From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma

Chapter 7

Word Count: 773 | Released on: 06/05/2026

Vanc

lanced through my skull, and for a moment, the world went gray. But then, as the last echo of Zane's prese

xt. It was time for a final purge. A ritual

my door interru

There's a visitor for you in the main hall,"

itor?

knew I was here-or so I had thought. But as I followed th

f Elder Alaric, the most revered figure in the Blackwood Pack. Alaric had been my mentor in herbol

you." He held out two items: a thick, elegan

"How did y

essence. A bit of old magic for an old friend. He insisted on delivering it personally." His expression softened. "But this,"

The first piece of jewelry Zane ever gave me, a simple silver pendant. A smooth, gray sto

hings are changing in Blackwood. There are rumors... about a

aric's eightieth birthday celebratio

mind at war with itself. To go back was unthinkable. But to refuse was

lackwood gear I had kept-buzzed softly. The encrypte

whisper. "Things are a mess here. The Alpha is planning to put that Croft woman in charge of the Moonspring Valley command. The warr

aw, another she-wolf I had once considered a friend. Her tone was

hould really come back before you do something you'll regret. The A

fied everything. Faye knew my number because she had been my second-in-command for year

bold, audacious idea. Alaric's birthday party

the entire Blackwood Pack to see me again. Not as a ru

see me as

I would not go alone, and I would

tion held firmly in my hand. He looked

nd clear. "I've decided to attend

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From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma

Lu Meng Werewolf

“For seven years, I was Alpha Zane's Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded. On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman. "Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand." He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence. I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse. But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator. He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her-a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war. When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance. He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion. He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory. Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration. Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.”