Broken Bonds: The Rise of the White Wolf

As the pack's Omega cleaner, I was invisible. I spent my days scrubbing floors, clutching a cheap moonstone in my pocket—the only proof that Marcus Thorne, the billionaire Alpha, had once touched me.

I was his fated Mate. I thought he just needed time to realize it.

But the night of the Alpha Ball wasn't a fairy tale; it was an execution.

Isabelle, his scheming assistant, dropped classified documents at my feet and screamed "Traitor!"

I waited for Marcus to sense our bond. I waited for him to save me. Instead, his eyes turned cold as ice.

He didn't just believe her; he destroyed me.