A Wolf Shifter Omegaverse MM Mpreg Romance - The barren omega he cast aside #980665

Twenty-six years they called me barren. Twenty-six years I believed them. Then my mate came home from the high country, climbed the Alpha's stone, and made the worst mistake of his life.
I was Wren Hale. Cook. Cousin's son. The quiet omega at the edge of every firelight, kept small on a cup of bitter tea my mother begged into me before she died. When the moon bound me to Theron Vale at sixteen, I tucked the bond away with everything else I wasn't supposed to want, and I waited ten years for him to look at me.
He looked. And then, in front of three hundred wolves, he called me an error and cut the moon's word away.
I came apart on a cookhouse floor that night.
I should have stayed broken.
But the cage I'd been raised in was built on a lie. Off the suppressant for the first time in my life, I'm starting to scent like the cold north. To remember a hall that burned thirty years before I was born. A bloodline the hunters thought they'd hunted to ash. A grandfather in a high keep twelve days north who has spent three decades dreaming of the wolf who could lay alphas down with one word.
That wolf was barren.
That wolf is coming back with teeth.
And when Theron Vale comes crawling — and he will come crawling — he'll have to do it in the light. On the same stone. In front of every wolf who watched him do the wrong thing standing up.
He'll have to do it before the dawn.
Because the hunter at the border has scented me too.
And he is not coming alone.
A grovel rejected-mate wolf shifter omegaverse MM mpreg romance — hidden royal bloodline, consent-sacred slow burn, an omega with real spine, public groveling on the same ground he was renounced, hunters at the gate, an heir no one believed could be born, and a scarred, earned HEA.
The omega they called barren was never barren. He was just biding his time.