The Alpha's Assassin Wolfless Mate

Chapter 7

Word Count: 694 | Released on: 23/07/2026

actly two days, just enough time for her imaginary bruises to "heal" into somet

s were shaking so violently I could feel the tremor

in that flared with every tug. "Disinfect the shears. L

ast stitch, her fraying nerve finally snapped. The sharp tip of the shears sl

Elara dropped the shears as if they had burned her.

orry! Please, I be

s what the pack thought of me. A monster who

flat, leaving no room for

nt disbelief was louder, and far more tragic

ars, a heavy, violent knock rattle

h the wood, heavy with the Alpha's authorit

ara's face. She looked at me

f ice. I knew exactly what I was walking into-a firing squad. Yet, as I turned the handle and stepped out int

onso

led me, Alpha!

ce, grating on my nerves. She knelt before me, her face bu

r, my expression bored.

action of a second. "They're... they're in a d

very single one of Ariel's strikes with clinical awe. Joints. Nerve clusters. Specific pressure points that woul

it so there would be absolutely nothing

ut a predatory thrill that had absolutely nothing to do with her

about

ted to surround her with the hostile, accusing eyes of the elders. I wanted to apply the kind of crushing pressure that broke the strongest o

mind-link, my eyes never leaving Trina's pathetic form. "A

was a crucible. And I was setting the stage

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“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.”