The Alpha's Assassin Wolfless Mate

Author: Dashing Wave Rider

Chapter 1

Word Count: 702 | Released on: 23/07/2026

this life, Alphonso - but I'l

dn't

he most decorated trauma surgeon of my generation. I spent the next thirty years on the worst battlefields that world had to offer - half medic, half soldier, a chip wired into my own skull s

ven days ago again. I was young. I w

middle of the ceremony hall. Blood cove

Pack's delegation, sent here to witness the binding. Alphonso stood over me, hi

word, another voice

racker, pushed through the crowd.

close to my chest, close to the b

ace c

enough for the whole hall to hear. "That's Alph

Someone from the delegation cursing. A woman scr

He was staring at his

of, seven days and one lifetime ago. He had no idea I wasn't the girl who'd loved hi

erformance?" he said. The words ca

rite in front of the delegation." "Corbin

d, louder now. "Did you think this would make me pity y

ibs screamed. I looked a

e wrong pers

iage, and now that it's inconvenient, you don't remember any of it. I am Alphonso West, A

. Hard. His Alpha p

ers into the nerve point on hi

delegation drew

"Alpha. It's already moving through the bond. The whole p

tempt was gone from his face.

one from his voice. He let Chase pull him toward t

d at me on t

es who now thought I might be his blood relative, and an old man's nose that h

ry, and I still couldn't cat

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The Alpha's Assassin Wolfless Mate

Dashing Wave Rider Werewolf

“I woke up to a symphony of agony, only to realize I was trapped in the body of a girl who had just been pushed down a flight of stairs. I was once a top-tier operative who died in a fiery explosion, but now I was "Ariel," a despised, wolfless pariah in a primitive werewolf pack. The Alpha, Alphonso West, stood over my broken body, radiating hostility and disgust for the mate he was politically forced to marry. Instead of treating me, he banished me to a dilapidated cottage, fully expecting me to die from my severe, infected chest wound. The pack's servants, led by a cruel girl named Trina, immediately came to humiliate and starve me. They thought I was still the pathetic, lovesick fool they used to beat up for fun. They waited for me to cry, to beg for the Alpha's attention, or to just quietly bleed out in the dirt. The original Ariel had given her entire life for this man's affection, only to be casually murdered by him. How could they treat a human life like worthless garbage? Did they honestly believe I would just lay down and accept this miserable fate? They had no idea the soul inside this shattered body had been replaced. "I think you have the wrong person." I stitched my own torn flesh with a rusted pin, paralyzed the servant who dared to attack me, and openly challenged the Alpha's authority in his own throne room. I didn't need a wolf to survive. I was going to teach this pack what a true apex predator looks like.”