I was Lirael, the weakest Omega in the pack, mocked and trampled by everyone. I gave my heart, my body, and my purity to Alpha Kael, believing he loved me. But on the night of our mating ceremony, he tore my mark away in front of the whole pack. “You’re nothing but a useless, filthy Omega,” he snarled, “I only kept you to feed my true mate, Elara.” I was thrown into the Death Valley, torn apart by wild wolves. As I died, my blood awakened the forbidden dual bloodline—the ancient Wolf God and the Dark Curse. I reincarnated. This time, I will not love. I will not beg. I will rise from the ashes, crush every Alpha who dared to look down on me, And make the man who rejected me kneel in eternal regret. The weak Omega is dead. The Wolf God has returned.