Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the White Wolf King

I was the lowest-born Omega in the Blackrock pack, yet the Moon Goddess had chosen me as Alpha Kade's mate. For two years, he never acknowledged me in public. To him, I was a stain that would never wash clean. I told myself that if I was good enough, patient enough, endured enough, one day he would turn around and truly see me. Until the night I dragged myself back to the pack from the border, half-dead and barely breathing, only to find him standing at the altar beneath the full moon, holding Celeste's hand. In front of the entire pack, he rejected me. As the mate bond ripped apart inch by inch inside me, someone pried open my mouth and forced down a mouthful of wolfsbane. They threw me into the Black Forest to die. But I didn't die. The white wolf that had slept in my blood for nineteen years opened its eyes at last, and the Moon Goddess whispered in my ear-- Child, you were never an Omega at all. And the man who lifted me out of a pile of bones was the Alpha King before whom the entire wolf race bowed.

Oleh Stormborne Princess