The Wolfless Outcast's Defiant Mate And Her Sweet Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 727 | Released on: 24/06/2026

stair, describing how she had gone looking for me, full of motherly concern, only to find the guest room do

sted cripple, ostracized by the family, who had t

eyes with a lace handkerchief. "Our sweet Grace would never... And

s staff on the floor ag

ze shifted, pinning Constantine in place. "Constan

dable pools of grey. He glanced at Eleanor, then at the p

and steady, without a trace of fear.

he onlookers. His words were a conf

s wide with disbelief. He stared

's eyes before she masked it with a fresh wav

nd Constantine's father, the former Alpha, had been riva

laced with fury. "You admit to drugging a

n. "Elder, according to the ancient laws of the Pack, what is the prescrib

lly, the law ingrained in him. "They are to be bonded immediatel

intention. I am formally requesting that you, as the highest auth

ck! He is trying to escape his punishment! He defil

k in the silent hall. It was the jo

had never wanted me as a daughter-

r what she w

nnounced. He addressed me directly, his voice a little

d seal Constantine's fate. I saw Eleanor's eyes na

uth. But my throat was raw, my body still we

spoke again, his voice a low rumble beneath my ear

is clearly not in her right mind. Anything she says now could be dismissed as t

he weight of his wor

strange, solemn finality. "I was the aggressor. It was my doing. And now, I

s he confirming their lies? He was a victim in this too, a pawn in E

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The Wolfless Outcast's Defiant Mate And Her Sweet Revenge

REGINA SIMONDS Werewolf

“I arrived at Blackwood Manor in a simple blue dress, nervous but excited for my engagement dinner with Julian. But my future mother-in-law, Eleanor, handed me a glass of spiked lemonade. Within minutes, I was locked inside an isolated guest room, burning alive in a forced, unnatural Heat. When the door finally burst open, flashbulbs blinded me. Eleanor shrieked, accusing Julian's "crippled" uncle, Constantine, of drugging and defiling me. I looked desperately at Julian, the man who was supposed to love me, but he simply averted his eyes and abandoned me to the wolves. To protect my honor, Constantine took the blame. He endured twenty agonizing lashes from a silver whip, his back torn to bloody ribbons while the entire Pack watched in disgust. I later found out it was all a calculated trap. Eleanor had already arranged a wealthier, more powerful bride for Julian. I was just a disposable Omega obstacle. Even my adoptive family tried to extort a dowry out of my ruined reputation, treating me like worthless garbage. But as I stood in my abusive childhood home, watching Constantine effortlessly crush my adoptive parents' greed, he pointed to the prized decorative plate on their mantel. "Go on. Think of it as a farewell ceremony." I picked it up and smashed it against the stone hearth, the explosive crack shattering years of suffocating silence. This time, I wasn't going to be a victim.”