Wolves of Betrayal

From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen

Jun Shangye

For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate. But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world. "Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly. "The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit." He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient." I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth. Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side. The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg. Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival.

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The air smelled of blood before the first scream came.

It was faint at first-just a note on the wind. A copper tang beneath the scent of pine and storm-damp earth. The trees whispered restlessly, their branches swaying in rhythm with something ancient and disturbed. Rhea Voss stood at the ridge above the valley, her boots coated in dust, her breath shallow, her body still. Listening.

Not watching.

Listening was how you survived in Ashen Fang territory. You listened to the wind, the birds, the way silence settled like a predator. Sight could lie. Sound never did.

And right now... the woods were too quiet.

Behind her, the scouting party shifted impatiently. Four wolves in human form, each battle-tested, each older than her-and yet they waited for her signal. Because she was the one with the instinct. The one the Alpha trusted. The Ghost Wolf, they called her. Silent. Efficient. Lethal.

But tonight, something felt off.

The scent came again. Stronger now. Not just blood. Burning.

And something else.

Silver.

Rhea's lips parted, a curse barely forming. "Move."

She was already sprinting down the incline before the others reacted, her muscles moving like memory. She didn't need to shift. Not yet. She needed clarity. Precision.

The trees thinned as she descended into the valley, the undergrowth torn up in chaotic patterns-signs of a struggle, too recent for comfort. Her foot caught something soft, and she skidded to a halt.

A body.

Eyes wide. Throat torn.

Ashen Fang.

"Shit," muttered Jorik behind her, kneeling to inspect the fallen packmate.

"Burn marks on the wounds," Rhea murmured, voice flat. "Silver-lined blades."

"Poachers?" someone asked.

She didn't answer. Poachers didn't get this deep into Velmorra. Not without dying. No. This was a message.

She felt it in her bones before she saw the second body-this one wasn't Ashen Fang. This one wore the pale grey tunic of Silver Hollow.

Her breath caught.

This wasn't a random kill.

This was war.

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They gathered the bodies before dawn. The others argued about whether to take them home or burn them. Rhea stood still through it all, her thoughts miles away.

Why was a Silver Hollow wolf here? Why was his blood mingled with one of their own?

More importantly, why had they killed each other?

Unless...

Unless someone else had orchestrated it.

Her jaw tensed.

Kael needed to hear this.

And she needed answers.

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