He Made Me Kneel, Now He Begs

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of the Black Forest. I was a Rogue now, a wolf without a pack, cast out and left to die. The severed bond h

rowl echoed from

re feral Rogues, their minds lost to the wild, killing for sport. Th

ing cramp ripped

transformation had been delayed by years of malnutrition and the constant, low-grade silver poisoning that came from scrubbing the pack's candelabras

anchor their soul, to ease the agony of the chan

ound a series of sickening cracks and pops. I screamed,

gues l

ough my arms and leg

ie here, in the

verhead were rent asunder. The full moon, stark and whit

nd dormant stirred in my blood. The fever's heat did not break;

on. Fur erupted from my skin, but it was not

ure, lumin

iven flesh, the last of a bloodline said to c

form of a massive dire wolf tha

med to shake the very roo

ee Rogu

ancient power, forced them to their bellies, wher

ever fully heal. But it no longer defined me. The Omega who had scrubbed silver until her knuckles bled was dead, torn apart by feral claws in the mud of the Black Forest. What rose from her broken body was

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He Made Me Kneel, Now He Begs

Snooty Werewolf

“I was an Omega, the lowest caste of the Blood Moon pack, forced to scrub floors until my knuckles bled while the others mocked me. On the night of a grand banquet, I accidentally dropped a silver candelabra at the feet of our ruthless Alpha, Kael. But when our skin touched, the undeniable spark of fated mates hit us both. I thought my nightmare was finally over. Instead, his eyes filled with glacial contempt. "The pack requires a queen of iron and silver to stand at my side. Not a housemaid prone to accidents." Using his absolute Alpha Command, he forced me to my knees on the freezing stone floor and publicly rejected me. My soul shattered as the mate bond was brutally severed. Then, he banished me into the deadly Black Forest. On the night of my eighteenth birthday, burning with fever and the agony of a broken bond, I was torn apart by feral rogues in the freezing rain. As I lay dying in the mud, I couldn't understand why the Moon Goddess had played such a cruel joke on me. Why give me the most powerful Alpha as a mate, only to let him throw me away like trash to be slaughtered? But as the full moon pierced the clouds, my bleeding body didn't die. I shifted into a pure, luminous White Wolf-the last heir of a legendary bloodline. Five years later, I returned. Not as a broken maid, but as the Queen of a rival pack. This time, it was his turn to beg.”