Claiming His Defiant Omega Mate

Chapter 2

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ive perfumes. It was the coming-of-age ball for Elara, the eldest daughter of the Alpha and Luna. Carriages from

eek at the ballroom?" Annie ask

id. It is a warding herb sachet for Lady Elara, to keep evil spirits away." A small gesture, but I nee

music from the grand hall drifted up to the roof. I slipped out of my attic window and climbed onto the sloping slate roof, making my way to the Goth

one gargoyle above me was a young man. He wore a crisp black tailcoat, his dark hair messy from the wind, and in the gloom, his eyes held a fixed,

powerful Alpha. A primal, deep-seated impulse urged me to drop my head, to bare the soft flesh of my throat in a ges

ocked, his voice a deep rumble that vib

p pine needles and cold iron. "Who are you to trespass on the i

lpha's Command. The sheer force of his aura pushed down on my shoulders like a physical weight, making my knees tremble even whil

eyes narrowing. "Future Alpha of th

law Pack was the strongest military force in the region. "I

are causing trouble in this pack, or making Elara sad, I will drag you into the forest and banish you as a Rogue myself." Rogues

appiness is none of my concern-but neither is her misery. I keep to the sha

ething shifted in his expression-not respect, but a flicker of curiosity, quickly smothered. He scoffed,

bitter taste in my mouth, but this encounter was different. He had looked at me not just with disdain, but with a strange i

ruins of a moon gate stood hidden in the thick fog. The damp earth softened my footsteps. As I neared the crumbling stone archway, my ears picked up the s

voice giggled. "You are

charming male voice replied. That was Julian, a noble

red suit. But as the wind shifted, it carried his scent directly to my nose. Werewolves relied on scent more than sight. Beneath Julian's expensive cologne, there was somet

ack wolf. It smelled like rotting leaves. The scent of a wolf with no pack, rank with the desperation of the

ng sweet promises to the Alpha's daughter. And Elara, the sweet, shel

d it carelessly, I would be blamed-the bastard Omega spreading poison about a noble War

ing myself in the process. But before I could act, I needed p

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Claiming His Defiant Omega Mate

Anabella Brianes Werewolf

“My father, the Alpha of the Winterfang Pack, cast my sick mother and me out to die in the freezing Black Forest. To buy my survival, my mother swallowed pure silver poison right in front of the pack gates, dying in agony as I watched. Taken in out of pity, I was treated like a diseased rat, locked in a damp attic as a bastard Omega. The visiting Alpha of the strongest pack, Kaelen, pinned me against a brick wall, his golden eyes burning with absolute disgust. "Do you think you can use your cheap Omega tricks to ruin this family?" I was forbidden from speaking, forced to watch in silence as the pack's true heir rotted away in a cursed courtyard. He was paralyzed by dark magic that my father had secretly allowed, just to put his own corrupt bloodline in power. I was nothing but a lowly servant, mocked by high-ranking wolves and threatened with execution if I stepped out of line. I didn't understand why the Moon Goddess allowed such cruelty, or why my mother had to die for their sins. Why did they treat me like dirt when I was the only one holding the ancient, forbidden knowledge that could save their dying heir? I decided I was done hiding in the shadows. I walked straight into the guarded courtyard, used my mother's sacred relic to draw the black curse from the heir's blood, and finally awakened my legendary White Wolf bloodline. I watched as the terrifying Alpha Kaelen dropped to his knees before me, his beast howling in sudden, desperate recognition of his fated mate.”