Wolf-less Omega? No, I'm The Noblest Luna

Jasmina was an orphan adopted by the Thorn family of the Blue Moon Pack, a wolf-less Omega whose days were spent feeding horses in the stable. Every full moon ceremony, she prayed to the Moon Goddess for even the weakest spirit, but the blessing never came. On the night that destroyed her, she stopped by her foster brother Jackson's chamber to call him to the altar. Through the gap in the door, she saw him with Stevana Crawford, daughter of a high-born lord. He dismissed her without a second glance. A candle behind her went out. At the ceremony, the mate bond pulled her toward Jackson. He looked at her in front of the entire pack and spoke the words that splintered everything—a wolfless being was not worthy of an Alpha. He rejected her as his fated mate. Jasmina left the Blue Moon Pack that night.

Three years later, an engagement invitation arrived by messenger. Jackson was marrying Stevana. Jasmina dragged her travel chest back to the pack entrance, where her only friend Rowena ran to meet her, insisting she had to look good enough to make them regret everything. At the banquet, the guests sneered at the wolfless girl who had dared return. Stevana called her something Jackson no longer wanted. Jasmina watched him slide the ring onto Stevana's finger, and the ache in her chest drove her into the garden. The torches went out. In the darkness, a stranger called her a baby vixen. He introduced himself as Roderick Fitzgerald and mocked her rejection. Rage boiled over, and something inside her stirred. She lunged and sank fangs deep into his neck. Only afterward did she understand what he had said—she had a visible wolf. Rowena stood frozen at the garden entrance, her eyes wide. The man was the Alpha of the Lycans. Back in the hall, a dice game forced Jasmina to either beg Jackson to take back his rejection or kiss a stranger. She walked to Roderick by the fireplace and kissed him. Jackson stormed over. Roderick stepped in front of her and reminded him she was no longer his. Then Roderick made his demand: Jasmina as part of the peace treaty, or war. Her foster father's hand shook as he signed. Jackson lunged and was pinned to the wall by the throat with one hand. Jasmina pleaded for his life, then signed her own name on the contract. That night, her foster mother came to her room with a plan—bear Jackson's child so Roderick could not take her. Before Jasmina could respond, Roderick climbed through her window. A knock at the door sent him under her bed. Jackson stood there, offering marriage as the only way out. She refused. After he left, Roderick crawled out, his face dark as a storm, and told her she would belong to him sooner or later. The next morning, he returned with a new contract binding her and any future children to the Lycans. Jasmina signed. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her out of the hall while Jackson did not even look at her. The carriage traveled through the night. She woke in a massive four-pillared bed in Roderick's castle, changed into a sheer silk nightgown.

Days later, during a Lycan breakfast gathering, he publicly declared her his lady—not a mistress, but a mate. In the gardens afterward, a tall blond woman confronted her. Her name was Isabeau, and she claimed to be Roderick's fiancée, calling Jasmina a little pet who would be discarded like the others. Jasmina tracked Roderick's scent to the border, where she found his massive obsidian-furred wolf tearing through rogues. A wounded one spotted her and raised a blade. Roderick's roar split the sky, and the world went black. She woke to his face hovering above her, furious and shaking with fear. She had almost died, and he could not finish his sentence. She asked him why he never told her about Isabeau. He said it was a political arrangement he never agreed to, and he was working on ending it. Jasmina slapped him across the face. He asked if she felt better. She did not.