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Left in the Ashes: The Alpha's Rejected Mate

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 610    |    Released on: 05/11/2026

Point

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egan to crack bit by bit u

atched the Luna‑Festival celebrat

side. He refreshed his unresponsive electronic terminal over

d‑to‑get," Thorn scoffed

his terminal

confusion. "Silver mist must have corroded the external s

h above the mountain ridge, blotting ou

Seraphina clapped h

of our old bond, I could clearly feel his sud

tal telepathy con

voice was tigh

blood. Silver poison had

whispered weakly over the lin

ared, fear instantly curdling into

he wall of fire bl

s you swore when we becam

p down, he knew he had broken eve

ina's playful, coquettish call ec

you do not return at once, you will have no place left

n had eaten away much of the skin on

faded, replaced by

p breath of bur

ce carrying across our mental link. "for

lence f

elming rage explod

t your rejectio

him, a violent invisible f

the energy that had slumbered inside me since childhood,

d reached inside my ribs and

ead woven by the Moon Goddess

from my nos

ical alarms screamed

tal structur

athy dissolved i

them board the clan's private helicopter

ra, a triumphant smirk tugging her lips

er lifted of

orway, holding the cake knife,

one last time toward th

assive steel beam above the

alley shook

r. Blinding white‑hot fire rolled forward

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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.”