Omega No More: The White Wolf of Wintermoon

From the back cover

I was the unshifted Omega of the Blood Moon Pack, treated like a servant by my family. But I thought I at least had the love of my betrothed, Kaelen, our future Alpha.

That was until I found the secret letters hidden in his combat scrolls.

He wrote that claiming a useless Omega like me was just a temporary gambit to make Seraphina, the Gamma's golden daughter, jealous.

At the pack's celebratory feast, Kaelen publicly humiliated me. He handed the sacred stag's heart—a symbol meant for his Luna—directly to Seraphina, while the high-ranking wolves laughed at my starving, frail body.

When I tried to walk away, he unleashed his crushing Alpha Command to force me to my knees.

Worse, my own father grabbed a heavy hunting whip and lashed my back, furious that I couldn't keep my mate's favor and ruined our family's chance to rise in rank.

For eighteen years, I endured their beatings and Kaelen's poisonous lies, believing my bones were simply too broken to Shift.

I didn't understand why my own blood treated me like a contagion, or why the male who promised to protect me threw me away like garbage.

But as the whip tore through my skin, something ancient and freezing woke up inside my blood.

On the day of the military blood pact, I secretly crossed out the elite Vanguard and bound my soul to the freezing, brutal North.

When Kaelen finally realized his mistake and came begging in the snow, I looked down at him with the glowing silver eyes of a legendary White Wolf.

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