He Took the Cure,I Became the Legend

Chapter 4

Word Count: 769 | Released on: 09/06/2026

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Jason's voice boomed through the d

uscular frame casting a

s no one to cook, no one to clean. Is

nd. My fingertips twitched. "I am not your free maid, Jason. I reme

ed, crossin

She is a Beta, yet she is so understand

disgust. "With your low-blood status, no ot

he Marking, the sacred ritual to claim me as his eternal mate. Eve

re to pack my things," I said, wa

Jason

ant to be used only in emergencies. It is a vocal compulsion, a biologi

nto my shoulders, trying

e White Wolf within me refused to bow. I straightened my spine,

hock. He thought I was just playing

ther command. But the metallic click of the lock disengagin

rling a shiny spare

d swept her gaze over my suitcases with the cool appraisal of one assessing a decommissioned asset. The sight of that key in her hand, a k

evoid of all inflection. "The spare key I thought we had misplaced

erly reports you asked for," she said softly, strategically releasing a subtle wave of vanilla pheromones to trig

front of her, shi

. "And do not come crying to my office begging

e. "There is some leftover raw meat in the fr

treating me like a stra

lothes into two suitcases and walke

ouse, I pulled out my phone a

d the button to renounce my affiliation. The effect was not digital, but visceral. Deep in my chest, the ancient White Wolf let out a resonant, silent howl,

ay with Valerie, a Pack Guard ru

ena has officially renounced

te shrink in the rearview mirror. My wolf did not

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He Took the Cure,I Became the Legend

Tabbie Platt Werewolf

“I was attacked by Rogues on border patrol and severely poisoned by silver rain. I dragged my burning body back to the packhouse, expecting my boyfriend of five years, the future Alpha, to save me. Instead, Jason just complained that I was tracking mud on his expensive leather shoes. He went straight to the medicine cabinet and took all three of our remaining magical healing potions. I begged him to leave just one vial for me, as the silver poison was literally boiling my blood. "Stop behaving like a fragile Omega," he snapped. Then, he left to give all the life-saving potions to his Beta secretary, Chloe. Her life-threatening emergency? She had caught a slight chill from walking to her car in the rain. As I lay dying on the living room rug, I heard him mind-link her, promising to buy her a limited-edition sports car to comfort her. The five years of love and loyalty I had given him instantly turned to dust. He assumed I would just swallow the humiliation, thinking I was throwing a childish tantrum to get his attention. But as my ancient White Wolf bloodline miraculously awakened to heal my ruined body, my heart went completely cold. I didn't cry or beg him to look at me again. I packed my bags, officially severed my bond with his pack, and walked right into the arms of my true Fated Mate.”