The Broken Omega Awakens As The Alpha's White Death

I was the lowest Omega of the Blood Moon Pack, scrubbing the castle's cold marble floors until my hands bled.

On my eighteenth birthday, the ruthless Alpha Kaelen returned from war. The moment our eyes met, the fated mate bond flared between us.

But instead of accepting me, he looked at my bruises and dirty rags with utter disgust.

"I, Kaelen, reject you, Elara, as my mate."

He announced it coldly in front of the jeering nobles. To save his pride, he didn't just break my heart. He ordered his guards to throw me into the dark dungeon and bind me with heavy silver chains.