His Silent Omega's Hidden White Wolf Bloodline

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 853 | Released on: 01/04/2026

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ld, cramped room, prying up the loose plank beneath the narrow cot. My fingers brushed the cold metal of a faded tin box. Inside

The Pack disg

ter stood there, flanked by two burly she-wolf maids. Her eyes locked onto the tin box. "Take

lunged, her han

msy grab, caught her wrist, and twisted it into a brutal, bone-straining joint lo

asped, ste

out my phone with my free hand and brought up th

ed the screen toward Clotilde. "Any infringement on my personal property is a direct provoca

my unyielding grip on her maid. She couldn't comprehend

s," Clotilde spat, her voice trembling with ve

threat, and walked past them with

the exit, the sound of Luna Victoria's vo

ed into her phone, speaking to another Pack's Luna. "She might even be a

I pulled out my phone, hit the record button, and captured fifteen seconds of her venomous slande

e, the foyer was thick with the oppressive

eneath his skin, furious and frustrated after three weeks of failing to find his mysterious sav

ripping with ice. "Did you go back just

the box. I instinctively

d clamped down hard

as so intense, so overwhelmingly intimate, that my carefully constructed mask shattered. I snapped my head up, glaring at him. T

. The air between us crackled, heavy and breathless. I could almost h

y shoulders and forcing the void back into my eyes. I suffocated my

clenching as his rational mind violently rejected what his Lycan instincts had just screamed at him

e growled, rubbing his t

ried to my suite, locki

ns. I sat at my desk in the dim light and opened my encrypted laptop. The screen bathed my fac

nd targeted Schmidt Industries, specifically the subsidiary managing Clotilde's precious

ock graph plummet, a beautiful, vertical red

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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.”