The Omega He Rejected, The White Wolf He Craves
skyemarrowi gave him ten years, he gave my place to his first lovei once believed love would be burning redclaimed by the alpha's lovethe alphas craved her love when she stopped caring them
He was right.
Shadow Pack's territory sat deep within mist-covered mountains. Along its cliffs grew a rare herb that only bloomed under a full moon. Its glowing blue roots had powerful healing and calming effects for wolves -an herb nearly impossible to find outside our lands.
Inside me, my wolf, Liliane, stirred.
"You're no longer the Omega who used to flinch at an Alpha's growl. Go back. If anyone who once hurt you tries again—I'll tear them apart."
She was right. I wasn't that weak Omega anymore. I didn't even know how to define my current rank. My Liliane was a Whit Wolf-a rare wolf beyond the pack's rarchy.