His Silent Omega's Hidden White Wolf Bloodline

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 723 | Released on: 01/04/2026

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Lycan King of the Blackwood Pack ha

ssive antique vase swallow me whole. Through the cracked mahogany door of the study, the sheer

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sley's voice was a gravelly roar, laced with the lingering agony of silver poisoning. The Elders had confined him here under the guis

is Gamma, replied, his tone steady but strained. "No scent trail.

n two days. The Elders are breathing down my neck, Arthur. And to make

th. He was tal

absolute. "That wolfless Omega is a liability. Her lack of an inne

ief washed over me. His contempt was my armor. As long as he saw a path

m the penthouse, standing in Room 30

stable wolves. Julian Sterling was tearing at his hair, his eyes wild as

ble!" Julian snarled at me, thinking I was just anot

d precision no wolfless Omega should possess, I slashed through his flawed equation. I added

to a halt. Julian

hed on his board. The madness in his gaze fractured, replaced by absol

he whi

that algorithm for the war I was quietly buil

he sanitarium was clinging heavily to my clothes. I rounded the corner of

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urled in instant revulsion. The scent of industrial bleach and medical-grade sanitizer rolled

" he demanded, his vo

the submissive Omega, and

He scoffed, stepping around me as if I were a disease. "Stay out

in front of him. But his growing obsession was a ticking clock. If I was going to keep my true nature hidden from a Lycan, I needed the one thin

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His Silent Omega's Hidden White Wolf Bloodline

Elisha Plasket Werewolf

“I was the Lycan King's political wife, universally despised as a "wolfless Omega" freak. When my husband, Kingsley, was poisoned with a lethal dose of silver at a pack gala, I disguised my scent and risked everything to drag him to safety. But instead of recognizing his mate, he threw me to the wolves. He spent weeks tearing the city apart to find his "mysterious savior," while treating me like a sickening disease. "Stay out of my sight. You reek of sickness." He spat those words at me, completely blind to the fact that the scent he hated was the bleach I used to hide my tracks. Meanwhile, my abusive family publicly humiliated me, auctioning off my mother's grave to my worst enemy while Kingsley just watched in disgust. I endured his icy glares and their venomous insults in silence. They all thought I was just a pathetic, empty shell they could crush. They didn't know I was "The Zero"-the phantom hacker currently bleeding their financial empires dry. At the grand auction, I finally dropped the act. I wiped out my enemy's fortune with a single keystroke, bought my mother's land, and traded it to the Elders for my absolute freedom. Now, as the auction screens bleed red, Kingsley is staring at me with dark, consuming shock. He finally realizes the lethal monster he's been hunting was his submissive wife all along.”