His Silent Omega's Hidden White Wolf Bloodline

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 676 | Released on: 01/04/2026

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as thick with the sharp pine and heavy musk of dozens of rival Alph

m his touch shot up my arm, but his body was rigid. He pulled me flush against his side, using

rowled, his voice a barely audible, feral rumb

y gaze fixed forward. With my free index finger, I slowly, de

, but I am

ock before the irises were swallowed by pitch-black. *Rage*, his Lycan beast, was roaring in

Pack Warriors. Standing at the entrance was my father, Alpha Richard Schmidt. He

, his voice carrying just enough to ensure the ne

His scent-cedarwood and the violent ozone of a burning bonfire

pping to a lethal, icy register. "Before you worry about my assets, mana

tightening. "You're swi

low, dark chuckle.

heavy with expensive perfume, roasted meats, and raw power. We barely made it past the towerin

rame before he smirked at Kingsley. "This must be a very quie

eatest vulnerability. Instinctively, I stepped a fr

round us plummeted. Kingsley stared at

his tone eerily calm but dripping with absolute murder. "Say one

ng from his face as he took a hasty step

trical gasp echoed nea

crusted replica of my black velvet gown. Clotilde pointed at her, her voice

me up and down, her voice dripping with sugary venom. "Oh, dar

ugh the surrounding Alphas and L

ng deep in his chest. His Lycan was ready to te

e from a passing waiter's tray. I took a slow sip, looking at Bianca with a ga

eaking. I w

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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.”