The Cursed King's Salvation: The Omega's Hidden Power

I was the pack's lowest Omega, scrubbing floors by day, but secretly waiting for the night my Fated Mate, the Alpha Heir Desmond, would finally claim me.

Instead, he brought home a billionaire heiress and looked at me with cold, dead eyes.

"I choose power," he sneered, rejecting our soul-bond in front of everyone. "An Omega can never be my Luna."

To seal his business deal, he sold me off like cattle to Kennedy Simmons—the "Crippled Alpha" rumored to be a broken, rot-filled monster.

On my last night in the territory, his new fiancée pushed me off a yacht.

As I drowned in the freezing water, I watched Desmond dive in.

He swam right past me to save her.

That was the moment my heart finally stopped beating for him.

They thought sending me to Seattle was a punishment. They thought I would wither away and die in the hands of a beast.

But they didn't know two things.

First, Kennedy Simmons wasn't a monster; he was a King waiting to be healed.

Second, I wasn't a weak Omega. I was a White Wolf, a legend thought to be extinct, capable of miracles.

Three months later, Desmond stood outside my gates, bankrupt and desperate, begging for a second chance.

I looked down from my balcony, wrapped in the arms of my true Alpha, and smiled.

"Get off my property," I commanded, my eyes glowing white. "Or I'll finish what the ocean started."

Chapter 1

Dallas POV:

The roast beef had been in the oven for exactly four hours. The scent of rosemary and garlic filled the kitchen of the Morgan estate, masking the underlying smell of damp earth that always clung to the servants' quarters. I wiped my hands on my apron, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

Tonight was the night.

Desmond had promised.

I was an Omega, the lowest rank in the pack hierarchy. I scrubbed floors, I cooked meals, and I kept my head down when the high-ranking wolves walked by. But the Moon Goddess, in her infinite and confusing wisdom, had given me a gift that defied all social order.

Desmond Morgan, the Alpha Heir, was my Fated Mate.

I remembered the moment it happened three years ago. The air had shifted, smelling suddenly of storm clouds and fresh pine. My wolf, usually a dormant whisper in the back of my mind, had howled, Mate! The electric current that zipped through my veins when our hands brushed was undeniable. It was a biological law, a soul-tether that no amount of money or power could buy.

The front door slammed open.

"We're home!" A booming voice echoed through the hallway.

I smoothed my hair, untying the apron and tossing it aside. I walked toward the foyer, my legs trembling. Desmond was finally going to announce it. He was going to tell his father, the Alpha, that the pack's future Luna was standing right here in the kitchen.

I rounded the corner and froze.