The Unwanted Omega: Rise Of The White Wolf

I was the brilliant mind behind the Thorne Pack's defenses, yet as an Omega, I was treated worse than a servant.

My "Chosen Mate," Alpha Marcus, used my blueprints to build his reputation while I scrubbed his floors.

Everything changed the day the elevator cable snapped.

It wasn't an accident; it was a silver-coated trap set by Isabelle, the woman Marcus was parading around as his new favorite.

As I lay in the hospital, silver poison scorching my veins, the doctor begged Marcus for the antidote authorization.

Without it, my wolf would die.

But Marcus didn't even look up from his phone.

"Not now," he dismissed, stroking Isabelle’s hand. "Isabelle scraped her knee when the building shook. She's terrified. Eleanor is tough; she'll survive."

He walked away, leaving me to endure surgery without anesthesia.

I screamed until my throat bled, feeling every cut, every stitch.

In that agony, the foolish girl who loved him finally died.

When he returned days later, expecting me to beg for his attention, I didn't bow.

I stood up, my eyes glowing with a power he had never seen.

"I, Eleanor Vance, reject you."

The bond snapped with a thunderous crack.

As Marcus fell to his knees in shock, the door opened.

Julian Croft, the Alpha King, stepped in.

He looked past my ex-mate writhing on the floor, locked his golden eyes on mine, and smiled.

"I believe," he rumbled, "the lady is finished with you."