The Hidden S-Class Omega's Brilliant Comeback

"Know your place."

For three years, that was all my husband thought I deserved.

Kian Hurley was the city's most powerful S-class Alpha. To him, I was a worthless, scentless Omega he had been forced to marry.

On our third anniversary, I found my adoptive sister in his lap, begging for more of his scent.

Around her neck hung the pendant he'd given me when I saved his life ten years ago.

She'd stolen my pendant, my rescue story, and every bit of tenderness my husband had never given me.

So I handed him divorce papers.

He signed them and told me to get out. His friends laughed, betting I'd be on my knees at his gates within twenty-four hours.

They were about to be very disappointed.

I took off my suppression collar, slipped into a backless red gown, and charged over two million dollars to his forgotten black card.

Then I hired seven gorgeous Alpha hosts to pour my champagne and spoil me in the middle of his favorite club.

When my ex stormed over and tried to drag me home, I slapped him across the face—in front of everyone.

He thought he'd thrown away a useless wife.

He'd actually lost a hidden S-class Omega, his 99.9% match, and the only woman who had secretly kept his brutal Ruts under control for three years.

His precious first love was a fraud.

His real savior had just walked away.

He can keep her. Let's see how long his legendary self-control lasts without me.