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

Chapter 6

Word Count: 850 | Released on: 13/07/2026

d be back soon with her poisoned soup. Refusing it would

eyes, trying to channel my will into it, to find the warmth I'd felt in the forest. No

ould rely

logy and toxicology, merged with this body's long-suffering expe

l absorbent layers, and secured it inside the loose sleeve of my tunic. If Debora exp

ora entered, a steaming bowl in her hands,

her. Garret Adkins, Alpha of the Stone

of any warmth. "Do you have any idea the s

etween us, playing the peacemaker. "The c

lara. I had the kitchens make this f

chicken, but underneath it all was a faint, sickly

ssion a carefully crafted mix of fear and gratitude. I

my father's impatient glare fixed

sell the act-then tilted the bowl. The hot liquid streamed not into my mouth, but down my front, disappearing into

e bowl, a smear of broth on my lips,

flashed in her eyes

I clutched my chest and began

. "What now? M

ocused. My face, I knew, would be flushed from the heat of the soup I'd pou

t time Aunt Debora gave me the 'bravery' wine? A

d, as though the memory had slippe

. The anger morphed i

ile froze o

, and desperate for his attention. But with my knowledge of pharmacology, the pattern was obvious. The wine had likely been laced with a mild aphrodisiac or stimulant, lowe

ed, his voice dropping to a low growl as h

n't listen to her! She's feverish, she's not ma

bora said... if I just kept trying, Prince Butler would s

supposedly delirious, were far more da

ands. His brow furrowed. The fury he had directed at me faded, replaced by a hard, searchin

pty bowl from Debora's hands. He li

ith terror, fixed on my father's face.

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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.”