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The Hidden White Wolf's Fated Mate

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 794    |    Released on: 17/06/2026

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chandelier, looking down

hiskey glass, and the ice cubes within audibly crac

s of his hatred radiating through

y mind was pulled back to the

oyed his heart

me who conspired with the vi

, the cruel and powerful Alpha

pital where my mother lay dying o

e healing herb called the Mo

Moonflower in the ent

snow from my skin. "You are scented too sweetly for a cur like

demon and told me

ilas be executed by the pack council

elf, take the blame for dealing with

s obsessed with Silas. But the way his gaze assessed me, like a merchant appraisi

igh-ranking Alpha, crushing a bottom

y tears falling silently as I

and deliberately released his suffocating Alpha

ment, my mind-li

e this is a lie. Tell

head, raw and broken, beg

eyes dark with warning, ge

vomit rising in my throat, and open

of cruelty I could

ject you, Sila

instantly, a pain worse than burn

hed into my ribcage and torn m

" I screamed into the link. "You do

op to the floor, his breathing tur

ysical and spiritual tor

voice was completely dead,

accept your

ty that only a soul can hear. It did not shatter; it corroded, like a

tal bed, feeding her the Moon

werful medicine, and she took her

erything in a

our territory, desperate to see Si

body trembling violently as he stood

ng, his muscles expanding in the ag

t to him, cr

toward me and laughed, a sound so

his voice thick with a monstrous distortio

ped out from the trees, wrapping her thi

o the freezing fores

and empty, wondering-how long could a br

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“I have been a ghost for two years, drifting behind the man who cursed my name. Silas is now a billionaire Alpha, ruling his empire with his new fiancée, while I am just a forgotten phantom. Eight years ago, to save my dying mother and protect Silas from execution, I was forced by a rival Alpha to sign a false confession of treason. I had to publicly reject Silas as my mate, shattering our bond. My sacrifice was in vain. My mother died that night. Silas, consumed by hatred, left me to rot in the dungeons, bound by toxic silver chains that destroyed my vocal cords. Stripped of my pack, I became a wandering rogue. For six years, I lived in the slums, spending my meager earnings to secretly pray for his success. When we finally crossed paths again, he watched debt collectors beat me half to death in an alley. He threw a stack of bills at my bleeding face. "Take this charity and disappear from my territory forever." I died shortly after, struck by a truck on a cold street. Because I was a packless rogue, my death made no sound. My broken body lay unclaimed in a morgue for an entire year. He built his glorious life fueled by his eternal hatred for me, never knowing my love for him was the only thing keeping me alive. Now, sitting in his luxurious club, Silas commands his men to drag me before him to humiliate me. But how will the great Alpha react when he finds out the traitor he wants to punish is already dead?”