From Rejected Omega To The Supreme Luna

Four years ago, I walked into liquid silver fire to drag the Alpha heir out of a burning wreck.

The silver melted the skin off my back, leaving me a topographic nightmare of scars, while my inner wolf went dormant to survive the pain.

I thought my sacrifice meant something.

But when Julian finally woke from his coma, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at my burns with pure disgust.

"Who let this broken Omega in here?" he sneered.

He pulled Estelle—the woman who had fled the scene without a scratch—into his arms.