From Rejected Omega To The Supreme Luna

Four years ago, I walked into liquid silver fire to drag the Alpha heir out of a burning wreck.

The silver melted the skin off my back, leaving me a topographic nightmare of scars, while my inner wolf went dormant to survive the pain.

I thought my sacrifice meant something.

But when Julian finally woke from his coma, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at my burns with pure disgust.

"Who let this broken Omega in here?" he sneered.

He pulled Estelle—the woman who had fled the scene without a scratch—into his arms.

"This," he declared, burying his face in her flawless neck, "is the scent of my savior. Not you. You smell like a chemical spill."

He treated me like a leper in my own pack. He let his sister slash my dress to expose my "ugly" back to dinner guests.

On the day he was forced to marry me for PR, he drove us to the altar with Estelle in the backseat.

When she faked a panic attack, claiming the wolfsbane I warned her about was "anxiety," Julian slammed on the brakes in the middle of a storm.

"Get out," he commanded, unlocking my door.

"Julian, we're ten minutes from the wedding."

"Estelle is dying! You selfish monster, get out!"

He kicked me out of the Rolls Royce, leaving me standing in the mud in my white silk gown.

As his taillights faded, I didn't cry. I closed my eyes and grabbed the frayed bond in my mind.

"I, Ember Tucker, reject you, Julian Copeland."

Snap.

He thought he was discarding a broken toy. He didn't realize he had just rejected the legendary White Wolf—and his only chance at survival.

Chapter 1

Ember POV:

The mirror in the locker room was cracked, a jagged line splitting my reflection in two. Appropriate. I turned my back to it, peeling off the scrub top. My fingers felt like ice.

There it was. The map of my ruin.

My back wasn't skin anymore. It was a topographic nightmare of violet ridges and angry red valleys, like wax melted with a blowtorch and left to harden in a scream.

Silver Fire.

In the corporate-wolf world, where suits hide fur, Silver is the devil. It's our kryptonite. It doesn't just burn; it halts our accelerated healing and cauterizes the wolf right out of the soul.

Four years ago, I didn't hesitate.

The memory hit me like a physical blow-burning rubber, the metallic tang of blood. The illegal street race. The ambush by Rogues. Julian's car spinning out, crumpling like a soda can against that tanker.

The liquid silver had spilled like demonic water.

I had dragged him out. I, a lowly Omega, had walked into the silver fire to save the heir of the Copeland Pack. I felt my skin sizzle and pop. I felt my inner wolf shriek once before burying herself deep in the recesses of my mind to survive.

I saved him. But I lost myself.

"Ember?