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Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The True Alpha

Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The True Alpha

Today was supposed to be the day I bonded with Donn Carlisle, the heir of the Silver Moon Pack. For a Wolfless girl like me, it was supposed to be salvation. A name. A place. A future no one could take away. Then, minutes before the ceremony, I heard my stepsister giggle behind the altar. I found Donn with Brianda pressed against the ancient oak table where our vows were meant to be sealed. Her dress was hiked to her waist. His hands were on her body. And when Brianda saw me, she smiled, placed a hand on her swollen belly, and let me understand exactly how long they had been betraying me. Donn did not beg. He did not even look ashamed. He only adjusted his clothes and sneered, “You’re Wolfless. You can’t complete a true bonding anyway. This was only ever a formality.” So I burned the ceremonial veil. When the whole pack rushed in, I expected outrage. Instead, Donn’s mother blamed me for failing to keep my own man. Brianda sobbed that they were fated mates. My own family looked ready to drag me home and bury the scandal before it stained their precious golden daughter. They thought I would cry. They thought I would disappear. They forgot that a cornered woman has nothing left to lose. That night, I walked into the empty chambers of Ansel Carlisle, the legendary Alpha everyone believed dead. I took his silver-pommeled dagger, entered the family council, and cut open my palm before them all. “I pledge myself to the true Alpha,” I said. If they wanted to make me a discarded bride, I would make myself untouchable. I bound myself to a dead man and became Ansel Carlisle’s widow. Only Ansel was not dead. He came back from the northern border broken, unconscious, and trapped in a soul coma no healer could cure. The family called it a miracle. I called it a disaster. Because now I am not the widow of a fallen hero. I am the Luna of a living Alpha. And according to the healers, I may be the only one who can wake his wolf.
Claiming His Defiant Omega Mate

Claiming His Defiant Omega Mate

My father, the Alpha of the Winterfang Pack, cast my sick mother and me out to die in the freezing Black Forest. To buy my survival, my mother swallowed pure silver poison right in front of the pack gates, dying in agony as I watched. Taken in out of pity, I was treated like a diseased rat, locked in a damp attic as a bastard Omega. The visiting Alpha of the strongest pack, Kaelen, pinned me against a brick wall, his golden eyes burning with absolute disgust. "Do you think you can use your cheap Omega tricks to ruin this family?" I was forbidden from speaking, forced to watch in silence as the pack's true heir rotted away in a cursed courtyard. He was paralyzed by dark magic that my father had secretly allowed, just to put his own corrupt bloodline in power. I was nothing but a lowly servant, mocked by high-ranking wolves and threatened with execution if I stepped out of line. I didn't understand why the Moon Goddess allowed such cruelty, or why my mother had to die for their sins. Why did they treat me like dirt when I was the only one holding the ancient, forbidden knowledge that could save their dying heir? I decided I was done hiding in the shadows. I walked straight into the guarded courtyard, used my mother's sacred relic to draw the black curse from the heir's blood, and finally awakened my legendary White Wolf bloodline. I watched as the terrifying Alpha Kaelen dropped to his knees before me, his beast howling in sudden, desperate recognition of his fated mate.