The Unwanted Runt Becomes The White Wolf Luna

On my eighteenth birthday, I expected to find my Fated Mate. Instead, I found my executioner.

I shifted for the first time, but my wolf was small and frail. Marcus, the future Alpha and the man I had secretly loved, looked down at me not with adoration, but with cold, clinical disgust.

"A weak, scrawny Omega," he sneered, his voice echoing across the silent clearing.

"You have no muscle. Your bloodline is nothing."

He didn't just reject me; he humiliated me.

"I, Marcus, reject you as my mate."

The bond snapped, shattering my bones and my spirit. He banished me to the human city, leaving me to die in a freezing alleyway like unwanted refuse.

For weeks, I lay in the mud, my body ravaged by fever and the agony of a severed soul tie. I accepted that I was worthless, a mistake made by the Moon Goddess.

But just as the darkness threatened to swallow me whole, a pair of strong arms lifted me from the dirt.

A stranger with eyes like obsidian fed me his blood and whispered a truth that changed everything.

"You are not weak, Ellie," he growled, his power vibrating against my skin. "You are a White Wolf."

I wasn't a runt. I was a legend.

Now, fully healed and radiating power, I am returning to the pack that threw me away. Marcus is about to marry another, but when he sees me, he won't be looking at a reject.

He will be looking at the biggest mistake of his life.