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

Chapter 7

Word Count: 776 | Released on: 13/07/2026

. He might not have known enough about herbs to identify Blightbane, but his Alpha senses had clea

, he hurled the bowl against the stone floor. It shat

composure completely gone. "Garret, I swear, I didn'

. He pointed a trembling finger at her. "Th

, her words tumbling over each other. "She was so shy, I th

ng my eyes lowered and my breathing uneven. I needed to look fr

on the bed. His jaw worked as if he were struggling to decide where to direc

voice shaking the small room. "Even if she encouraged you, where was your own d

d, his palm open,

ction flashed across Deb

t perfectly. I let my body go limp and tilted my head, not away from the blow, but into

struck the bedpost, the half-healed wound at the back of my skull split open

pillows, my eyes fluttering. "Father... please, don't..

d hand stopped, then slowly lowered. The fury on his fac

red at the blood. The satisfacti

momentum, checked by the sight of an inju

d, his voice rough with a str

er feet, eager to esc

Garret cut

ctor will examine the soup. We will get to the bottom of that. But f

nger narrowing into something colder and more deliberate. Whatever he thought of the soup, the public incident

quickly began giving her version of events, describing me as a shameless woman who had thro

ies, my heart beating a slow, steady

ode with rage as he usually would. Instead, he wa

low and serious. "What is the real

ormally accepted Debora's version of events without asking for hers. Thi

But Debora's word was no

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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.”