On the Alpha's Bed While My Ex Begs

The Moon Goddess decreed the Gamma warrior Braxton as my fated mate, but he treated me like a lowly servant while doting on a human woman named Bree.

In my past life, I endured his coldness and Bree's endless framing, thinking my submissive love would eventually win his heart.

But he completely abandoned our sacred bond. Whenever Bree faked a minor scratch, he would force me to apologize, letting the whole pack humiliate me.

Ultimately, I was pushed aside, my flesh brutally torn by claws, while he stood there protecting a triumphant Bree in his arms.

I died a pathetic, rejected Omega, drowning in my own tears and the bone-deep chill of his betrayal.

Until my last breath, I didn't understand. I had cleaned his home spotless, waited on him, and loved him with all my soul.

Why did my fated mate choose a manipulative human over our sacred bond? Why did my endless devotion only earn me a tragic, bloody end?

Opening my eyes again, I was back to the exact moment Braxton was forcing me to apologize for a fake burn on Bree's wrist.

"Elinor, apologize. You weren't watching where you were going!"

This time, I didn't cry or beg.

I walked over to the stove, grabbed the boiling kettle, and poured the scalding water directly onto her hand.

Since she wanted to play the victim, I would make her injury real. Then, I would force him to accept my Rejection.