His Unwanted Mate: The Secret Silvermoon Heir

Chapter 3

Word Count: 877 | Released on: 11/05/2026

able with a solid, final thud. Beside it sat a locked wo

de the Pack borders was nothing but a death sentence to her. "My Lady," she whispered, her voice cra

back to the ruins of the Silvermoon Pack-the torn bodies of my brothers, the lifeless eyes of my father. Deep within my soul

is better than a Pack that reeks of betrayal and rot, Effa. But do not

wiping her red

s discard me in the shadows. We are going to the Royal Capital. I will demand an audience with Alpha King Adrian Reynolds, and I will Accept the Re

outh, but the sheer terror in her eyes

tter autumn wind rattled the glass panes. A sharp knock interrupted the silence. Gilda Brock, Bertha

quarters," Gilda announced, her chin tilted

past her, my posture perfectly straight, t

ng scent of decaying leaves-Bertha's natural scent-mixed with t

invisible. Beside him was his wife, Amanda, a timid Omega who kept her eyes glued to the floor. Sitting on the velvet sofa was Kaci, Justin's sixteen-y

tly in the corner. Her cold mint scent remained completely de

sive bed. Her skin was sallow, her hands resembling skeletal c

tha croaked, reachin

ess of her skin. She needed me. Or rather, she needed my dowry to keep buying

ild. With the Silvermoon Pack gone... a wolfless girl like you has no backing. You need the protection of the Bloodfang Pack to survive. Ju

orphan clinging to their scraps. They thought they could use my slaughtered family as a w

ut of Bertha's skeletal grip. The temp

rtha," I said, my voice cutting through the heavy, suffocating silenc

hattered. She was completely caught off g

leared her throat, frantically trying to recover her poise. "She is a bit rough around the

who was supposed to replace me. The sheer a

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His Unwanted Mate: The Secret Silvermoon Heir

Huang Xiaohuai Werewolf

“I used my ten-million-dollar dowry and exhausted my health to keep my mate's bankrupt pack afloat and buy life-saving elixirs for his dying mother. However, when Alpha Justin finally returned from the war, he not only reeked of another she-wolf's scent, but also slapped a Royal Decree on the table, coldly announcing that Gamma Brenna would be his "Co-Luna." His parasitic family, who had survived entirely on my blood and wealth, immediately turned on me, mocking me as a "wolfless orphan" whose family was slaughtered. "Brenna is a warrior; she doesn't have the time to raise children," Justin told me arrogantly. "So, you will act as their unpaid nanny. If you behave, I'll sleep with you just once to give you a pup as a 'consolation prize.' But my heart and body belong entirely to Brenna." They demanded I swallow this ultimate humiliation, step aside, and continue funding their luxurious lifestyle. They thought I was a pathetic, wolfless victim who would obediently act as their personal ATM just to avoid being cast out into the woods as a Rogue. They didn't know that my "wolfless" body harbored a rare, ancient White Wolf. They didn't know that Justin's so-called "heroic glory" was stolen-built on the slaughtered corpses of my family to cover up his own cowardice. And they certainly didn't know I had already visited the Alpha King. Keep your consolation prize, Justin. I'm packing up every last cent of my ten million dollars and securing my Royal Severance Decree. With the entire Royal Army standing behind me, I'm going to sit back and watch your arrogant pack starve to death.”