The Omega Who Rejected Her Alpha

From the back cover

For a whole year, I drained my own blood and life force to heal Alpha Grayson, my fated mate.

But the moment he finally woke up from his deathbed, he looked at me with pure disgust.

"I will never accept a conniving Omega like you as my Luna," he growled, violently throwing me to the floor.

He didn't know I was the one who had kept him alive. His mother, who knew the truth, instantly turned on me and called me a curse.

She let the guards drag my weakened body to the main hall. In front of the entire pack, Grayson tossed a silver rejection coin at my feet, stripping me of my dignity while the elders and his sister mocked me.

To make matters worse, I soon discovered my own stepfather had sold me to them. He used me as a disposable blood bag, stealing my healing research to build his own fame while I suffered.

They all thought I would just cry, pick up the coin, and accept my tragic fate as a worthless, abandoned she-wolf.

Instead, I picked up the heavy silver coin and hurled it right back at Grayson's face.

It struck his cheekbone with a sharp crack, drawing his blood and triggering a brutal reverse rejection that sent him collapsing to the floor in agony.

"I, Alethea Nolan, reject you," I declared coldly to the horrified crowd.

Ignoring his mother's desperate pleas to save him again, I turned my back on the pack and walked out into the night to collect my debts.