His Silent Omega's Hidden White Wolf Bloodline

Author: Elisha Plasket

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 717 | Released on: 01/04/2026

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I swirled the amber liquid in my crystal glass, my Lycan senses assaulted by

sickening, obsessive hunger. She thought she could play games. She thought my political marriage to that

ass to my lips

aneous. Liquid fire tore

hijacked my nervous system. My Lycan healing, usually instantaneous, slammed into a brick wall of agon

uckled. Through the sensory static and the sudden, terrifying loss of motor control, I cau

it would be a political disaster. I stumbled backward, the massive champagne tower

ever

rmers. The grand crystal chandeliers above us shattered into darkness. Plunged into a sudden, pitch-b

fitting uniform, a low-pulled cap, and a black face mask hauled me upright. I flared my nostrils, desperate to identify

dered, low and del

ors, swallowed by the shadows of the service area. My limbs were lead. Rage thras

on the keypad. My blurred mind barely registered the numbers, but a chi

d me across the black marble floor of my bathroom and sh

d blocks of ice s

ed in my veins, but the extreme cold fought back the neurotoxin, giving me a fracti

d for the mask, desperate to rip it off and expose

spond! Whe

nd-Link, a psychic sledgehammer that shattered

g away in my iron grip. For a fraction of a second, the harsh bathroom light illuminated the pale skin of her

igure bolted through the glass doors, disappea

m. I looked down at my hand. Resting in my palm was a single, hand-forged obsidian cufflink, tor

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His Silent Omega's Hidden White Wolf Bloodline

Elisha Plasket Werewolf

“I was the Lycan King's political wife, universally despised as a "wolfless Omega" freak. When my husband, Kingsley, was poisoned with a lethal dose of silver at a pack gala, I disguised my scent and risked everything to drag him to safety. But instead of recognizing his mate, he threw me to the wolves. He spent weeks tearing the city apart to find his "mysterious savior," while treating me like a sickening disease. "Stay out of my sight. You reek of sickness." He spat those words at me, completely blind to the fact that the scent he hated was the bleach I used to hide my tracks. Meanwhile, my abusive family publicly humiliated me, auctioning off my mother's grave to my worst enemy while Kingsley just watched in disgust. I endured his icy glares and their venomous insults in silence. They all thought I was just a pathetic, empty shell they could crush. They didn't know I was "The Zero"-the phantom hacker currently bleeding their financial empires dry. At the grand auction, I finally dropped the act. I wiped out my enemy's fortune with a single keystroke, bought my mother's land, and traded it to the Elders for my absolute freedom. Now, as the auction screens bleed red, Kingsley is staring at me with dark, consuming shock. He finally realizes the lethal monster he's been hunting was his submissive wife all along.”