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The Hidden White Wolf's Fated Mate

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 746    |    Released on: 17/06/2026

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's private room creaked open, pul

fore Silas, his head bowed so

coured the records. There is no O

ash of genuine confusion c

urled into a cru

wirling his whiskey. "A traitorous ro

a rogue, a wolf without a pack, brin

s the memories of how I bec

th Freya eight years ago, I had g

's death and Silas's exile, demanding

ine, his gaze sweeping over me not as one would a riv

g me his Silver Crest Pack was alrea

s staying by Silas's side, playing

snapping completely under th

s display table and lunged at him, plu

our kind, burning our flesh and

ped of my pack membership and throw

to the damp stone walls

troying my vocal cords. The corruption of pure silver is absolute; it creates wounds tha

ally left the region to build hi

ss, looking at my bruised, bleeding body as if my very p

ass and delivered the most v

e spat, "is now the precise m

, ignoring the burning silver ch

the truth about Julian, but on

nt, desperate tears w

this on yourself," before turning o

eon, I was officially a Rogue, a wanderin

ly blocked his scent from the world

live and safe was by paying the stree

rned on those readings, refusing to ask a si

mate and without my pack, my life

lian had found me shi

wing me a picture of Silas and Freya

ore offering me a place in his bed as his secret mistress. His eye

a in my ruined throat and spat d

e and orchestrated my ruin. But I never knew that my stubborn pride would lead me to

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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?”