The Feral Alpha's Secret Wolfless Mate

Chapter 3

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s hall. I sat on my lumpy cot in the dim light of the evening, counting the few crumpled bil

nnel, stepped inside. The murky, unwashed scent of her Beta aura filled the s

o keep your cushy spot in the East Wing, near Lord Ja

perate to stay close to the Alpha I foolishly thought I could w

thority. "And I don't want the position anymore. Please, Berniece. Transfer me. I'l

aced her frown. "Giving up so easily? Fine. There are plenty of fools willing to pay

hysical blow. I still had to survive

and moved into the inner chambers, I was assigned to the outer suite for the night sh

adbare laborer's tunic I could find. Finally, I took a handful of wood ash and cheap, lye-heavy soap, scrubbing it fiercely over my neck and collarbone. Th

ak doors of the Alpha Suite, I bumped into Elsie, the Omega ma

. "Lord Jaren is in a foul mood. Whatever Jessenia i

hard and sli

nd cedar. My knees buckled slightly under the sheer weight of his Alpha aura. I shrank into t

't even glance in my direction. Suddenly, a low, guttural growl vibrat

eniable, crushing power of an Alpha's Comma

t an Alpha's direct order. My legs moved on their own, dragging me out

lled out, hitting my face like a physical wall. My heart hammered wildly against my

. The steam clung to my clothes, dampening the wood ash and lye soap on my neck. If the water washed away m

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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.”