The Night He Rejected Me, I Awoke as the White Wolf

I was the lowest-ranking omega in the Blackstone Pack. Three years ago, on the night of my Awakening, I caught the scent of pine resin and cedar on Roman. The Moon Goddess whispered in my ear that he was my fated mate. In that moment, I thought I was the one the Moon Goddess had chosen to favor. I handled everything for him. I tucked myself into the shadows, waiting for the day he would finally give me a rightful place beside him. I waited for three whole years. Until the night of the Full Moon Ceremony, when he stood before every pack and took another woman's hand. "An omega is not worthy of being my Luna," he said in front of everyone. They all waited for me to cry. Waited for me to fall to my knees and beg him to come back. I did not. I lifted my head beneath the full moon and said, word by word, what no omega had ever dared say to an Alpha.

Oleh Stormborne Princess