The Silvered Mate: Destroyed by Her Alpha

Lian Lian

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Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy. He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins-a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit. "Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega." I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf. Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son. Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir. He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case. He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal. On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile." Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders. And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone.

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Chapter 11 Chapter

01-30 14:46

Chapter 1 Chapter

Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy.

He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins-a poison designed to sever a werewolf's connection to their inner wolf.

"Do it," he commanded. "If she retains her wolf, she is a liability. Rendered wolfless, she will be as vulnerable as a human, allowing her to stay as an Omega."

I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, ripping away the connection to my wolf nature.

Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son.

Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir.

He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case.

He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal.

On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile."

Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders.

And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone.

Chapter 1

Sarah POV:

Rust and antiseptic choked the air in the basement of the pack hospital. It was the scent of a slaughterhouse scrubbed clean with bleach.

I lay strapped to the metal table. The leather restraints dug into my wrists and ankles, chafing skin that was already raw and blistering from the burns I had sustained in the fire three days ago.

"Alpha Marcus, please," the Pack Doctor whispered. The glass vial in her hand chattered against the metal tray like teeth in a skull. "She is still recovering from the smoke inhalation. Her body is too weak. The silver... it could kill her, not just the wolf."

I turned my head, my neck stiff. Marcus stood in the shadows. He was wearing a pristine charcoal suit, looking every bit the powerful Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack. His jaw was set, his eyes devoid of the warmth that used to be there when we were children.

"Do it," Marcus said. His voice was low, but it carried the crushing weight of Alpha Command.

The doctor flinched. The Command was not something a lower-ranking wolf could ignore. It was a physical force, a compulsion woven into our biology that forced submission.

"But Alpha," she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. "She is your intended. The Mate Bond..."

"The bond is a liability," Marcus cut her off, stepping into the harsh fluorescent light. "Look at her. She is weak. The fire nearly killed her. If she remains a full werewolf, she will be challenged. She will be hurt. This is for her protection. As a wolfless Omega, she can be safe under my care."

Bullshit.

My heart hammered against my ribs. The sedative they had given me earlier was making my limbs heavy, but my mind was terrifyingly clear.

Before they dragged me in here, I had been in the recovery ward. The walls were thin. I had heard Marcus on the phone.

She needs to be neutralized, or the Council won't approve Rachel's son as the heir, he had said. Burn the house. If Sarah survives, I'll strip her wolf. A wolfless Luna is no Luna at all.

He didn't want to protect me. He wanted to make room for his mistress and his bastard child.

"Proceed," Marcus commanded. The air pressure in the room dropped, his aura sucking the oxygen out of the space.

The doctor sobbed, a choked sound, but her body moved against her will. The Alpha Command hijacked her muscles. She picked up the syringe. It was filled with a shimmering, metallic liquid.

Liquid silver.

In our world, silver is the ultimate poison. It burns through our accelerated healing, halts our shifting, and if injected directly into the bloodstream in high doses, it hunts down the wolf nature inside us and severs the link, effectively erasing it. It is a torture usually reserved for traitors and murderers.

"Marcus," I croaked. My throat was raw from the smoke. "Please."

He didn't look at me. He looked at the wall. "It will be over soon, Sarah. You won't feel the burden of your wolf nature anymore."

The needle pierced the vein in my arm.

I gasped.

It wasn't cold. It was fire. Molten lead surged up my arm, racing toward my heart.

I screamed.

The pain was not just physical. It was spiritual. I felt her-the essence of my wolf-panic. She clawed at the inside of my chest, howling in confusion and agony. She tried to heal the intrusion, but the silver was too potent. It was acid eating through silk.

Sarah! she cried out in my mind, her voice distorted by pain. Run!

I can't, I sobbed internally.

The fire spread to every nerve ending. My back arched off the table, straining against the leather straps. The sound of my own screaming filled the small room, bouncing off the concrete walls.

Marcus watched. He didn't flinch.

Then came the tear.

It felt like a rusty hook snagging the core of my soul and ripping it out through my throat.

A high-pitched whine echoed in my head, followed by a terrible, suffocating silence.

My wolf gave one last shudder, a phantom sensation of fur bristling, and then she was gone. The connection that had been a warm hum in the back of my mind since I was a child was severed.

I went limp. The world turned gray. My hearing, usually sharp enough to hear a heartbeat across the room, dulled instantly. The smell of rust faded into a generic metallic odor.

I was empty.

"It is done," the doctor whispered, collapsing to her knees.

Marcus walked over to the table. He looked down at me. I was sweating, trembling, tears streaming down my face into my ears.

He reached out and brushed a damp lock of hair from my forehead. His touch, which should have sent sparks of the Mate Bond through me-the electric thrill of a fated connection-felt like nothing. Just warm, dry skin.

The bond was broken physically, even if the moon still recognized it.

"Shh," he soothed, his voice dripping with fake tenderness. "You're safe now, Sarah. You can rest. No more burdens."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. It was the kiss of a Judas.

I wanted to spit in his face. I wanted to tear his throat out. But I was just a powerless girl now, strapped to a table, surrounded by wolves.

If I fought, he would kill me. If I showed him that I knew the truth, I would never leave this room.

I forced my trembling hand to lift. I grabbed his lapel. I looked into his eyes with all the desperation of a dying animal.

"Thank you," I whispered, the lie tasting like bile in my mouth. "Thank you for saving me, Alpha."

Marcus smiled. It was a triumphant, arrogant smile. He thought he had won. He thought he had broken me.

He had no idea what he had just unleashed.