Dumped Omega? Now Their Alpha King Begs at My Feet novel Chapter 20

Valerie's POV

Evelyn and Richard led me through the sprawling estate, a place that felt more like a palace than a home. They showed me the rooms they had kept for me, perfectly preserved, untouched for eighteen years.

A bedroom painted with faded pink stars on the ceiling, filled with toys I had never played with. A beautiful wooden rocking horse with a silver mane. A closet full of small, immaculate dresses I had never worn.

It was a beautiful, heartbreaking tour of a life I should have had, a museum of a lost childhood. Every room was a silent testament to their enduring love and grief.

Then they showed me the gifts they had prepared to welcome me home, to give me the power and status of their heir.

First, Richard took me to the family armory. It was a vast, climate-controlled vault filled with gleaming, masterfully crafted silver weapons—swords, daggers, and even custom firearms. The air smelled of oil and cold steel.

"A Silver Crown Alpha must be able to protect herself against any threat," he said, his voice filled with a fierce, paternal pride as he handed me a perfectly balanced silver dagger. "This was your great-grandmother's blade. She fought off three rogues with it on her own." The weight of it felt strangely familiar in my hand.

Next, they gave me access to the family's financial accounts and vast corporate resources. It was a fortune so vast I couldn't even comprehend the numbers on the screen. Richard showed me the impact of their wealth. "This foundation controls three major hospitals," he explained, "and this research grant is developing new agricultural technologies to feed struggling packs." It wasn't just luxury; it was responsibility.

To see my secret work, my hidden soul, displayed on this scale, revered and collected by my own family who had no idea it was me... it was a profound, shocking, and deeply validating moment. I remembered sketching one of the very jackets Evelyn was touching, huddled in my cold room, dreaming that one day a warrior Luna would wear it.

My own family had been revering my secret work all along, seeing the real me without even knowing it.

My fingers trembled as I reached out to touch the familiar, intricate silver-leaf stitching on a leather shoulder guard I had designed just six months ago.