The Omega’s Revenge: No Longer His Luna

“The daughter of Alaric Blackstone. How dare you deceive me?”

Rejected for my bloodline, I faced a harsh truth: the man who once held me tenderly now looked at me with hatred. Marked as the shameful Omega daughter of an Alpha, I thought the mate bond was my salvation—only to find it was my curse.

Forced into marriage by my father as a bargaining chip, I made a decision to escape the torment and leave behind those who betrayed me. Years later, when I finally found peace, my mate returned, begging for forgiveness. However, after enduring all the pain he caused me, can I truly forgive him?

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

My legs trembled as I stood before him, the mate bond between us shrieking in agony at his next words.

My heart stopped. In that single word, I heard my sentence being passed.

“I reject you! I will never accept you as my Luna!”

The force of his rejection slammed into me like a physical blow, shattering my soul. Just hours ago, these same lips had whispered sweet promises against my skin. These same hands had touched me with reverence. Now, Alpha Finn Foster looked at me as if I were something rotten, something despised. Something he hated with a passion.

“Alaric Blackstone’s daughter,” he spat the words like venom. “You deceived me.”

My mate, the man the Moon Goddess had destined for me, the man who had held me in his arms just a night before, now glared at me as if I were a curse upon his existence. All because I was the daughter of his enemy.

I wanted to tell him I hadn’t known—hadn’t known he was my father’s enemy, hadn’t known anything beyond the overwhelming pull of our mate bond and the desperate hope that I’d finally found someone who would love and cherish me. Someone who could save me from the hell I lived in. But my voice failed me, just as everything else in my life had.

The marks of his passion from last night still burned on my skin, a cruel reminder of how completely I’d given myself to him. My first time. My only time. And now...

“Please,” I whispered, but pride made me swallow the rest. I’d spent enough years begging—begging my stepmother for food, for mercy, for a moment’s peace from her endless torments. Begging my father to see me as more than just his shameful omega daughter.

“I’d rather reject the bond and tear it to shreds than let Blackstone’s daughter stand by my side,” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “Last night was a mistake, omega. Nothing more. Imprint that in your skull.”

Days passed, and sorrow became my constant companion. My mate had rejected me all because of my bloodline. When I thought of the look of disgust on his face as he rejected me, it left me shaken, sending waves of fear and dread coursing through me. His cruel words lingered like ghosts in my dreams.