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The Wolfless Blood Bag's Return: Caught by My Fated Mate

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 644    |    Released on: 18/08/2026

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The Wolfless Blood Bag's Return: Caught by My Fated Mate
The Wolfless Blood Bag's Return: Caught by My Fated Mate
“My family kept me as a blood bag for twenty years. They drained me dry, called me worthless, and threw me out like garbage. They thought I was nothing. They were wrong. I woke up from a coma with a secret no one in this world could comprehend-ten years of brutal training as Shadowfall, the deadliest commander in a realm beyond their imagination. I forged myself into a living weapon. I conquered empires. I mastered ancient healing arts that could raise the dead or kill with a touch. Now I'm back in my weak, ravaged body. My "family" still thinks I'm the pathetic, wolfless orphan they can bully and drain for their precious Omega daughter's blood. They have no idea what's coming. When my adoptive grandmother lunged to slap me, I caught her wrist like a steel trap. When Hannah played the victim on live social media, I crashed her app and made her loyal fans confess they were mindless pigs. When a crook tried to extort me for 300,000 dollars at a herb shop, I slapped down an untraceable black card and paid in full-then watched him crumble. Because I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't negotiate. The most powerful Alpha in the city is hunting me to thank me. The most ancient werewolf bloodline owes me their life. And the family that abused me? They're about to learn that the stray they kicked out isn't just a stray. She's the predator they should have feared. I was their blood supply. Now I'm their worst nightmare. And this is only the beginning.”