The Broken Luna's Revenge: Alpha's Regret

I was the anomaly. The Glover heiress who never shifted. To my fated mate, Alpha Bryant, I was lower than an Omega—I was his servant.

When his mistress, Kalia, pushed me into the freezing lake, I screamed for him. I felt the mate bond pull, begging him to save me.

But Bryant looked right at my flailing body, turned his back, and swam to save the woman who had pushed me.

He didn't stop there. To "teach me submission," he locked me in a silver-coated cell that burned my skin like acid, all because Kalia lied about a stomach ache.

He watched her burn my dead mother's journals. He let her slap me until I bled. He told me I was a genetic dead end, a defect that needed to be erased.

I lay in the dark, my bones broken and my heart shattered, wondering why the Moon Goddess hated me.

But she didn't hate me. She was preparing me.

Bryant thought he had broken me. He didn't know that the man who pulled me from the water wasn't a rogue, but the Lycan King.

And he certainly didn't expect me to walk into his gala, hand in hand with the King, and unleash the power of the White Wolf to burn his entire dynasty to the ground.

Chapter 1

Charlotte POV:

Blood tasted like copper and shame. It filled my mouth, pooling under my tongue as I lay on the cold hardwood floor of my bedroom. The room, once a sanctuary in the Glover estate, had become my prison within the Barnes Pack territory.

Get up, Charlotte.

My inner voice was weak. Not a wolf, just me. At twenty-one years old, I was the anomaly. The defect. The Glover heiress who never shifted. In our world, if you cannot shift into your wolf form by eighteen, you are lower than an Omega. You are nothing.

A sharp kick to my ribs stole my breath.

"Stay down, trash," Kalia sneered.

I looked up through swollen eyes. Kalia Baron stood over me, her heels digging into the expensive carpet. She wasn't highborn. She was a nobody who had clawed her way into the pack, but right now, she looked like a queen. Behind her stood two low-ranking enforcers, grinning like idiots.

"You touched his laundry," Kalia spat, crouching down to grab a handful of my hair. "I told you, you wolfless freak. You don't get to touch the Alpha's things. His scent isn't for you."

"I didn't touch it," I rasped, my throat raw. "I was doing my job. Like I was told."

Kalia yanked my head back. A sharp crack echoed through the room. My wrist twisted at an unnatural angle. Pain, white and blinding, shot up my arm. I screamed, but the sound was swallowed by the heavy velvet drapes.

She stepped on my hand. I heard the bone snap before I felt it.

Because I hadn't shifted, I didn't heal like them. A broken bone for a werewolf