The Dying Alpha's Unexpected Fated Mate

Chapter 8

Word Count: 602 | Released on: 16/09/2026

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, that was all I knew. A cold, creeping fog of sil

n't felt in a year. My inner wolf, long silent and shivering i

st thing I saw was my mother, her face stained with tears,

cent that cut through the stale air of my sickroom, a scent my

, asleep. She was the source. My mind, now blessedly clear, started putting the pieces

ceremony with a chicken, I'd heard Gareth crowing about it through the mind-link before I sh

. My muscles were weak, screaming in protes

to my side. "Jasp

" I asked, my v

ed, gesturing to the sleeping woma

of her jaw. This was no meek, sacrificial Omega. My gaze fell to her hands, and I

leaped to the darkest conclusion. Was this

were a startling, vivid green. Our eyes locked. A jolt, powerful

. I would n

led, the words to

ror. But Carina... she didn't flinch. She just looked at me, a

ack from the dead, Alpha?" she asked, her v

elp," I retorted, pushin

for anything," she shot back, st

my voice low. "You and my family, forci

said with a small, infuriating smi

the words a desperate

id, her smile vanishing. "We

that belied her exhaustion. Something cold and

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“I was born a useless Omega, living in the slums. When the Kensington Pack's Alpha heir was dying, they needed a sacrificial bride to absorb his curse. My cousin faked a coma to escape, so I was dragged away as her replacement. They didn't treat me like a bride, but a disposable vessel. The Alpha's cruel brother deliberately crashed my carriage. To humiliate me, he forced me to complete the wedding ceremony with a rooster. Afterwards, the maids locked me in a dark, damp storeroom to rot, waiting for the ritual to bind my life to a corpse. In their eyes, an Omega from the swamp was just garbage. They thought they had brought a helpless lamb to the slaughter. But they didn't know my soul was from another world. I wasn't a lamb; I was a surgeon. I faked a deadly asthma attack to force the terrified servants to take me to the Alpha's chamber. Using my silver needles, I drew the incurable poison right out of his heart. When the arrogant Alpha woke up and tried to use his dominance to throw me out, I simply pierced a nerve cluster in his neck, completely paralyzing him. "Now, my patient," I smiled sweetly as he glared at me in horror. "Let's discuss my consultation fee."”