Rejected By The Alpha For An Omega

From the back cover

For three years, I played the perfect Luna to Cristian, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, sacrificing my own life to maintain our political marriage.

That was until a fragile Omega named Angelena appeared, and he threw me away like garbage.

He gave her his private lounge, bought her lavish gifts, and looked at her with a tenderness I had never received.

At the city's biggest gala, he publicly humiliated me in front of all the elites.

"Take off your gown. Give it to Angelena."

He demanded I strip in public just because his mistress liked my dress. When he got a tiny papercut during a patrol, he let her fake a hysterical breakdown, completely dismissing my frantic rush to save him.

Later that night, he violently forced himself on me in a jealous rage, leaving my neck covered in dark claiming bruises.

But the moment Angelena called, crying over a minor accident, he abandoned me at the trauma scene to comfort her.

To make matters worse, my own father texted to disown me because my ruined marriage had just cost him a lucrative business contract.

I was his destined mate, yet I was treated worse than a stray dog. I gave up my dignity for a pack and a family that only saw me as a disposable tool.

Staring at the furious texts on my phone, I didn't cry or beg. I just laughed.

I turned down a rival Alpha's offer of sanctuary, got into my car, and drove straight into the night. It was time to burn this cage to the ground.