His Fake Omega Wife I'm the Alpha Heir

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The Thorne Pack has a sacred rule passed down for over a century:

The direct heirs must conceal their identities and leave the pack to face trials on their own.

Only the descendant who first gives birth to a pureblood Alpha heir is qualified to return and inherit the pack's centuries-old empire.

And I was the first of my generation to get pregnant.

Clutching the bloodline pregnancy report from the doctor, I ran all the way home without even putting on a coat.

With this child, I finally didn't have to hide my identity from Kael anymore.

We didn't have to live this penny-pinching life.

He wouldn't have to stay up all night, worrying about next month's rent for the borderland trading post he had struggled to keep afloat for three years.

But the moment I pushed the door open,

I saw my husband, Kael, the Alpha of the Marlow Pack, holding an Omega on the sofa, kissing her passionately.

The woman, with her clothes half-undone, looked up at me. A triumphant smirk curled on her lips.

Kael let go of her, his tone as casual as if he were talking about the weather. "Elara, let's end our marriage contract."

I quietly stuffed the pregnancy report back into my inner pocket.

He would never know that his Omega wife, the one who had suffered with him at the border and whom everyone looked down upon,

Had the most powerful, unreachable peak pack standing right behind her.

Fine.

Ditch the deadbeat father, keep my pup. See you never.

"The divorce papers are on the table. The pen is right next to them."

Kael leaned back against the sofa, his voice dripping with blatant impatience.

The Omega named Lila slowly fixed her collar, her neck covered in flush-red hickeys.

She sat comfortably in the single armchair I usually sat in, giving me a sideways glance without saying a word, acting as if she were already the mistress of the house.

I walked over and picked up the agreement. Three pages of parchment, packed with words.

The borderland villa went to Kael. All shares of the trading post went to Kael. The savings in the pack account went to Kael. Even the five-year-old off-road pickup truck went to Kael.

I got absolutely nothing.

"I'm leaving empty-handed?"

Kael finally looked up at me, his tone carrying a patronizing generosity.

"I wrote a settlement fee in the contract. Three thousand dollars. It's not a small amount."

Three thousand.

I had been with this man for three years. One thousand dollars a year.

Lila put down her porcelain cup and spoke in a sweet, soft voice.

"Elara, three thousand dollars is enough for you to rent a decent single room near the market."

I stared at her. "When did you get back from Europe?"

"Yesterday," she tilted her head.

"Kael picked me up at the borderland airport. The flight was delayed for four hours, and he stood in the freezing wind for four hours just waiting for me."

Yesterday.

Yesterday, Kael told me he was going to a neighboring pack to negotiate an important mineral deal and had to stay overnight.

Lila stood up, naturally wrapping her arm around Kael's. "Kael told me you are very gentle. He said you wouldn't make things hard for me."

Kael didn't pull away.

In my inner pocket, the pregnancy report pressed against my ribs, sending a sharp ache through my chest.

I had run home, wanting to burst through the door and tell him, Kael, we're having a baby.

You don't have to beg those high-ranking pack managers anymore. You don't have to drink until your stomach bleeds just to get an order. You don't have to walk on eggshells around the main pack's Alphas.

I thought today would be the turning point of our lives.

"Where is the pen?"

Kael pointed to the coffee table.

I squatted down to grab it. From this angle, I could see Lila's hand resting gently on Kael's waist.

As I uncapped the pen, the pregnancy report almost slipped from my pocket. I quickly pressed it down.

"Sign on the last page. Put today's date," Kael's voice drifted down from above.

I signed my fake name: Elara Reed.

I put the pen down and stood up.

"The divorce agreement needs to be notarized by the Pack Council Elders to take effect."

"Tomorrow morning at nine. I'll wait for you at the entrance of the Council," Kael said. He pulled out his phone, unlocked it right in front of me,

And changed my contact name from "Mate" to "Elara Reed."

Then he slid his phone back into his pocket.

Lila leaned her head on his shoulder. "Kael, I want to eat your tomato beef stew."

"Sure, I'll make it right now."

Kael actually turned and walked into the kitchen.

For three years, he had never cooked a single meal for me.

I had asked him before if he knew how to cook. He said Alphas were born to fight for their careers, and that he would burn even a piece of toast.

But now, the way he tied the apron was smoother than the way he tied his neckties.

Lila shrugged at me. "Elara, don't just stand there. Pack your things and go. I'm having this place renovated tomorrow. I saw your old clothesthey're pretty ragged. Don't bother taking them. They're too rough to even use as cleaning rags."

I went to the bedroom, grabbed my ID, and packed a small cloth bag containing a few old things I had brought with me from my familynothing related to Kael.

As I passed the kitchen on my way out, Kael was chopping tomatoes, the knife thudding against the cutting board. He didn't look up.

As I was changing into my boots at the door, Lila followed and leaned against the doorframe.

"Elara, I don't know if I should say this."

"Spit it out."

"When Kael was with me, he never sighed. But during these three years with you, I heard him sigh so many times over the phone," she looked down, her voice soft. "Maybe you two just weren't meant to be."

