Sent to Die: The Defiant Luna's Revenge

Rogues broke into the Pack House, holding a silver knife to my throat while another captive held Brooke, the so-called "Seer."

The Rogue leader gave my Alpha, Harrison, three seconds to choose who lived.

Without hesitation, he commanded, "Save Brooke."

I was gutted with a silver blade and left to bleed out on the carpet while he cradled her.

Miraculously, I survived, only to find he had already replaced me. He claimed Brooke was pregnant with his heir—something he said I, a "defective" Omega who couldn't shift, could never give him.

To protect his reputation and clear the way for his new Luna, he didn't just exile me. He drugged me with Wolfsbane and threw me onto a fishing trawler rigged with explosives.

As the timer ticked down in the dark cargo hold, I finally understood the depth of his cruelty.

Years ago, when I miscarried our actual child alone on the bathroom floor, begging for him through the mind-link, he hadn't just ignored me—he had blocked me to pick up his mistress.

The boat exploded, turning the ocean into fire. Harrison stood on the cliff, watching me burn, satisfied that his problem was gone.

But he forgot that my bloodline doesn't perish in fire.

Six months later, I walked back into the Council Hall.

I wasn't the weak Omega anymore. I was the legendary White Wolf.

And on my arm was the Lycan King—the one man Harrison feared most.

"Hello, Harrison," I smiled.

"I believe you're sitting in my seat."

Chapter 1

Ava POV:

The alarms shattered the night silence of the Silver Lake Pack. Usually, that meant drills. The copper tang of blood in the air said otherwise.

Rogues.

"Move! To the safe house!" Harrison roared.

My mate. My Alpha. Or at least, the man who let me share his bed.

I scrambled out of the sheets, grabbing a dagger from the nightstand. Being an Omega-or treated like one because my wolf was dormant-didn't mean I was helpless. I sprinted into the hallway, the chaotic noise of growls and tearing flesh echoing from the lower floors.

"Harrison!" I screamed, spotting him at the end of the corridor.

He was in human form, broad shoulders tense, eyes glowing the amber of his wolf. Beside him, clinging to his bicep like a frightened child, was Brooke.

Brooke Shelton. The "Guest Seer." The woman the Council sent to help us. The woman who smelled like cloying vanilla and rotted flowers.

"Ava, get back!" Harrison commanded.

The window beside them exploded inward. Three massive, mangy wolves burst in. Rogues. Their fur was matted with mud and dried blood, eyes wild with madness.

One lunged for me. I dodged, slashing with my dagger, but a second one slammed into my ribs. The impact threw me against the wall. I felt bone crack.

"Well, well," a raspy voice came from the largest Rogue, who shifted back into human form. He held a curved silver knife to my throat before I could recover. "The Alpha's