Exiled Omega, the Miracle Healer of the Lycan King

Synopsis

On the night of the full moon, the frozen woods swallowed the last trace of warmth. My Alpha, Caleb Bloodmoon, took my winter cloak in front of the entire pack. He draped it over Serena Thorne's shoulders and bent down to fasten the straps for her. Then he said to me, "The lycan frenzy in early winter requires soothing. She needs this more than you. "You're just a low-rank Omega. One night in the cold won't kill you." Serena curled into his arms, clutching the cloak tight, a smug smile on her lips. On countless moonlit nights, I soothed his shattered wolf spirit with my instincts and beating heart. I never thought a few fake tears could break our mate bond. It turned out my life meant less to him than her single complaint about being cold. The wind and snow masked my scent, and I severed our last bond with my own hands. Before everything went dark, a fierce, commanding scent washed over me. The legendary, cold-blooded king of the Shadow Empire lifted me into his arms, gently brushing the frost from my face. His voice thundered. "Who left my fated mate out here in the snow?" In the distance, hoofbeats shattered the border's silence. The Bloodmoon Pack's nightmare had just begun.