Buried Alive, Reborn to Rule: The Wolfless Omega's Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 885 | Released on: 13/07/2026

ow had paralyzed the street. Butler's guards stopped

ief. When he recognized the figure in the window, the

red, bowing his head in a clumsy show

ost powerful Alphas in the Northern Ridge Dominion, a ruler who controlled his own independent territory and commanded forces loyal t

me. People lowered their heads and averted their eyes, sudd

en-gold eyes remained fixed on me, and something

was a man of his stature intervening in a petty street squa

ony railing and dropped to the street below. He landed silently, wi

h his power, a palpable pressure that made it hard to breathe. The lower-ranki

trembling legs to obey. I wou

s taller than I'd realized, a mountain of a man who blocked out the morning sun. He looked down,

gan, my voice still

, silencing me. The touch was electric, a jolt of heat that shot

my ear, and murmured in a voice only I cou

emained lazy and conversational, but the authority behind it silenced the entire

egan to tremble at his sides, but he k

one more time, and then, loud enough for everyone o

dropped li

n, the glance I had cast toward the restaurant window, Alpha Travis's intervention, and now his unmistakable

cess what was happening. He wasn't exposing me.

nto naked fear. His eyes moved between Kane and me, as though he could not reconcile

he confusion around us pleased him. With deliber

covering my ruined dress, enveloping me in his scent. It was a clean, sha

t his temple. Whatever fear kept him cautious was clearly losing ground to wounded pride. He

d me first!" he blustered, his voice cracking. "By Pack

. He was right. An Omega, especially a wolfless one,

was a low, rumbling sound that held no h

steadying. Then he turned back to Butler, and ev

ated softly. "An

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Buried Alive, Reborn to Rule: The Wolfless Omega's Ruthless Revenge

JANICE KELLEY Werewolf

“They buried me alive before dawn. Bound, gagged, and choking beneath the dirt, I heard the old servant above me mutter, "Don't blame me. Blame yourself for getting in Lady Annabella's way." That name unlocked a lifetime of memories that did not belong to me. Clara Adkins-the wolfless Omega, the shame of the Stonecrest Pack, and the perfect victim. Her stepmother, Debora, had poisoned her for years while pretending to care for her. Her stepsister, Annabella, drugged her into humiliating herself over the Alpha King's son, turning her into the Pack's favorite joke. And when Clara finally became inconvenient, they decided to erase her for good. The original Clara died in that grave. But I woke up inside her body. In my former life, I knew poisons. I knew how to fight. And I had already learned what trusting the wrong people could cost me. Their mistake was leaving me enough strength to strike back. I killed the servant sent to bury me, crawled out of my own grave, and returned to the Pack covered in blood. They expected the same weak, obedient Clara. Instead, they got a woman who remembered every insult, every betrayal, and every debt. Then I crossed paths with Kane Travis-the ruthless "Hell Lord" of the Northern Ridge, an Alpha powerful enough to make princes kneel. I only used a stranger's shadow to escape another public humiliation. But Kane stepped out of the darkness, wrapped his coat around me, and claimed before the entire town that I was his. Now my enemies want me dead, the Pack is terrified of what I might become, and the mother's locket around my neck is awakening a power they tried to poison out of me. They buried a wolfless Omega. What climbed out of that grave will rule them all.”