The Rejected Luna Is the Hidden Heiress

"I could never choose an Omega like Ava."

Damon's voice was absolute ice as he cradled his mistress. "In our world, no one believes an Omega woman can lead a pack. They're meant to be protected, marked, locked in bedrooms pumping out heirs, not standing at the negotiation table redrawing the map of power."

Ava stared down at the thousand-dollar lingerie clinging to her skin, the sick realization crashing over her: the Alpha who once called her his treasure had only ever seen a tool for his bloodline.

Heart in shards, she walked into the driving rain with nothing but a few crumpled bills in her pocket.

Then her phone rang.

"Ava Crawford, you are the female heir to the strongest pack on the East Coast. Welcome home."

But the instant she set foot inside Crawford territory, rejection flashed like a blade. "An Omega as heir? Take a million and vanish, or name Lucas Alpha."

Claws flexed, closing in-until a voice cracked through the hall like thunder.

"Bloodmoon Pack, the mightiest of them all, welcomes Luna Ava Crawford."

Adrian sat like a king, his gaze pinning her, dark, feral, thrumming with raw power. "If wolves can't accept Omegas... if we can't accept strong females... then our kind is already extinct."

Ava didn't blink. Stubborn fire blazed behind her eyes as she slid her hand into his.

"I'll marry you."

Can Ava shatter the pack's iron hierarchy and prove an Omega can rule?

When Damon crashes to his knees in regret, and Adrian offers an alliance even deeper than marriage... what choice will she make?