From Rejected Omega To The Supreme Luna
Four years ago, I walked into liquid silver fire to drag the Alpha heir out of a burning wreck.
The silver melted the skin off my back, leaving me a topographic nightmare of scars, while my inner wolf went dormant to survive the pain.
I thought my sacrifice meant something.
But when Julian finally woke from his coma, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at my burns with pure disgust.
"Who let this broken Omega in here?" he sneered.
He pulled Estelle—the woman who had fled the scene without a scratch—into his arms.
"This," he declared, burying his face in her flawless neck, "is the scent of my savior. Not you. You smell like a chemical spill."
He treated me like a leper in my own pack. He let his sister slash my dress to expose my "ugly" back to dinner guests.
On the day he was forced to marry me for PR, he drove us to the altar with Estelle in the backseat.
When she faked a panic attack, claiming the wolfsbane I warned her about was "anxiety," Julian slammed on the brakes in the middle of a storm.
"Get out," he commanded, unlocking my door.
"Julian, we're ten minutes from the wedding."
"Estelle is dying! You selfish monster, get out!"
He kicked me out of the Rolls Royce, leaving me standing in the mud in my white silk gown.
As his taillights faded, I didn't cry. I closed my eyes and grabbed the frayed bond in my mind.
"I, Ember Tucker, reject you, Julian Copeland."
Snap.
He thought he was discarding a broken toy. He didn't realize he had just rejected the legendary White Wolf—and his only chance at survival.
Chapters
Share
Chapter 6
Ember POV:
The rain was cold, but my blood was on fire.
I had walked out of the garden with my head high, but my body was failing. The shock and the damp chill triggered it.
Silver Fever.
When old silver wounds heat up, it feels like molten lead pouring through your arteries.
I collapsed in the servants' quarters.
For two days, I drifted in delirium. Sweating toxins that smelled like rusted metal.
No doctor came. Only Greta, an elderly Omega, brought cool rags.
"He's not coming, child," she whispered. "He's with her."
My phone buzzed incessantly.
From: Estelle
[Image Attachment]
A diamond collar on a velvet pillow. Tag: My True North.
Estelle: He says my neck is too beautiful to be bare.
Estelle: [Video Attachment]
Estelle in front of a mirror. Wearing my Luna Ceremony dress.
But the lace sleeves were ripped off.
"It was a bit baggy," Estelle giggled. "But the tailor took it in. Now it fits a real Luna."
Then a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: Heard the Alpha talking. He said he's only going through with the ceremony with you because he doesn't want the press saying he abandoned his savior. He calls it 'charity work'.
Charity.
The word turned the fire in my blood to ice.
I sat up. My back screamed.
I went into my mind. The Pack bond used to be a golden rope. Now, it was a frayed, gray thread.
I built a wall around it. Brick by mental brick.
Silence. Beautiful, empty silence.
The door banged open.
Julian stood there. Gray suit, tired eyes. He sniffed the metallic scent of my sickness.
"You're alive," he said flatly. "Good. Pack your bags."
"Where are you going?" My voice rasped like sandpaper.
"Copeland Manor. Mom insists on a 'traditional' prep for the wedding. We leave in ten minutes."
He paused.
"Estelle is coming too. She is the Maid of Honor."
I stared at his back. Maid of Honor. The woman he was sleeping with.
"Okay," I said.
Julian frowned, trying to read my scent, but I was a void.
"Don't try anything, Ember. The Manor is a fortress. Once the gates close, no one leaves until the ceremony."
"I know," I said. "I'm ready."
I wasn't going to a wedding. I was going to a war zone.
Keep Reading
The story is getting intense! Switch to App to
Unlock All Chapters
You may also like
8.9
Jason's life was a canvas of broken colors, painted by the harsh brushstrokes of his reality. Craving connection, craving love, but stuck in a home that felt like a prison. So, he broke free, embracing the unknown. New streets, new faces, new demons... and a new lease on life. Little did he know, some encounters would leave scars, while others would expose him to the raw truth."
8.7
For eighteen years, I lived as the lowest Omega in the Silver Moon Pack, surviving only because Alpha Gideon took me under his wing.
But the moment his coffin was lowered into the ground, his wife and the new Alpha son immediately turned on me.
"Her presence has brought a curse upon us!"
Luna Lyra pointed a trembling finger at me in the freezing rain, blaming me for Gideon's sudden death.
She stripped me of my pack ties and permanently exiled me into the deadly wilderness with nothing but a wooden toy.
The entire pack watched with cold contempt as I was thrown out like garbage.
To make matters worse, the new Alpha later hunted me down in the woods, threatening to kill me just to steal the only thing Gideon had secretly left behind for me—an ancient, unreadable book.
I didn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or what terrifying secret this blank book held that made my own pack want me dead.
But the moment my foot crossed the pack boundary, an ancient, immense power I never knew I had snapped free inside my veins.
I was no longer their weak Omega.
And when I escaped deeper into the forest and crashed straight into the arms of a wounded Rogue, my destiny completely rewrote itself.
Because he wasn't just a Rogue, but the legendary Northern Alpha King.
And as his glowing golden eyes locked onto mine, our inner wolves roared the exact same word:
"Mate!"
7.5
Arthur Lucas is a billionaire who survives by control, not love. When a scandal threatens to destroy his empire, he needs a wife fast. Someone clean, respectable, and silent. Kiah Taylor needs money to save her brother from prison. Their contract marriage is supposed to be simple. But the scandal isn't about Arthur. It's about Kiah. The moment she becomes his wife, enemies close in. Secrets surface. Lives are threatened. Love becomes dangerous. And survival is no longer guaranteed.
7.2
I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber.
Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle.
To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl.
Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness.
But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure.
When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral.
He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me.
He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed.
"I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again."
He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me.
I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed.
I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result.
But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded.
The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes.
My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.
7.0
Kael Draven died in the most humiliating way possible.
Run over... while trying to save a piece of fried chicken.
But death was not the end.
When he opens his eyes, Kael finds himself reborn in a world of magic, monsters, and powerful mages. There is only one problem.
He is the weakest mage in the academy.
No talent. No skills. No magic that actually works.
But just when everything seems hopeless, Kael discovers something strange.
His luck... is completely broken.
Spells miss him by accident. Enemies defeat themselves. Disasters turn into miracles. Every mistake somehow becomes a perfect victory.
People start to notice.
A genius. A hidden master. A terrifying prodigy.
The more Kael tries to explain, the worse the misunderstandings become.
"I tripped," Kael insists.
"They call it flawless execution."
As rumors spread and powerful enemies begin to watch him, Kael is pulled into conflicts far beyond his understanding. From academy duels to world-shaking wars, his so-called "luck" begins to reveal something far more dangerous.
Because this power is not random.
And Kael might not be its first owner.
Now hunted by those who fear him, trusted by those who believe in him, and followed by a mysterious silver-haired mage who refuses to look away...
Kael must survive a world that thinks he is a genius.
Even if he knows the truth.
"I am not strong," Kael says.
The world disagrees.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.