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The Ruthless Alpha's Secret White Wolf

Chapter 7 7

Word Count: 846    |    Released on: 02/04/2026

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down the packed dirt path toward the Pack's center. My mi

been suffocating. Because of my wolfless body, I couldn't understand the strange, heavy tension in the air. I only knew that his overwhelming scent-a potent, dizzying

ll. Look

sed over her chest. Her eyes were narrowed, practically burning with a toxic mix of curiosity and bitter

n of passing Pack members. She looked me up and down with blatant disgust. "You must have so

ay, the ancient, quiet strength of my dormant White Wolf ste

y that made her flinch. "I am dedicating myself to the ancient healing arts under Albin Todd. And I will wait for the F

nd incredibly shallow. The surrounding onlookers murmured, their judgmental stares shifting from me

ontinued my walk, a new sense of

e heavy wooden door of Albin Todd's

!" a hysterical

stood behind the counter, looking completely overwhelmed. When Rosalie turned to me,

, lunging toward me. "I trusted you, you wolfles

her. "I am so sorry I didn't warn you. The Glow Salve contains wolfsbane extract. It's

Look at me!" she wailed, her

now. Let me help you

eath. Deep within my chest, the newly awakened White Wolf stirred. A faint, incredibly pure energy-cool as w

uch, but magnified b

rapidly cooled. The inflamed red spots visibly shran

ef washing over her skin. She rushed to the small brass mirror on the counter. The

r own cheeks. She turned back to me, her anger completely replaced by profou

e practically floated out of the sh

around, Albin Todd was staring at me. The gentle, grandfatherly affection he u

g slightly. He looked at my hands as if they held the moon itself. "That was

is weathered features. He knew, just as I did, that a gift like thi

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“I woke up trapped in the fragile, wolfless body of an Omega in a werewolf novel I used to read. I was destined to be the tragic "white moonlight" of the ruthless Alpha Kalen Lancaster, doomed to die a gruesome death just to fuel his character arc. In this brutal pack hierarchy, being wolfless meant I was at the absolute bottom of the food chain. My fiercely protective family was starving, bleeding themselves dry to feed me precious eggs while they survived on watery broth and rock-hard bread. Neighbors mocked me as a useless burden who would never shift, and when my cousin suggested a pairing with the Alpha, I was coldly rejected. "Don't be ridiculous," the Alpha had scoffed, dismissing me as a fragile joke. His words stung, but what hurt more was watching my mother spend her last coins on me while her own hands bled from scrubbing floors. Why should my family live in constant fear and poverty? Why should I accept this doomed, pathetic fate just because I didn't have a wolf? But the pack didn't know the truth. Deep within my chest, the ancient, lost healing magic of the White Wolf bloodline had just awakened. Looking at the miraculous, glowing energy pooling in my palms, I made a silent vow. I wasn't going to be anyone's tragic sacrifice, and I definitely wasn't going to wait for a mate to save me. I was going to rewrite my own fate.”