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Rejected Omega: Awakening of the Legendary White Wolf

Rejected Omega: Awakening of the Legendary White Wolf

I was the lowest Omega of the Silver Moon Pack, treated like dirt and expected to scrub floors while Liam, the new Alpha, prepared for his succession ceremony on my eighteenth birthday. At the stroke of midnight, the fated mate bond suddenly struck us. The future Alpha was my destined mate, but instead of accepting me, he looked at my dirty clothes with pure disgust. He publicly rejected me in front of hundreds of pack members and visiting delegates. "I cannot be tied to a weak, pathetic Omega," he declared, pulling the Beta's daughter close. I was forced to accept the rejection, the snapping bond tearing my soul apart. No one offered help as I convulsed on the floor. I underwent a torturous first shift and was thrown out into the freezing snow like garbage. I thought my life was over, condemned to die alone. But when I looked at my reflection in the frozen pond, I froze. I was a flawless, glowing White Wolf—a legendary bloodline thought to be extinct for centuries. How could a worthless Omega like me possess the sacred power of the Moon Goddess? Before I could process this, a terrifyingly powerful man stepped out of the dark woods. It was Alpha Kael of the ruthless Blood Eclipse Pack, a monster known for wiping out entire bloodlines. He draped his heavy coat over my shivering body, and a new, fiery mate bond instantly ignited in my chest. "Found you," he whispered, his eyes turning pitch black. "My little white wolf."
The Substitute Bride Who Stole the Alpha's Cold Heart

The Substitute Bride Who Stole the Alpha's Cold Heart

For eighteen years, the Sinclair family kept me locked in their attic, treating me worse than a stray dog while their precious daughter lived like a princess. Then, they suddenly barged into my room with a desperate demand: I had to take her place and marry Alpha Brandon Ewing. He was known across the Dominion as a disfigured, crippled monster who would undoubtedly torture and kill a wolfless Omega like me within a week. The Sinclairs didn't care. They planned to let me die, then extort his pack for compensation in the name of grief. When I arrived at the Alpha's magnificent estate, his staff immediately tried to humiliate me. "Latecomers must enter through the servants' passage," the head housekeeper sneered, pointing to a rusted dog door. The elite guests laughed, waiting for me to break down in tears and crawl on my knees. They all thought I was just a pathetic sacrifice, a weak pawn meant to be broken and discarded by everyone. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. I didn't cry. Instead, I calmly extorted twenty million dollars from the Sinclairs, walked up to the Alpha's impenetrable iron gates, and ripped a one-ton granite statue from the ground. With a single swing, I smashed their grand entrance to pieces. I stepped over the ruins, ready to show my terrifying new husband exactly what kind of beast he had just married.
The Unwanted Mate: Her Secret White Wolf Identity

The Unwanted Mate: Her Secret White Wolf Identity

My Alpha husband stood in the hospital room, his eyes cold as ice. He wasn't there to comfort our daughter; he was there to harvest her. "Take her essence," he commanded the doctors without a shred of hesitation. "Timothy needs the transfusion. He is the future Alpha. Your daughter is just a useless runt." I screamed, clutching the hem of his suit, begging him to stop. I tried to tell him that our little Lily wasn't weak—she was a late bloomer because she carried the rare, powerful blood of the White Wolf. But Jaimen didn't care. He used the Alpha Voice to paralyze me. "I command you to silence yourself, Omega." I was forced to stand frozen, a prisoner in my own body, as they drained my three-year-old daughter dry. She died screaming in agony, sacrificed to save Timothy, the sickly son he had with his mistress, Ivanna. With Lily's body still warm on the bed, Jaimen looked at me with pure disgust and severed our mate bond. "I reject you. Get this trash out of my territory." I was dragged out to the borderlands and beaten to death in the mud, clutching a cheap locket, while he celebrated saving his "heir." He didn't know the truth. He didn't know that he had just murdered a prodigy to save a lie. Three years later, he finally ran a DNA test on his beloved Timothy. The results showed zero match to the Alpha line, but a perfect match to a filthy Rogue. That night, the Alpha went mad. And I watched from the afterlife as he slaughtered everyone involved, begging a ghost for forgiveness that would never come.