How a Low Omega Becomes a Royal Princess

I gave up everything for love—my royal title, my family, my future as the heir to the rare and powerful ice bloodline. All of it was worth it, or so I believed, for Alpha Gabriel of the Ironclaw Pack. He was my world, the man I thought I’d spend forever with.

I’d even envisioned the perfect moment to share my news with him. I was carrying his child. I’d planned to propose, to finally make us a family in every sense. But fate can be cruel. My dreams shattered with a single truth.

On the day I hoped to celebrate our future, I learned that Gabriel had already decided his own. He’d announced his engagement to another—Charlotte, the daughter of an Alpha. The pack thought they could fool me, keep the truth hidden. But I knew. I always knew.

The worst came a week later. Alone and heartbroken, I lost the child I had hoped would bind us together. A miscarriage, they said. But I remembered the pain vividly—the sharp, relentless agony as I begged through our mind-link.

"Please, Gabriel… save our baby." My voice, weak and desperate, had echoed into silence. He never came. He never cared.

That was the moment I realized there was nothing left for me here. The only path was to leave. Yet life, in its cruel irony, wasn’t done with me. Just as I found solace—healing in the arms of another, my true fated mate—another storm of betrayal struck.

"I will never acknowledge you as my mate, you traitor!"