“I was a wolfless Omega who married the most powerful Alpha, but I was slowly dying of Bond-Rejection Sickness because my fated mate despised me. Instead of caring about my failing health, Dallas flaunted his mistress and treated my agony as a pathetic tantrum. When I handed him a sacred rejection letter just to save my own life, he ruthlessly shredded it and used his Alpha Command to force me to stay. He locked me in his suite, watched me violently throw up from the sickness, and threatened to cut off my grandfather's life-saving medical funds if I didn't play the perfect Luna for his public image. To him and his Pack, I was just a useless burden, a piece of property they could abuse and control at will. I couldn't understand why I had to suffer and die for a man who didn't even know his entire empire was built on the secret defense algorithms I had written. Why should my absolute loyalty be repaid with such suffocating cruelty? "I, Gemma Hart, reject you, Dallas Blackwood, as my mate." I slammed a new rejection document right onto his table in front of his smug mistress. Before his furious roar could even echo through the restaurant, I legally revoked the patents to my algorithms, completely paralyzing his Pack's security grid, and walked away. Let the arrogant Alpha see what happens when his property declares war.”