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The White Wolf's Secret: Rejected By The Alpha

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 914    |    Released on: 05/12/2025

Ha

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the stairs when

ound of my mother's voice fro

oisone

od at the bottom of the

no such

She rushed up, fa

the side. The sti

ctor says it's an allergic reaction to a foreign contam

didn't make the food, Mother. T

ed behind her. "I told you to go ther

the kitchen. I

jealous. That's why we sent you North.

fr

hat they sent a twelve-year-old to a froz

post fences. I remembered picking up a silver-plated dagger at fourteen because the peri

that night. I hadn't pee

what yo

d walked into my ro

shouting threats, but a scream fr

ed qu

he silk dresses

out a black tactical duffel. Ins

daggers. A first-aid kit tailored for w

s into cargo pants and combat bo

burner. Old te

er I hadn't use

gruff voice ans

V. Requesting

ned. "Commander V? We though

own," I said. "I'm

ve a Rogue surge in Sector

ten h

bag over m

ed its way into my head. C

myself. You are my mate, but I will

flutter. The bond fel

ath, Cain.* I

door. The hall

As I passed my parents' bedroom, the

top

er whispered. "The synthetic boosters are destroying

llingly practical. "She's an Omega, she recovers fa

?" my father asked.

tition the Council. Say Vera is unstable. Un

y aren't

an be Eris's lady-in-waiting. Take care of their pups. We tell the public Vera

gripping my bag until

. They were planning to harvest

ed. "It's for the good of the

acea

me snapped. Not a

d the d

y mother's eyes wide

mmered. "What a

id, voice low, vibr

epped forward, Alpha posturi

d? You want me to

her cried, pivoting to an

is withdrawing from

led. "What d

ics. If you were a real Alph

ned a

mother shrieked. "You can'

hild. And I a

toward th

llowed, using his Al

physical wall. My muscle

was a warrior of the North. In th

Forced my leg to m

red the

Omega breaking an Alp

't loo

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