Forsaken By The Alpha: The Wolfless Mate's Revenge

Chapter 2

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st motes dancing in the dead air. I hadn't moved from the shadows beneath the staircase. My blistered hand

ng the damp morning chill with him. But beneath the scent of rain

to him like a second skin,

k canvas. Adrian paused, startled, before quickly ar

he said, stepping forwar

his mistress. I subtly shifted my weight, step

before he masked it with a smooth smile. "Pack business in the neighboring c

e Hermes box, holding it out to me like a peace offering to a

box and locked onto his collar. There, stark against t

fening. The charming, apologetic husband vanished in a heartbeat, repl

into a dangerous, rumbling cadence. He lunged forward, his ha

ith dead, empty eyes. I was playing the broken, wolfless Omega he

repulsed him. "Ungrateful mutt," he spat. He tossed the orange box onto the sofa

picked up the box and walked straight to my private bathroo

ned against the sink. I opened the box. I

gifts. I pulled out my phone and opened a private browser, navigating to an

to find the exact scarf. My blood

was a mandatory, useless add-on item that clients were forced to buy to build e

symbol, a bag completely devoid of the metal that could harm our kind. And he had tossed me th

he sheer magnitude of his disrespect didn't break me; it forged me.

shoved the entire thing into my worn canvas tote bag. I needed to keep

start with the woman he was building it for. I grabbed m

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Forsaken By The Alpha: The Wolfless Mate's Revenge

Anastasia Paige Werewolf

“For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke-a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna. I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta. "I've been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her." He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him. I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate. But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega. I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone. "The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two."”