I looked at her.

Kael sighed because his trading post's cash flow was blocked, his business partners broke their contracts, and creditors almost cornered him at the territory's border.

Every single crisis was quietly settled by me behind his back. After he finished sighing and went to sleep, the problem would be resolved the next morning. He always smiled and said he was just lucky.

"You're right," I bent down to tighten my boot laces. "We weren't meant to be."

The moment the door shut, Lila's voice drifted out from inside.

"Kael, let's change the door passcode. I want to set it to our anniversary."

I moved into a small, three-hundred-dollar-a-month single room near the market.

It was next to a barbecue shop. The smell of grease and cheap tobacco smoke drifted in through the window cracks.

I sat on the hard wooden bed and stared at the pregnancy report for a long time.

Two clear bloodline runes on the paper indicated a healthy Alpha pup.

My phone rang. It was Kael.

"Elara, you haven't cancelled your access to my secondary card yet."

"I'll do it tomorrow when we go to the Pack Council."

"Fine."

Just as I was about to hang up, Lila's voice came from his end.

"Kael, does she still have the keys to the villa? I saw them in her bag last time."

Kael paused. "Bring the keys, too."

"Anything else?"

"That's all for now."

The call disconnected.

My screen was still lit, showing three years of chat history between Kael and me.

The very first message he sent was: Elara, thank you for helping me out today.

That day, he was negotiating with a mine owner who suddenly raised the price, leaving Kael sweating with anxiety.

I happened to be there. I casually pointed out a flaw in the ore's grade, and the owner signed the contract on the spot.

Kael didn't know that the mine owner was actually a subordinate merchant under the Thorne Pack.

He only knew that his Omega wife worked as a cashier at a grocery store in the market, making thirty-five hundred dollars a month, barely getting by.

For three years of marriage, I had maintained this persona.

The next morning, Kael's mother called.

"Elara, have you packed your trash yet?"

"I'm in the middle of it."

"Don't bother bringing those cheap clothes of yours. Oh, by the way, Lila said that cured venison jerky you made before tasted pretty good. She wants the recipe."

I had made cured venison jerky for three years, and Kael took it to work every day. His mother had never praised it once.

"No."

"Why are you being so difficult?" my former mother-in-law's voice instantly sharpened. "You two are already divorced, and you're still being so petty? Do you know who Lila is? Asking for your recipe is doing you a favor."

"Who is she then?"

"Her parents run a cross-continental trading business in Europe. Do you think everyone is like you, working as a cashier in a market?"

She lowered her voice. "To be honest, I wasn't happy when Kael married you. You were hardworking these past three years, but people climb higher. Kael's business is taking off now. You can't keep up with him."

"Lila and Kael were classmates at a European business school. They belong together. Now that she's back, stop blocking her path."

Last year, Kael almost went bankrupt because of a bad debt and couldn't even pay his workers' wages.

It was me who used my family's channels to recover that debt.

Kael thought the other party had found their conscience and paid it back voluntarily. He came back, held me tight, and happily said we were so lucky.

"I'm not giving her the recipe. Anything else?"

Kael's mother hung up in a rage.

Half an hour later, Kael sent a message: My mom said you had a terrible attitude. We're already over, don't make it look so ugly.

I didn't reply.

I placed my phone face down on the bed and gently pressed my hand against my lower belly.

In three months, I would start showing. By then, I would return to the Thorne Pack as the sole heir who had conceived a child, taking over everything.

Kael's hard-earned trading post was valued at three million dollars. In the territory of the Thorne Pack, that wasn't even worth a fraction of a single mining division.

In the afternoon, I went to a clinic to register my pregnancy. While waiting in line, my phone rang again.

It was Lila, calling from Kael's phone.

"Elara, sorry to bother you. I found a bottle of fertility herbs in our old bedroom. I wanted to ask if they're yours or if they were left by the previous owner?"

Fertility herbs.

The ones I used when we were trying to conceive.

I clenched my phone tightly.

"Throw them away. They're expired."

"Okay. Oh, Kael wanted me to ask when you're going to cancel the secondary card."

"Tomorrow."

"Great. Bye!"

After hanging up, my hands were shaking.

Not out of anger, but from a sudden, unexplainable wave of panic.

Lila had found the herbs.

Could she have guessed something?

The day my pregnancy report came out, I sat on the clinic hallway bench, lost in thought.

The doctor said everything was perfect. The pup's bloodline was incredibly purea strong Alpha pup. He told me to get plenty of rest and nutrition.

The words the baby is very healthy repeated in my mind.

"Elara?"

I looked up. Lila was standing at the end of the hallway, holding a bag of fruit.

She smiled and walked over. "What a coincidence. You come to this clinic too?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Visiting a friend." She sat next to me, her eyes casually scanning my hands.

I immediately flipped the pregnancy report over, but her eyes had already caught something.

"OB-GYN?" Lila's tone instantly changed, losing its sweet warmth.

She stared straight into my face.

"Elara, you aren't... pregnant, are you?"

