His Silent Omega's Hidden White Wolf Bloodline

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 704 | Released on: 01/04/2026

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cheap glass crystals on her bodice, a choked sob tearing from her throat. Unable to bear the crushing weight of a hu

. She threw her hands up, her eyes wide with practiced innoc

ilde's. He took a deliberate half-step back, severing himself from the sinking ship. The s

ozing with stiff, opportunis

ped forward. His eyes gleamed with the sudden realization that I was no

road chest. His scent-cedarwood before a thunderstorm and a roaring b

at rattled the crystal chandeliers. "Funny, Richard, how yo

burning away his fake smile. Pressed against Kingsley, I felt a strange, int

una Victoria Schmidt stepped into the fray, her eyes glittering with v

her. "How does a wolfless Omega, whose family trust funds are entirely frozen, acquire a priceless masterpiece b

own directly in my face. The crowd gasped, their

narl ripped from his throat. His beast was clawing at the surface, ready to tear

pressing my fingers into his tense musc

ked up a fresh flute of champagne. The crowd parted for me as I approached Victoria. She lifted her chin,

glass and slowly, deliberately, poured the golde

ns, pouring a drink at someone's feet was a gestu

y voice barely above a whisper, yet carry

so profound she couldn't speak, the ch

d his throat nervously, tapping the microphone. "L-ladies and gentlemen, if we may proceed

ed stare of my father and the dark, burning confusion in Kingsley'

-number 707. I turned to face the room, my eyes locking on

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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.”