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The Unwanted Mate: Her Secret White Wolf Identity

The Unwanted Mate: Her Secret White Wolf Identity

My Alpha husband stood in the hospital room, his eyes cold as ice. He wasn't there to comfort our daughter; he was there to harvest her. "Take her essence," he commanded the doctors without a shred of hesitation. "Timothy needs the transfusion. He is the future Alpha. Your daughter is just a useless runt." I screamed, clutching the hem of his suit, begging him to stop. I tried to tell him that our little Lily wasn't weak—she was a late bloomer because she carried the rare, powerful blood of the White Wolf. But Jaimen didn't care. He used the Alpha Voice to paralyze me. "I command you to silence yourself, Omega." I was forced to stand frozen, a prisoner in my own body, as they drained my three-year-old daughter dry. She died screaming in agony, sacrificed to save Timothy, the sickly son he had with his mistress, Ivanna. With Lily's body still warm on the bed, Jaimen looked at me with pure disgust and severed our mate bond. "I reject you. Get this trash out of my territory." I was dragged out to the borderlands and beaten to death in the mud, clutching a cheap locket, while he celebrated saving his "heir." He didn't know the truth. He didn't know that he had just murdered a prodigy to save a lie. Three years later, he finally ran a DNA test on his beloved Timothy. The results showed zero match to the Alpha line, but a perfect match to a filthy Rogue. That night, the Alpha went mad. And I watched from the afterlife as he slaughtered everyone involved, begging a ghost for forgiveness that would never come.
Werewolf Assistant

Werewolf Assistant

For as long as he could remember, the boy had felt different-his instincts sharper, his reflexes faster, his mind quicker than those around him. But nothing could explain the strange, rhythmic pulse of energy beneath his skin, centered on an ominous symbol etched deep into his back-a living mark that felt more like a heartbeat than a scar. Determined to uncover the truth, he scoured ancient texts, piecing together fragments of forgotten lore. And then, the revelation struck like lightning: he was not fully human. A beast lurked within him, caged in the depths of his soul-a wolf spirit of immense power, sealed away until the moment its energy gate would be forced open. But knowledge came at a cost. The Dark Alphas-shadow-cloaked enforcers of an ancient order-had been watching. They had long hunted for one like him, a being whose untapped power could tip the scales of dominance. They moved in the night, striking with ruthless precision, tearing him from his world and dragging him into theirs. Bound in chains forged to suppress his growing strength, he endured torment in the depths of their lair, his body weakened, but his mind unbroken. Then came the fateful night-the moment he made his escape. But as he fled, the Dark Alphas' monstrous leader emerged from the shadows, his claws wreathed in black fire. With a single, merciless strike, he slashed across the pulsing symbol on the boy's back. Agony like he had never known tore through him, searing his flesh, but something far greater was awakening beneath the pain. The seal had shattered. A surge of raw, untamed energy exploded within him, coursing through his veins like wildfire. The world around him trembled as an unseen force rippled through the air. His breath came ragged, his body trembling at the sheer magnitude of the unleashed power. Yet-he did not transform. Something held it back. The darkness stirred. The ground itself seemed to whisper in anticipation. This was not the moment of his awakening. No-this was only the beginning. And somewhere in the unseen depths of fate, the true transformation waited.
ICE- The Alpha's Unwanted OMEGA

ICE- The Alpha's Unwanted OMEGA

The captain is dead to the world. And I'm the only one holding the kill switch. Ethan Carter, the "Glacier of Silvercrest," was the most feared Alpha to ever step onto the ice. Now, he's nothing but a shell-a broken, comatose legend trapped in his own body. My life? It was supposed to be simple. Graduate, survive the pack's bottom-tier status, and pay off my father's ruinous blood-debts. Instead, the pack elders handed me a contract soaked in cold, hard malice: I am the designated "Stabilizer." My only job is to touch him, scent him, and keep his wolf from flatlining. I thought I was just a glorified nurse. I didn't realize the Alpha was listening. When Ethan finally wakes, he isn't the hero the Kingdom of Valeria remembers. He's a starving predator with amber eyes that burn holes through my defenses and a temperament that makes the frost in the mansion seem warm. He hates the bargain, he hates the pack, and-most dangerously-he hates the way his scent turns wild whenever I'm near. He wants me out of his sight. I want to be out of his reach. But in a pack built on secrets, someone is still trying to finish the job they started on his life. Now, the man who wants me gone is the only one who can protect me. And as the rink turns into a battlefield, I'm realizing the most dangerous thing about the Alpha isn't his temper... it's the fact that once he claims a mate, he doesn't know how to let go. Frozen hearts are meant to shatter. But in the fire of this pack, we're both going to burn.