The Feral Alpha's Secret Wolfless Mate

Chapter 5

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gs. Desperation gave me a sudden, reckless burst of strength. I yanked my wri

ut, spinning on my heel and fleeing the Alpha Suite b

ant quarters. I slammed the flimsy wooden door shut, sliding down it until I h

onne said, dropping a pile of f

olently kicked open, slamming into my

ff one shoulder to display the dark, ugly bruises mottling her skin. They weren't the passionate marks of a mating; the

stepping into the cramped room. The cloying stench of her cheap floral

e, her Omega wolf bristling.

e stumbled back, gasping. Before I could even process the movement, Evie grabbed my hair a

" Jessenia

ne wall. I struggled, but as a Wolfless,

olds of her silk dress, she pulled out a pair of heavy, iron

the cold tip of the shears down my cheek. "With your perfect little face and you

or sharpened my mind into a lethal blade. I didn't struggle. I

voice barely audible over

ssing the tip harder.

you went through last night," I breathed. "And I know you aren't the

impered, instantly recognizing the fatal danger of her secret. If Jaren found out she was actively

mbled violentl

nia snapped, her

sed. "But, Jessenia

ked, shoving Evie toward th

ent the door clicked shut, Jessenia dropped the she

the throbbing in my cheek, "I will march straight to the Alpha S

t heaving with terror, before

. Jaren had smelled me this morning. It was only a matter of time before his beast put the pieces together. I

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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.”