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Left in the Ashes: The Alpha's Rejected Mate

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 763    |    Released on: 05/11/2026

Point

jacket and beat at

re instantly, and I

y trembling fingers ripped off its plastic seal. I pressed down hard on the lever - yet noth

ing, coiling around my ankl

ate against the wall, climbed up, and wrenched open the service grille. I gasped. The air filter was comple

berately sealed the exhaust system t

the cuts were made by silver, a wolf's natural healing power could not mend my wounds. Strangely, though my blood

of burning pai

where a

clan‑exclusive mental telepathy. Only wolves of

n my thoughts. "Julian calibrated the simulation system; there is no real danger. St

asked whether

ental link, gasping for breath. "Seraphina's birthday foil has

epathic channel. "My system works fla

ilty for leaving her behind," Seraphin

ebuked me sharply. "You are an Omega

k into freez

Seraphina had destro

ng potion, leaving me permane

d my mother's mo

nd Kael forced me to take

ays prot

my mind. "I promise I will make it up to yo

bracelet on my wrist, a gift Kael

nd dropped it straight

our anniversary,

lence fell over

." Seraphina's voice cut in, accompani

an anniversary, Ella," Kael said co

m inside the chamber s

anical voice boomed t

d critical threshold. Silver mis

The system was genuinely

!" Julian shouted angrily over the link. "Seraphin

tumbled toward th

ainst the manual eme

already melted its plastic cont

e scorching door, pouring out every ounce

would n

early see their luxurious camp far down the hillside. Servan

ace, murmuring over our mental link. "The doo

ong, annoyed sig

la," his voice dripped with disgust. "Ev

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Left in the Ashes: The Alpha's Rejected Mate
Left in the Ashes: The Alpha's Rejected Mate
“On Seraphina the wandering wolf‑girl's birthday, she suggested everyone try out the clan's simulated ability‑training chamber. Yet the indoor facility had already been tampered with and filled with deadly silver mist. I was locked inside, begging for my life. My fated mate only spoke to me in a cold, unyielding tone: "Quit playing the victim. If you cannot get through that door in five minutes, there is no point in you coming back at all." My own brother called me a pathetic disgrace. My childhood friend sneered at my desperate cries for help. Flames and silver poison gnawed away at my frail body. Meanwhile, in front of live‑stream cameras, they celebrated her birthday cheerfully, completely indifferent to my agonizing ordeal. This lethal silver poison did not take my life. Instead, it fully awoke the legendary white‑wolf bloodline slumbering deep within me. I crawled out from the ashes. This time, every wrong they have done to me - I will make them pay in blood.”