The Alpha's Assassin Wolfless Mate

Chapter 8

Word Count: 625 | Released on: 23/07/2026

r end sat Alphonso on his carved throne, enveloped in a suffocating Alpha aura. A tribunal of stone-faced e

teady, unhurried rhythm. Hundreds of eyes bore into my back, heavy with judgment

er my eyes. I

ace, dripping with authority meant to make my knees buckle. "Trina

wouldn't play their game. I wouldn't be the trembling accused. Instead o

offer my plea, I have a question of pack law. Which is the greater offense: a lowly servant's public, m

elders exchanged scandalized whispers, outrag

"Answer the question, Ariel," he growl

ifting my chin. "I did

snapping up. Her face was a twisted mask of fake

m my throat with the sharp,

her mouth shut as if she'

ts, deliberately blocked my path. She insulted my name, and she dared to lay her hands on me," I said, letting the righteous

his fist against his armrest. "Dispensing punish

rd the elder, a bitter, humo

ere, exactly, was the Alpha when I was being cornered in the corridors of this very pack house? Tell me, Elder

n their own words. Alphonso's eyes darkened, a storm brewing in their depths. I d

ned my attention back to the

ce. I gestured toward her kneeling form. "Then let us see this horrif

all the color drai

ftly, stepping closer. "Unless, of c

dy m

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“I woke up to a symphony of agony, only to realize I was trapped in the body of a girl who had just been pushed down a flight of stairs. I was once a top-tier operative who died in a fiery explosion, but now I was "Ariel," a despised, wolfless pariah in a primitive werewolf pack. The Alpha, Alphonso West, stood over my broken body, radiating hostility and disgust for the mate he was politically forced to marry. Instead of treating me, he banished me to a dilapidated cottage, fully expecting me to die from my severe, infected chest wound. The pack's servants, led by a cruel girl named Trina, immediately came to humiliate and starve me. They thought I was still the pathetic, lovesick fool they used to beat up for fun. They waited for me to cry, to beg for the Alpha's attention, or to just quietly bleed out in the dirt. The original Ariel had given her entire life for this man's affection, only to be casually murdered by him. How could they treat a human life like worthless garbage? Did they honestly believe I would just lay down and accept this miserable fate? They had no idea the soul inside this shattered body had been replaced. "I think you have the wrong person." I stitched my own torn flesh with a rusted pin, paralyzed the servant who dared to attack me, and openly challenged the Alpha's authority in his own throne room. I didn't need a wolf to survive. I was going to teach this pack what a true apex predator looks like.”