Sent to Die: The Defiant Luna's Revenge

Rogues broke into the Pack House, holding a silver knife to my throat while another captive held Brooke, the so-called "Seer."

The Rogue leader gave my Alpha, Harrison, three seconds to choose who lived.

Without hesitation, he commanded, "Save Brooke."

I was gutted with a silver blade and left to bleed out on the carpet while he cradled her.

Miraculously, I survived, only to find he had already replaced me. He claimed Brooke was pregnant with his heir—something he said I, a "defective" Omega who couldn't shift, could never give him.

To protect his reputation and clear the way for his new Luna, he didn't just exile me. He drugged me with Wolfsbane and threw me onto a fishing trawler rigged with explosives.

As the timer ticked down in the dark cargo hold, I finally understood the depth of his cruelty.

Years ago, when I miscarried our actual child alone on the bathroom floor, begging for him through the mind-link, he hadn't just ignored me—he had blocked me to pick up his mistress.

The boat exploded, turning the ocean into fire. Harrison stood on the cliff, watching me burn, satisfied that his problem was gone.

But he forgot that my bloodline doesn't perish in fire.

Six months later, I walked back into the Council Hall.

I wasn't the weak Omega anymore. I was the legendary White Wolf.

And on my arm was the Lycan King—the one man Harrison feared most.

"Hello, Harrison," I smiled.

"I believe you're sitting in my seat."