The White Wolf Heiress: My Alpha Begs For A Second Chance

pte

ne's

an entirely different world. The estate was enormous, spraw

d the security grid was unlike anythin

lavish, private wing prepared s

surrounding me, I could not s

ed nowhere, that I was just an unloved Omega

princess and the missing daughter of a legendary Alpha d

refused to leave my s

ntly held my hands, her tear-filled

old scars from my years of forced labor, and th

had survived eighteen years of sepa

ilence. The deep, heavy quiet radiating fr

intelligence operation into my past, demandi

ponded to my return in thre

ribution. He spent hours in the tactical room, demanding names, locations, and

gating my disappearance eighteen years ago, tearing through my childhood records, my med

focused almost enti

hours sitting beside their high-tech medical incubators, gently spe

it felt like to have people care about m

ainst me. Nobody threatened to steal them aw

ng myself to slowly believe that t

vered something d

ds contained glari

tory was entirely falsified, and the name of the Omega woman who had

re I had allegedly grown u

omeone had meticulously manufactured a fal

aised me had once worked in a small border territory connected directly to the Silve

my past, Ronan received an official, mandato

eving the invitation was an o

med, and desperate to run back to him. He was convinced that o

ble halls of the estate wearing a confident smile, fully expec

d straight into a

nan stepped inside, fully prepared to demand my return. But th

he raised dais. I was no longer wearing the faded

robes, proudly displaying the

ked my sides, their powerful Alpha aura filling the hall. At the edge of the room, t

. The color completely drained from his

st heiress. The nameless Omega he had left to suffer on a cold hospital floor wa

announced to the court that my twins had been officially

gonizing second that the high status, power, and prestige she

ho had spent years mocking me were n

confront the catastrophic cons

rd me, his voice tr

I did not beg for an explanation.

at echoed through the marble hall. "I demand that our formal bond rejection ceremony

of arrogance remained. He still believed I would break down the moment the painful bond-severing ritual be

ention of ever

ters, listening to the soft, rhythmic breathing of m

grew unnaturally cold, and the subtle, prickling sensat

ss my palm. A glowing, silver-white mark flar

d a terrifying, vivid vision straight into my mind: A pitch-bl

n the dark. And an unknown, gloved hand rea