Rejected for the Omega: The Alpha's Regret

From the back cover

To the outside world, I was the envy of every she-wolf as the fiancée of Alpha Kael. But inside the gilded cage of his pack house, I was a ghost.

I molded myself into perfection for him, wearing the colors he liked and suppressing my own voice.

Until I walked past his study and saw him with Lyra—the orphan he called his "sister."

His hand rested intimately on her thigh as he laughed, telling her, "Elara is just a political necessity. You are the moon in my sky."

My heart shattered, but the physical blow came days later.

During a training exercise, the safety cable snapped. I fell twenty feet, shattering my leg.

Lying in the dirt, gasping through the pain, I watched my Fated Mate run.

Not to me.

He ran to Lyra, who was burying her face in his chest, feigning terror. He comforted her while I bled.

Later, in the infirmary, I heard him whisper to her, "She won't die. It will just teach her who the real Luna is."

He knew. He knew she had sabotaged the rope with silver, and he was protecting her attempted murder.

The final thread of my love incinerated into ash.

The next morning, I walked into the Council Hall, threw a thick file on the table, and looked the Elders in the eye.

"I am dissolving the engagement," I stated coldly. "And I am withdrawing my family's silver supply. I will starve this Pack until you beg."

Kael laughed, thinking I was bluffing. He didn't notice the lethal Beta from the rival pack standing in the shadows behind me, ready to help me burn Kael's kingdom to the ground.