The Alpha's Hidden White Wolf Mate

Chapter 5

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filled the shrine as Kacey push

hands, the solid silver incense burner gleamed with a cold, pale light. To any normal werew

ike a discarded mutt?" Kacey stopped two feet in

eeping my eyes half-closed. "If you cam

cured hand over her lower belly. "I forgot to tell you t

t back under control. "Congratulations. A pair of snakes bree

tion of pure hatred. "You think you can sit there looking

hands. The dark metal was etched with ancie

ens to this baby?" she whispered, her voice dropping to a si

ed. "What ar

didn't

ashed a piercing, bloodcurdling scream. "

ng the heavy silver burner upward and slammed the

hiss filled the air. The silver burned her flesh instantly, sending

ont of her lavender pajamas. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed backward onto th

t the weap

er on her own body just to frame me. Silver wounds didn't heal natur

s pounded up t

lpha patriarch of our pack, stormed in alongside Bryant, with guards hurriedl

her wheelchair into the pool of blood and lean

ed Alpha filled the entire shrine, making the candles flicker and die

stone pillars. His blazing red eyes locked on

d in Kacey's blood. "This monster found out Kacey was carrying

Hayward's eyes. My voice was steady, flat, and dev

lunged forward and kicke

floor, crashing into the base of the Moon

ns our souls! No werewolf would ever touch silver to their own flesh

spered, wiping the blood from my mouth. "Because you'

lly. He stood over me, looking down not as a father looking

Hayward orde

hemp ropes, twisting my arms behind m

, her pulse is fading! The silver toxicity is sp

cian trembling near the doorway.

ar regeneration. As an Omega, her body cannot fight it; she needs an immediate massive transfusion of pure

old gaze re

y cold, calculating utility. He looked a

manded, turning his back on me. "Drain her

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“I spent five brutal years in a silver-lined dungeon, taking the fall for a crime committed by my pack's precious adopted Omega, Kacey. I thought my sacrifice would earn my family's love and secure my future with my fiancé, Camryn. But on the day of my release, I returned home only to find Camryn's permanent mating mark on Kacey's neck. My family didn't welcome me; they looked at me, a supposedly wolfless defect, with pure disgust. To secure her position, Kacey smashed a solid silver incense burner against her own head and screamed that I tried to murder her and her unborn child. My father and brother didn't even hesitate. They dragged me to the medical wing, strapped me to a chair, and forcefully drained my blood to save her from silver toxicity. As I lay half-dead from massive blood loss, my father coldly ordered the doctors to prepare me for a bone marrow harvest. "A dead cripple serving a living Omega is a fair trade." Hearing my father say those words, the last shred of my shattered heart turned to stone. They never brought me home out of guilt; I was nothing but a live organ incubator for their golden child. When my father tried to drug me for the final harvest, I smashed a glass and pressed a razor-sharp shard against my own throat, ready to die before letting them butcher me. Suddenly, the steel blast doors were blown off their hinges, and through the concrete dust strode the hospital's chief surgeon, his eyes blazing with the molten-gold fire of an ancient Lycan king.”