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His Defiant Mate: The Wolfless Omega's Revenge

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 794    |    Released on: 03/07/2026

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haotic energy. The flow was steady, and I watched the number in my

his eyes receded, leaving behind a stormy, intelligent grey, though they were

face, and it was filled with a pote

onger a guttural growl, but a deep bariton

d energy," I stated, my voice flat and factual

ord dripping with contempt. "You filthy Omeg

rce. Instead of being thrown off, I used his momentum to

issed h

to get what I needed. I pressed my body against his, my hands coming up to g

ense, a roaring river of power. My life force bar shot upwards, racing

ck. His mind, still reeling, couldn't proc

tearing at the very fabric of his being. The curse, which had

hoved me away with a surge of power that sent me flying backwards.

was on his knees for a second before his body gave out completely. He collapsed onto

abruptly. My life force se

washed over me. I

ferent story. The silent klaxon returned

ncing catastrophic energy overload and curse

the interface. It was a ti

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e, which had regained som

demanded of the system, p

reply was bru

the anchor perishes, the host's vitality will be completely depl

led. A tiny, glowing chain icon linked it to a second, smaller i

arized with chi

ies, so

uggles, my gambles, my fight for survival... had a

o his neck, searching for a pulse. It was there, but it was a faint,

force the energy back into him, but no

en shut down. One-way tra

y from him. And now, to save m

surgeon took over. Calm. Clinical. Focused. My patient was dying. And I, Chloe

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His Defiant Mate: The Wolfless Omega's Revenge
His Defiant Mate: The Wolfless Omega's Revenge
“I was known as the "wolfless," ugly, and stupid Omega of the Stonefang Pack, treated worse than a stray dog by my own family. That miserable life ended when my sweet, perfect cousin Cassidy handed me a cup of tea. It was a paralyzing poison, and soon after drinking it, I was dragged into the deep woods and thrown into a freezing stream to drown. The toxic brew left my face disfigured with hideous blotches. I almost died in that water, nearly strangled by a cursed, berserk Alpha King who was losing his mind. I only survived by awakening a dormant Psychic Imprint left by my mother, forcing me to forcefully kiss the Alpha to siphon his energy just to keep my organs from shutting down. As my mind finally cleared, I realized the "feeble-mindedness" I suffered my whole life wasn't natural. It was their poison, a slow drip meant to keep me docile while they stole my legacy. Why did my own blood want me dead so badly? Dragging my broken body back to the pack estate, I found them draped in black, holding a lavish memorial service for my "tragic accident." Cassidy was at the altar, shedding fake, heartbreaking tears. I kicked the heavy oak doors open, stepping into the light with my ruined face and a stolen silver dagger. "Starting my memorial without the guest of honor? How rude."”