“I was the anomaly. The Glover heiress who never shifted. To my fated mate, Alpha Bryant, I was lower than an Omega-I was his servant. When his mistress, Kalia, pushed me into the freezing lake, I screamed for him. I felt the mate bond pull, begging him to save me. But Bryant looked right at my flailing body, turned his back, and swam to save the woman who had pushed me. He didn't stop there. To "teach me submission," he locked me in a silver-coated cell that burned my skin like acid, all because Kalia lied about a stomach ache. He watched her burn my dead mother's journals. He let her slap me until I bled. He told me I was a genetic dead end, a defect that needed to be erased. I lay in the dark, my bones broken and my heart shattered, wondering why the Moon Goddess hated me. But she didn't hate me. She was preparing me. Bryant thought he had broken me. He didn't know that the man who pulled me from the water wasn't a rogue, but the Lycan King. And he certainly didn't expect me to walk into his gala, hand in hand with the King, and unleash the power of the White Wolf to burn his entire dynasty to the ground.”