Betrayed by the Alpha, Fated to the Lycan King

Chapter 3

Word Count: 731 | Released on: 21/10/2026

s of the collapsed rubble onto my face

ody down. My blood had nearly run dry,

d my baby's tiny body lay nestled against the

my cheek against its cold, damp fur, tears m

, shaking the earth right before the terrifyi

ing sound of helicopter blades cut through t

ped away by brute force, letting the howling w

ring helicopter dozens of feet above, landing hard on the

g, intoxicating scent of cedar and pine sw

sparks dancing across my freezing skin as the tiny spark

the Moon Goddess, triggering the unmistakable scent, t

ith his bare hands, his palms splitting op

l! Ho

madness and terror cut through

s face, but severe blood loss left onl

ody into his arms, his burning hands trembling violently aga

mach and the lifeless pup resting against my

I have to tear this entire mountain

Command, yet his voice cr

ent, an unprecedented sense of calm and completeness washed

ad never been touched by a filthy Rogue, and m

ly gripped his soaked suit lapel, wanting to sp

as he bowed his head and pressed a de

y eye burned away completely into a pure white c

a clock's second han

on Goddess. Your vengeanc

e echoed directly inside my head

ht like a drowning person breaking the surf

d, no freezing rain, and no

mpletely free of silver burns, and presse

ds onto the wooden floor, illuminating the calen

ng into the mirror at my young, eighteen-year-old face with

the fall semester where ev

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Betrayed by the Alpha, Fated to the Lycan King

Shi Yue Werewolf

“I was bound by searing silver chains in a damp basement, my pregnant belly heavily swollen. My fiancé, Hampton, and my sister, Cherise, walked in. But Hampton didn't come to save me. "Your only purpose in existing was to serve as an incubator to cultivate gene serum for Cherise," he said coldly. Cherise sliced my stomach open with a silver scalpel and pulled out my premature baby. She laughed, claiming the father was just a filthy Rogue she had hired off the streets to ruin me. But when my dying baby opened its eyes, the terrifying, crushing aura of a supreme Lycan shattered the room. Terrified by the bloodline pressure, Hampton aimed his silver pistol at my newborn. To protect my child, I took the silver bullet and was buried under the collapsing rubble of the basement. As I lay bleeding out in the freezing rain, a godlike man dropped from a helicopter and desperately pulled my broken body from the ruins. "I forbid you to die!" He roared with grief, his intoxicating scent of cedar triggering our ultimate mate bond right before my last breath. My baby wasn't a mongrel. It carried the noblest blood in the world, and my true mate was a supreme king. Yet I had been tortured to death believing I was just a defective, wolfless piece of trash. Opening my eyes again, the stench of blood and rain was completely gone. I was back in my dorm room at St. Jude Academy, exactly eighteen years old. This time, my hidden White Wolf bloodline was awakening, and I would make them pay back every drop of blood.”