“I spent three days perfecting a custom cake for my Alpha husband's thirtieth birthday. Instead of thanking me, he looked at me with disgust and ordered a servant to throw my hard work into the trash. His mother publicly mocked me as a dirty, wolfless Omega, and the entire ballroom laughed. Then, his supposed savior, Sloane, appeared, flaunting a diamond bracelet he had just gifted her. When I pleaded for him to defend me as his Luna, he growled at me to stop embarrassing myself. Sloane then faked a stumble, pushing me backward until my head smashed violently against a marble fountain. As I lay bleeding on the floor, the last thing I saw before blacking out was my husband scooping her into his arms, not even glancing back at me. For three years, I had endured his contempt, believing I was just a useless, subservient wife acquired through a contract. I didn't understand why he hated me so much, or why I let him break my heart over and over again. But that heavy blow to my head shattered a three-year-old dam in my mind. Waking up in the hospital, the fog of amnesia was gone. I wasn't a weak, nameless Omega. I was Aurora Montgomery, a genius hacker and the sole heir to a billionaire Pack empire. When Cade walked into my room demanding I apologize to Sloane, I stood up and looked him dead in the eye. "I, Aurora Montgomery, reject you."”