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Unwanted By The Alpha, Chosen By Fate

Chapter 4

Word Count: 804 | Released on: Today at 20:58

emptying my iron lockbox to tally the

but it would be e

guard, a young Beta named

edge," I instructed him. "Ensure the deed bear

thick woolen blanket and carr

obblestones, leaving the territory

etal, snow-dusted trees, until the grand spir

as we ascended the

eek an audience w

all the wolf-kind, the matri

he Pack, the force that b

ticular kindness, treating me with the a

d the heavy oak doors

ire, her silver gown shimmer

ueen smiled, o

ria's pale face, h

e child?" the Queen a

ice of the lake, Your Majesty. Her inne

ueen

t coffer on her mante

d the Ice-Si

end, glowing with a soft

for a matter of great impo

e glowing stone into

tle one. It will aid your wolf i

sped in

, and I saw the frantic pulse in

a whispered, closing her eyes as

ed to me, her

d. "Why is the Alpha not here

e knot of grie

een days," I said, my voice barely audible. "He sev

lared with a dange

s dying child to play house with h

hand down upon

ho spits upon the bond besto

me, her expression

"I will compel his return to the castle. I will f

king to my knees on

Majesty,"

or three times, the ultima

ed. "Grant me a Royal

ueen

ga possessed no righ

could force an Alpha

thick with concern. "An Omega without a Pack becomes a Rogue

s carving hot tra

ve," I said, my voice raw with conviction. "I will not let her gro

r gaze lingering on the fi

nod and moved to her writi

burst into the chamber

dly. "Alpha Caleb and Beta Serena of th

od ran

ued, "they have come to beg

quill dripping a single bead of ink, black as

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Unwanted By The Alpha, Chosen By Fate

Superstition Werewolf

“I was a lowly Omega mated to Caleb, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. I thought I had finally found my harbor. But when our five-year-old daughter, Aria, plunged into a frozen lake and nearly drowned, he was nowhere to be found. He had blocked our mental link to play house with my sister's daughters at the Gamma estate. For three days, Aria lay dying in a coma. The trauma forced her inner wolf into hibernation. To protect her mind, it erased every conscious memory of her father-but her wolf remembered the wound. His scent was not a memory anymore. It was a scar. When she finally woke up, she shrank away from the heavy velvet curtains. "Mama, it smells like cold ashes in a wet hearth. Make it go away." She was screaming in terror just smelling his lingering scent. Her mind could not name him, but her body still remembered what it felt like to be abandoned in the snow. He had given the healing moonstones and the winter pelt he promised our daughter to my sister's twins instead. My sister even sneered at my desperate pleas, telling everyone I was just faking the accident to get his attention. I had spent my entire life bending my neck to the Pack hierarchy, enduring my family's disdain and my mate's cruel neglect. But looking at my fractured child, the heavy chain around my heart simply vanished, replaced by cold iron. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg for his love anymore. Instead, I packed my meager dowry, went straight to the Luna Queen for a Royal Decree of Rejection, and took my daughter away to build an empire of our own.”