Broken Bonds: The Rise of the White Wolf

As the pack's Omega cleaner, I was invisible. I spent my days scrubbing floors, clutching a cheap moonstone in my pocket—the only proof that Marcus Thorne, the billionaire Alpha, had once touched me.

I was his fated Mate. I thought he just needed time to realize it.

But the night of the Alpha Ball wasn't a fairy tale; it was an execution.

Isabelle, his scheming assistant, dropped classified documents at my feet and screamed "Traitor!"

I waited for Marcus to sense our bond. I waited for him to save me. Instead, his eyes turned cold as ice.

He didn't just believe her; he destroyed me.

He threw me into a dungeon coated in burning silver. He watched as I was fed Wolfsbane. And then, in front of the entire pack, he delivered the final blow.

"I, Marcus Thorne, reject you, Olivia Hayes."

The bond snapped. My soul shattered. He chose a viper over his true mate and ordered me dumped at the border to die like a rogue.

But he made a fatal mistake. The rejection didn't kill me. It woke something ancient inside me.

I wasn't a weak Omega. I was the White Wolf.

Five years later, I returned to New York. Not as the girl he threw away, but as the powerful Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, with a new, stronger Mate by my side.

When Marcus saw me, the color drained from his face. He fell to his knees in the dirt, holding out that old, dull moonstone, weeping.

"Liv, please. I remember now. Take it back."

I looked down at the man who had broken me and whispered the truth that would haunt him forever.

"I don't want it, Marcus. That stone belongs to a girl who died in your dungeon."

Chapter 1

Liv POV

The sharp, chemical tang of lemon disinfectant didn't just cling to my skin; it seemed to seep into my very pores.

It was the scent of my station. The perfume of an Omega.

I scrubbed the marble floor of the Obsidian Pack house hallway, the cold stone biting mercilessly into my knees through the thin fabric of my uniform.

My hands were raw, the skin cracked and stinging as the soapy water turned a murky grey in the bucket beside me.

Warriors and high-ranking Betas thundered past, their heavy combat boots nearly clipping my fingers.

They didn't look down.

To them, I was just part of the architecture. I was as invisible-and as insignificant-as the dust I was hired to remove.

But I wasn't looking at them, either.

My eyes were fixed on the heavy oak doors at the end of the long corridor.

The Alpha's office.

Marcus Thorne was in there.

Just the thought of his name made my heart hammer a frantic, jagged rhythm against my ribs.

It wasn't just fear, though every wolf in the pack feared the Alpha's Command. It was something deeper. Something ancient and terrifyingly magnetic.

A year ago, I had tripped while carrying