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Broken Bonds: The Rise of the White Wolf

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1271    |    Released on: 17/12/2025

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h the floorboards, syncing perfectly with t

osed to exist

was simple fabric, nothing like the shimmering designer gowns the high-born females wore,

ty champagne flutes like a shield. It was the only prop that allowed me t

most suffocating, heavy with scents-vanilla, sandalwood, musk. The combine

, the ai

and the heat of bodies like a bla

r wolf scrambled to her feet, her tail

Mate i

the pull, I fol

ng in a black tuxedo, his dark hair swept back, his jawline hard enough to break a hand against.

his arm like a

y inch the Luna she was scheming to become. She leaned in, whispering so

y, sharp and hot,

self, repeating the mantra

ological pull of the bond. I just needed to get

y, Izzy

e crowded room. There was no surpri

he passed a large potted fern, I saw her hand flick out. A thick, sealed manila envelope sl

isappearing into th

ad she simpl

used to cleaning up after the elite. Without thinki

o say, intending to chas

ou have th

r I recognized-one of Izzy's cousins-stepp

s," I stammered, holding out

ssive speed. He tore the seal open. His eyes widened, a

d, turning his he

er died instantly. The silence rippl

swept over the crowd and landed

rowd parting like the Red Sea before a storm. His scent changed instantly. The fresh r

, his voice a low growl that vi

, holding up the papers. "It contains the patrol schedules for t

ied information. Giving that to Rogues-wolves wi

inning to tremble violently. "No, I

had materialized at his side. Her face

"I don't know what she's talking about. Why would I have thos

how could you? I know you needed money for your fa

nic rising in my throa

!" Marcu

me like a physical blow to

st my will, teeth clicking together. My inner wolf whined, cowe

face twisting into a snarl. He looked at me, an

gnition of the soul-bond that

ft. "You dare betray this pack? You dare use

e thought the lowest creature

ne

es buckled, hitting the hard marble floor with a sickening crack. Tears streamed down

through the paralysis, but it came

god of vengeance. "I shoul

ldn't turn my head, but I heard the raw desperati

cus ordered without

sickening sound of a blow

heaving chest. "Marcus, don't kill her here. It will ruin the

plit second, her mask slipped. A c

nded, his voice devoid of any warmth.

ed uselessly against the floor. Through the blur of tears, I watched

the viper and

r wolf let out a sound I had never heard before. It

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Broken Bonds: The Rise of the White Wolf
“As the pack's Omega cleaner, I was invisible. I spent my days scrubbing floors, clutching a cheap moonstone in my pocket-the only proof that Marcus Thorne, the billionaire Alpha, had once touched me. I was his fated Mate. I thought he just needed time to realize it. But the night of the Alpha Ball wasn't a fairy tale; it was an execution. Isabelle, his scheming assistant, dropped classified documents at my feet and screamed "Traitor!" I waited for Marcus to sense our bond. I waited for him to save me. Instead, his eyes turned cold as ice. He didn't just believe her; he destroyed me. He threw me into a dungeon coated in burning silver. He watched as I was fed Wolfsbane. And then, in front of the entire pack, he delivered the final blow. "I, Marcus Thorne, reject you, Olivia Hayes." The bond snapped. My soul shattered. He chose a viper over his true mate and ordered me dumped at the border to die like a rogue. But he made a fatal mistake. The rejection didn't kill me. It woke something ancient inside me. I wasn't a weak Omega. I was the White Wolf. Five years later, I returned to New York. Not as the girl he threw away, but as the powerful Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, with a new, stronger Mate by my side. When Marcus saw me, the color drained from his face. He fell to his knees in the dirt, holding out that old, dull moonstone, weeping. "Liv, please. I remember now. Take it back." I looked down at the man who had broken me and whispered the truth that would haunt him forever. "I don't want it, Marcus. That stone belongs to a girl who died in your dungeon."”
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