He Broke the Omega: The White Wolf's Revenge

For two thousand, five hundred and fifty-five days, I breathed air filtered through silver vents. Silver is poison to our kind, yet my Fated Mate, Alpha Dante Moretti, personally drove me to that prison and locked me in hell for seven years.

He did it to protect another woman.

When I was finally released, gaunt and broken, Dante didn't offer an apology. He offered excuses. He claimed it was necessary to save Chiara, the delicate "golden child" who supposedly saved his life years ago.

But it was a lie.

I was the one who had drained my veins until I went into shock to save him, while my parents handed the credit to Chiara. Now, back in the manor, I was forced to watch my mate feed her grapes and comfort her fake distress.

My parents called me a "soulless waste" and demanded I annul our engagement so Dante could mark Chiara. They thought I was a weak Omega they could discard.

They didn't know that the silver hadn't killed me; it had forged me. They had no idea that the "runt" they abused possessed the blood of the White Wolf, the most powerful creature in our history.

When the truth finally shattered their lies, Dante crawled to me, bleeding and begging on his knees in a hotel hallway. But I didn't feel triumph. I felt nothing.

"I, Alessia Salinas, reject you, Dante Moretti."

I walked away from the Alpha who broke me, leaving him to scream into the silence of a severed bond.

Chapter 1

Alessia POV:

The heavy iron gates of the Federal Silver Prison groaned as they opened. It sounded like a beast dying in slow motion. I stepped out, shielding my eyes from the gray sky.

Seven years.

For two thousand, five hundred and fifty-five days, I had breathed air filtered through silver vents. Silver is poison to our kind. It suppresses the wolf, burns the skin, and rots the spirit. Most wolves go mad after a month. I lasted seven years.

A black SUV waited on the asphalt. The window rolled down.

Dante Moretti sat in the driver's seat.

My heart hammered against my ribs, not out of love, but out of a terrified instinct. He was the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. He was the most powerful predator on the West Coast.

And he was my Fated Mate.

I smelled him before I saw him properly. Dark chocolate and burnt driftwood. It was a scent that used to drop me to my knees. Now, it just made my stomach turn.

"Get in," he said. His voice was low, vibrating with the Alpha tone that usually commands instant obedience.

I climbed into the passenger seat. My clothes, a cheap gray sweatsuit given to me by the warden, hung loosely on my skeletal frame. I looked at my wrists. The skin there was permanently scarred, a ring of angry red flesh where the silver cuffs had eaten into me.

Dante didn't look at me. He