She Cried Rape, but I’m the Female Alpha
"He forced me! That night, he got me pregnant."
Before the Werewolf High Council, at a public trial livestreamed for the world to see, a low-ranking Omega named Selena cradled her belly and accused me.
"I tried to fight back, but I was utterly paralyzed by his Alpha presence. He broke the leg of someone who tried to stop him!"
Outside the Council hall, furious protesters brandished signs, their shouts branding me a monster who couldn't think past his dick.
Online, every comment section was flooded with the same demand: "Execute that monster Alpha!"
The stock of the Blackstone Group, the empire I built from nothing, plummeted.
Even the elders I myself had elevated were now clawing over one another to strip me of my Alpha title.
When the Chairman brought down his gavel, I stepped forward, slowly raising my hands to unbutton my shirt.
"I am a female Alpha."
"So please, tell me, in front of the entire werewolf world, how exactly did I get you pregnant with something I don't have?"