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From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 883    |    Released on: 06/05/2026

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guest room on the second floor. It was simple, modern, and clean, with a large window that looke

'd heard it before. "Familiarize yoursel

ed to the window and stared out at the unfamiliar landscape. I wa

t through my newfound se

ronic illness making her dependent on the pack's resources for her medicine and care. For seven years, my position as Zane's c

. I had to know

ade entirely of glass. He was studying a large map of the t

," I said, forcing the words out

ply nodded. "Of course." He reached for a set of keys on his desk. "Take

trast to Zane's possessive control. It settled a small warmt

approached the small, familiar home with a heavy heart. I couldn't tel

er kind face breaking into a relieved smile

g around me. "Are you alright? Is everything oka

cting the first lie of my new life. "Everything's fine, Mom. Zane... he's g

was a benevolent leader, and her daughter being entrusted with a secret

garden and the latest town gossip, my heart aching with the weight

As the Sterling truck carried me back toward my new, uncertain future, a profound loneliness washed over me. I ha

to prove my worth to Kael, to earn a place in his pack that was so secure, so powerf

- The Blackwood Packho

t. The Beta entered Zane's office

on his desk, their heads close together as they discussed stra

aid, interrupting them. "This is from

pe from Kian with an air of impatience and, without even looking at it, tossed

ods, I suppose," he muttered, his at

sing through their green depths-before she too dismissed it. She pointed to a sp

ind. Kian stood there for a moment, a frown on his face, before sighing inaudibly and ret

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From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma
From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma
“For seven years, I was Alpha Zane's Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded. On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman. "Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand." He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence. I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse. But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator. He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her-a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war. When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance. He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion. He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory. Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration. Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.”