The Rejected Omega: Rise of the White Wolf

I was the dust beneath the pack's feet, an Omega nobody wanted.

Yet, the Moon Goddess paired me with Ethan Reed, the Alpha heir.

He told me he had amnesia, that he couldn't feel our bond. I was foolish enough to wait for him.

Until I saw him running away with his mistress, Chloe.

When their SUV flipped and caught fire on the highway, I didn't hesitate.

I dragged Ethan from the wreckage, my hands bleeding, my heart racing.

But as soon as he was safe, he didn't check on me.

"Save her!"

He roared, his eyes flashing gold.

He used the Alpha Command.

My body locked up, forced to obey against my will. I dove back into the burning car to drag Chloe out, shattering my leg as the fuel tank exploded.

I lay in the dirt, dying, while Ethan cradled Chloe—who had barely a scratch.

When the healers arrived, Ethan stood over me, cold and indifferent.

"Do not touch the Omega until Chloe is treated," he ordered.

He looked me in the eye and called me weak. He left me to bleed out in the cold night air for the sake of a woman who smirked at my pain.

Something inside me snapped.

With my last breath, I didn't beg. I rejected him.

They buried an empty coffin the next morning.

Three years later, I walked back into the Blood Moon Pack.

I wasn't Ava the servant anymore.

I was the White Wolf.

And I was ready to burn his kingdom to the ground.

Chapter 1

POV: Ava Miller

The first light of dawn bled through the cracked window of the Omega dorms, painting the cinderblock walls in a pale, sickly yellow.

I woke up with a gasp, my sheets tangled around my legs.

My inner wolf was pacing in the back of my mind, restless and whining. It wasn't the usual gnawing hunger or the ache from sleeping on a threadbare mattress. It was a premonition.

My hand flew to my neck. The skin there was smooth, unmarked.

"Soon," I whispered to the empty room, clinging to a hope that felt thinner every day.

I was eighteen. I had shifted for the first time a month ago. According to the Moon Goddess—our deity who pairs souls together—I should have been ecstatic.

I was the Fated Mate of Ethan Reed. The Alpha heir. The future leader of the Blood Moon Pack.

It sounded like a fairy tale. But in our world, hierarchy is everything. The Alpha is the king, his word is law. The Betas are his enforcers. And Omegas like me? We are the dust beneath their feet.

I got dressed quickly, pulling on the faded grey uniform that marked my low status. I had to get to the kitchens before the head cook started screaming.

As I walked through the corridors of the Pack House, I kept my head down, eyes fixed on the scuffed floorboards.

"Move it, runt," a Beta warrior sneered, shouldering past me