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Unwanted By The Alpha, Chosen By Fate

Chapter 3

Word Count: 866 | Released on: Today at 20:58

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pressing a cloth steeped in

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ged sound that echoed through the dead of night. By this

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Unwanted By The Alpha, Chosen By Fate

Superstition Werewolf

“I was a lowly Omega mated to Caleb, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. I thought I had finally found my harbor. But when our five-year-old daughter, Aria, plunged into a frozen lake and nearly drowned, he was nowhere to be found. He had blocked our mental link to play house with my sister's daughters at the Gamma estate. For three days, Aria lay dying in a coma. The trauma forced her inner wolf into hibernation. To protect her mind, it erased every conscious memory of her father-but her wolf remembered the wound. His scent was not a memory anymore. It was a scar. When she finally woke up, she shrank away from the heavy velvet curtains. "Mama, it smells like cold ashes in a wet hearth. Make it go away." She was screaming in terror just smelling his lingering scent. Her mind could not name him, but her body still remembered what it felt like to be abandoned in the snow. He had given the healing moonstones and the winter pelt he promised our daughter to my sister's twins instead. My sister even sneered at my desperate pleas, telling everyone I was just faking the accident to get his attention. I had spent my entire life bending my neck to the Pack hierarchy, enduring my family's disdain and my mate's cruel neglect. But looking at my fractured child, the heavy chain around my heart simply vanished, replaced by cold iron. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg for his love anymore. Instead, I packed my meager dowry, went straight to the Luna Queen for a Royal Decree of Rejection, and took my daughter away to build an empire of our own.”