The Alpha King's Secret Scarred Omega

Author: Shirlee Melnick

Chapter 1

Word Count: 797 | Released on: 13/07/2026

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n extension of my arm.

k and sour with the smell of sweat and despair. For three years, this was my world. The rhy

shly broken blisters. I didn't feel them

the iron bars of a near

artha Kowalski, the overseer, sc

energy was a death sentence in the Blacko

of me. I kept my eyes on th

s voice drippe

fore slowly, mechanica

d over my filthy tunic and gaun

're

y sound was the drip of water somewher

she spat, as if the name le

e, painful thud against my ribs, then was silent agai

tone floor. As I straightened my back, a familiar, sharp pain shot up f

y didn't have to drag me. I walked. Out of the tun

blow. I squeezed my eyes shu

n, gleaming like a scar against the mud and filth of the mining camp. The golden lio

oor o

y cost more than this entire mine's output for a year. His face was as handsome as I re

Pow

ed. I was sixteen again, on my knees, begging him to believe

chin touching my che

e," his vo

led mess, but my eyes met his. My green eyes, which he used to say w

thing, seemed to fuel his anger. "Look at the

rming words that felt str

as no name

o a furious red. He took a step forward, his hand clenching into

hear his father's command in hi

ge," he snarled th

ng. But instead of reaching for the gilded door, I bypassed the luxuriou

quickly morphing into a dark rage

," I said, my voice flat, keeping my eyes fixed o

t his sides. He took a menaci

I replied, refusi

l of the Blackore Mines disappeared behind us. A

Chapter End

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The Alpha King's Secret Scarred Omega

Shirlee Melnick Werewolf

“For sixteen years, I was the cherished noble lady of the Powers Werewolf Manor, spoiled and treasured by everyone around me. But a sudden truth shattered everything I had-I was not of Powers bloodline. After the truth came out, all the love and favor that once belonged to me was completely taken away. The Lord and Lady Powers poured all their tenderness on Corie, their long-lost biological daughter. For Corie's sake, the people who had once doted on me stood by coldly as she framed me and got me wrongfully accused of crimes. They stripped me of my noble status and exiled me to the brutal Blackore Mines, where I was enslaved for three entire years. No one cared for me, no one asked after my wellbeing. Three years passed in the blink of an eye. The Powers couple, who had abandoned me cruelly, came crying to me to repent. "Kara, we were wrong. Come home with us." My arrogant and domineering elder brother Aden knelt outside my small cottage all night, begging me in a low, humble voice. "Kara, can you forgive me?" Derrick came to me covered in fresh, hideous unhealed scars, worn out from endless hardships. His eyes were filled with nothing but regret and longing. "Kara, I'm sorry. Be my mate again." But my heart had died long ago, buried in those endless dark torments and repeated desperate disappointments over the three years. Feel anything for them? I let out a cold laugh. My heart had long withered and turned to dust, without a shred of warmth left. Later, I met someone who loved me wholeheartedly and unconditionally. He protected me at all costs and gave me a peaceful, joyful life I had never had before. Watching me live a happy and stable life, all those who had hurt and wronged me could only stand far away, too timid to take a single step closer. Drowned in remorse and cowardice, they lived in fear that one day, they would even lose the right to watch me from afar for the rest of their lives.”