I stood up. "Lila, that's none of your business."

"Of course it's my business," she stood up too. "If it's Kael's child, then it's my business."

There were pack members walking back and forth in the hallway. She lowered her voice and leaned close to me.

"Are you planning to hide the pregnancy and give birth in secret? And then what? Use the pup to blackmail Kael and force him back to you?"

"I don't need to blackmail anyone."

"But Kael won't want this child," Lila said with absolute certainty.

"He told me his children should only be born into a complete family. And in that family, there is no room for you."

"Did he tell you that?"

"He tells me everything." Lila pulled out her phone and played a voice note.

Kael's voice came out of the speaker:

Lila, once this busy season is over, we'll have our wedding. We'll figure out the rest later. Just settle in and don't worry.

"Hear that? He's already planning our wedding. Running around pregnant now will only make everyone think you're desperately clinging to him."

I took a deep breath.

Looking at my reaction, Lila seemed to confirm her suspicions.

"Elara, I have a suggestion. Get an abortion and go your own way. I won't tell Kael, and I won't tell anyone else."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'll tell him myself. What do you think he'll do once he knows?"

She pulled an envelope from her bag and handed it to me.

"What's this?"

"Open it and see."

Inside the envelope was a pregnancy report. Lila's name was written at the top, dated two weeks ago.

It clearly stated: Intrauterine pregnancy, 7 weeks, stable bloodline.

"I'm pregnant too." Lila lost her smile and looked at me seriously.

"Kael already knows. He's thrilled. He bought a ton of pregnancy supplies."

"So, do you get it now? His firstborn can only be mine."

I stared at the pregnancy report.

Seven weeks.

Lila had just returned to North America yesterday. Seven weeks ago, she was still in Europe.

Yet, this report was stamped by a local clinic in our city, dated two weeks ago.

The timeline made absolutely no sense.

But I didn't expose her on the spot.

Now wasn't the time.

"Think about it," Lila patted my shoulder. "Before things get ugly."

She turned and walked away.

I clenched the fake pregnancy report, my fingertips turning cold.

Lila, what game are you playing?

At ten the next morning, Kael showed up at the door of my rented room.

"I know."

He stood outside, his face showing a complex mix of emotionsnot anger, but more of a patronizing pity.

"Know what?"

"Your pregnancy. Lila told me."

She really didn't keep her word.

Kael walked in, scanned the tiny room that was barely a hundred square feet, and frowned.

"Elara, what are you going to do about the baby?"

"I'm keeping it."

"And then what?" His voice rose a bit. "With your thirty-five hundred dollar salary, you can barely feed yourself."

"You don't need to worry about my life."

"I'm worrying about my own."

Kael sat on the only plastic chair in the room, clasping his hands.

"Lila is pregnant too, you know. She's further along than youseven weeks."

"She showed me the report."

"Right," Kael nodded.

"My stance is clear. My firstborn should be with Lila. This child of yours... it's not a good idea."

"Kael, are you sure you want me to kill your child?"

"We've already ended our marriage contract. Even if this child is born, growing up in a single-parent home isn't good for anyone."

He stood up. "Get rid of it. I'll pay for the surgery and the recovery. Is five thousand dollars enough?"

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

It was Kael's mother.

She walked in carrying a paper bag, looking around the room with pure disgust.

"You're living in a dump like this?" She threw the bag onto the table.

"There's two thousand dollars in there for the procedure. Plus the three thousand from Kael, that's five thousand. It's enough for you to start over."

"I said, I'm keeping the baby."

My former mother-in-law's face instantly darkened.

"Elara, don't be ungrateful. You know Lila's background. She is Kael's rightful mate. You, carrying a bastard child..."

"This isn't a bastard. It's Kael's child."

"If my son doesn't acknowledge it, it isn't," Kael's mother yelled. "You think you can leech off our family just because you're pregnant?"

Kael didn't stop his mother. He leaned against the wall, looking down at his phone.

"Elara, I'm saying this for the last time," Kael said without looking up. "Get the abortion, and we'll part ways peacefully. If you don't, I will petition the Pack Council for a bloodline test and fight for custody. I have a house and a trading post. You have nothing. The Elders will grant custody to me."

"And then, I'll let Lila raise the child."

Let Lila raise my child.

Those words were like an ice-tipped dagger plunging straight into my heart.

Kael's mother shoved me. "Did you hear that? Don't think a pregnancy is leverage. You're nothing to us."

Kael's phone screen lit up. A Snapchat message from Lila popped up. I caught a glimpse of it:

Kael, is it handled? I bought your favorite cheesecake.

Kael quickly typed a reply, locked his phone, and looked up at me, waiting for my answer.

His mother stood beside him with her arms crossed, looking like a warden.

I reached down and touched my belly.

This child was the sole heir of the Thorne Pack's current generation, a bloodline the entire clan had waited over a decade for.

Kael wanted to fight for custody?

He had no idea what kind of existence he was challenging.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in three years.

It connected after just one ring.

"Dad, come pick me up. I'm pregnant."