The White Wolf's Secret Comatose Alpha Mate

Chapter 8

Word Count: 786 | Released on: 26/10/2026

rix

e fastened the golden clasps of my custom Black Ridge bridal gown-a floor-length

rhythmic knock sou

le, carrying the white porcelain tureen on a lacquered tra

ur mother came to bring you a fina

ing a thick, dark-brown herbal broth

th. Drinking it before you board the bridal car will n

right under my nose, her knu

ica scent masked everything, but my White Wolf olfactory senses instantly picked u

olf's brain signals from their limbs, leaving the victim comp

t's hot-the Black Ridge convoy is alr

ently, pushing the bo

of touched hesitation wash over m

ourse I will drink every drop... only,

nk the soup first

arpened with barely

ed me as a betrothal token-I left it inside the prayer

staged panic, gripp

rist when I board the car! If they see my wrist bare and report that the Cantrell Pack los

ason, Drucilla's eyelid twitched violently,

ave something so impor

lee's substitute marriage too, Drucilla slammed th

oth! I will go to the back hill sh

rink it down the second I

d at me, spun around, and hurried down the hallwa

ut, the warmth vanished from my

er and sniffed t

e soup reall

zed on that bed waiting for Deante

dowsill, and tipped my wrist, pouring every drop of the dark bro

id shriveled, turned pitch-black, and rotted into foul-smelling sludge

Dragon-Blood Orchid in the flowerpot, Maeve tremb

y lost their minds... how dare they use

only the first h

he lacquered tray, wiped a drop of moisture from the ri

eady waiting outside the back wall-get inside the wardrobe crawlspa

e determination, and squeezed into the hi

t, leaving only my own steady

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

The White Wolf's Secret Comatose Alpha Mate

Clara Voss Werewolf

“I pushed open the door to my fiancé's private villa, only to find him twisting on the couch with a pregnant Omega. Instead of feeling guilty, he adjusted his collar and told me I could stay as his secret mistress since I was born "wolfless." I turned to my biological father, the Pack Alpha, for justice. "For a wolfless embarrassment like you to marry him is already a blessing, so do as he says." I smashed my engagement token and walked away. In retaliation, my family decided to sell me to a violent, low-life thug for five million. They needed to get rid of me so my adopted sister could take my place and marry the comatose billionaire Supreme Alpha, Constantine. On the morning of the wedding, my own mother spiked my soup with a paralyzing neurotoxin. She unlocked my bedroom window to let the thug climb in and ruin my body, planning to send my adopted sister to the billionaire's estate in my dress. They thought I was just a defective, powerless discard they could butcher at will. They had no idea I secretly carried the purest royal White Wolf bloodline, or that I had already made a deal with the Royal Dowager to change the bride's name on the marriage decree. I poured the poisoned soup away, bashed the thug's skull in with a paperweight, and walked down the grand staircase in my crimson Luna gown. Watching my treacherous family fall to their knees in terror, I smiled coldly. "From the moment I walk out these doors today, I sever all blood ties with the Cantrell Pack!" Today, I would become the untouchable Supreme Luna they could only look up to.”