The Rejected Omega: Rise of the White Wolf

I was the dust beneath the pack's feet, an Omega nobody wanted. Yet, the Moon Goddess paired me with Ethan Reed, the Alpha heir. He told me he had amnesia, that he couldn't feel our bond. I was foolish enough to wait for him.

Until I saw him running away with his mistress, Chloe. When their SUV flipped and caught fire on the highway, I didn't hesitate. I dragged Ethan from the wreckage, my hands bleeding, my heart racing. But as soon as he was safe, he didn't check on me.

"Save her!" He roared, his eyes flashing gold. He used the Alpha Command. My body locked up, forced to obey against my will. I dove back into the burning car to drag Chloe out, shattering my leg as the fuel tank exploded.

I lay in the dirt, dying, while Ethan cradled Chloe—who had barely a scratch. When the healers arrived, Ethan stood over me, cold and indifferent. "Do not touch the Omega until Chloe is treated," he ordered.

He looked me in the eye and called me weak. He left me to bleed out in the cold night air for the sake of a woman who smirked at my pain. Something inside me snapped. With my last breath, I didn't beg. I rejected him.

They buried an empty coffin the next morning. Three years later, I walked back into the Blood Moon Pack. I wasn't Ava the servant anymore. I was the White Wolf. And I was ready to burn his kingdom to the ground.