The Cursed King's Salvation: The Omega's Hidden Power

From the back cover

I was the pack's lowest Omega, scrubbing floors by day, but secretly waiting for the night my Fated Mate, the Alpha Heir Desmond, would finally claim me.

Instead, he brought home a billionaire heiress and looked at me with cold, dead eyes.

"I choose power," he sneered, rejecting our soul-bond in front of everyone. "An Omega can never be my Luna."

To seal his business deal, he sold me off like cattle to Kennedy Simmons—the "Crippled Alpha" rumored to be a broken, rot-filled monster.

On my last night in the territory, his new fiancée pushed me off a yacht.

As I drowned in the freezing water, I watched Desmond dive in.

He swam right past me to save her.

That was the moment my heart finally stopped beating for him.

They thought sending me to Seattle was a punishment. They thought I would wither away and die in the hands of a beast.

But they didn't know two things.

First, Kennedy Simmons wasn't a monster; he was a King waiting to be healed.

Second, I wasn't a weak Omega. I was a White Wolf, a legend thought to be extinct, capable of miracles.

Three months later, Desmond stood outside my gates, bankrupt and desperate, begging for a second chance.

I looked down from my balcony, wrapped in the arms of my true Alpha, and smiled.

"Get off my property," I commanded, my eyes glowing white. "Or I'll finish what the ocean started."