The Feral Alpha's Secret Wolfless Mate

Author: Dolores

Chapter 1

Word Count: 636 | Released on: Today at 15:47

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asped, my eyes snapping open to the dim, luxurious expanse of Jaren's Alpha Suite. Th

ne. I was back. Back to the very night I made the most fatal mistake of my life: trying to use a black-

Inner Wolf into a violent, heat-like frenzy.

as a Wolfless Omega, and he was a pureblood Alpha. My resista

n't become his broken Breeder again, trapped in a nightmare that ended in my d

ifying, predatory gold. His large hand clamped around my throat, cutting off my air. He didn't speak; his beast was entire

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til the drug and his frenzy finally dragged him under. With

attress. My bare feet sank into the plush Giant Bear rug. I snatched my torn clothes from th

ourtyard was bustling with the mi

p, lye-heavy soap and smeared mud over my neck to hide the bruised bite mar

like a c

ga maid, leaned against her mop,

red, keeping my head down and sweeping

supervisors were near, before leaning in close. "I'm not surp

ed a beat. "Wh

of fear and thrill. "He's gone completely feral. They

splintered slight

od. "Someone snuck into his suite last night. He's got the Warriors turning the estat

rd, my throat

vonne added, nodding toward the arched entrywa

was obsessed with the scent he had tasted. If they caught even a trace

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The Feral Alpha's Secret Wolfless Mate

Dolores Werewolf

“In my past life, I used a black-market aphrodisiac mixed with my white peach and jasmine scent to seduce the volatile Second Alpha Son. But the drug pushed his pureblood Inner Wolf into a violent frenzy, turning me into his broken, captive Breeder. I thought my devotion would eventually earn his love, but I was completely wrong. The other maids mocked my Wolfless status, and when the East Wing's deadly politics targeted me, Jaren watched with cold, golden eyes. "A Wolfless freak could never be a real Omega," they sneered, leaving me to die an agonizing death on a cold stone floor. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why my desperate love only bought me a terrifying execution. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the very night I made the fatal mistake, pinned under his scorching weight. This time, I bit his shoulder, slipped out of his bed, and scrubbed my skin raw with harsh lye soap and mud to hide my scent. When the Pack House Manager lined us up the next morning hunting for the girl who triggered the Alpha's feral Heat, another maid eagerly stepped forward. "It was me, sir. I served Lord Jaren last night." Watching her being dragged away to become his new Breeder, I calmly lowered my head and gripped my broom. Let her take the deadly target on her back. This time, I just want to buy my freedom and get as far away from him as possible.”