The Rejected Omega Is Actually The White Wolf

I jumped into the freezing Hudson River. Not to kill myself, but to save the only thing I had left—my father's Medal of Valor, which Krystal had thrown into the water like a stick for a dog.

I clawed my way up the muddy bank, lungs burning, shivering violently. I looked up at the villa balcony, hoping my Fated Mate, Jaxon, would be looking for me.

He wasn't.

He was wrapping his arms around Krystal, watching the artificial meteor shower he had arranged just for her.

"Anything for you, my love," he said, completely forgetting I was drowning in the dark below.