silas for saving my life, secretly building his impoverished pack into prosperity. But instead of gratitude, he brought his mistress Elara to our bedroom, forcing me to sign an Omega downgrade contract. "She has earned her place by my side in the Capital. Not you," Silas announced coldly. When I tried to leave, he crushed my hand under his heavy boot. To solidify her position, Elara poisoned me with wolfsbane, and Silas tortured my face with a silver scourge to extract a false confession of a secret lover. Locked in a silver-wired cage on the carriage ride to the Capital, I bled out and lost the pup I had secretly been carrying. Silas and his mother merely watched with cold indifference. "It is merely a Rogue's bastard pup. It deserves to die," Elara sneered. I gave them everything, using my clandestine royal connections to feed their starving pack, yet they treated me like disposable refuse and killed my unborn child just to elevate a thief. When Silas dragged me before the Lycan King and Queen to publicly execute my supposed lover—who turned out to be the Royal Army's top General and my true fated mate—I finally let my black velvet hood fall. It was time for them to realize the "Omega slave" they had tortured was actually the kingdom's eldest Princess.