THE ALPHA'S WOLFLESS MATE

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opened my eyes, a glorious sight awaited me—my mate! MY MATE! It was un

strong and athletic physique, with muscles that seemed to burst with strength. His handsome features, chiselled and captivating, coupled wi

had ever encountered. Though I may not be well-versed in male anatomy, I had obse

of finding my mate consumed me to the point that all the questions I had vanished from my mind when he planted that first, magical kiss on my lips. It was my very

es of the ho**y, unmated warriors. To my surprise, they kept their distance from

was obviously not from our pack and I wasn't sure if he was one of the

d noble. I felt fear creep into me of the possible outcome of him being from the Blackheart pack but then, I would not hesitate to go with him

s. If only she were here with me, she would have guided me on how t

treated as an outcast. For the slightest mistakes, I would endure beatings, and if my chores were not executed flawles

n't shifted to my wolf yet, and some young female werewolves derived pleasure in humiliating me whenever they get the chance. There we

warrior, diligently patrolling the borders of our pack. Despite being considered omegas, we lived a decent life. My father

entire pack celebrated the strengthening of our warriors. It was a beacon of hope for other male omegas, who had long yearned for a chance to prove themselves. They w

caught wind of these developments. Initially, he paid little attention to the matter, considering it insignificant. However, as

ng that since the war was over, there was no need to continue. However, my father vehemently disagre

rnering from our people. The air was charged with tension, and it was evident that a power strugg

, ending their lives in a brutal assault. Grief permeated through the pack as we mourned the loss of my father and the fallen warriors. R

orance of how rogues from nowhere could pass through the snowy mountains surrounding our

as he evaded responsibility for this heinous act. However, my mother, driven to the brink of madness by the loss of her mate, could not be

pack. But she insisted that I stay, extracting a promise from me to remain. And so, she de

status. I was subjected to a life of torment, treated as less than a servant. Trapped within the pack's confines, I felt caged, wi

this torment. Though memories of my painful past tried to surface, I consciously pushed them away, focusing on the present moment beside my sleeping mate. Despit

on of hope. Even though he revealed that I lacked a wolf, I found solace in his presence. He embrac

f peace and happiness that had eluded me ever since my mother's departure from the pack. I yearned for this serenity to endu

yes gradually opening wide. I greeted him with my brightest smile, yet, once again, words failed to escape my lips. He sta

accept you