His Unwanted True Mate Is The Legendary White Wolf

s a creature of absolute submission, an Omega

ilver weapons while fighting dangerous Rogues

carve into my chest, extracting my rare Whit

my life and

ecovered, he cast m

strong with his future Luna, I was

ain, lost my ability to shift, and

even look

breath, I could

for him. I was the only re

on only earn me coldness,

l nineteen, standing right

d shown me my fate-

my blood to save her precious dyin

ill not consent to

e, I am cho

pte

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the quiet of the afternoon. Within this nineteen-year-old frame, a phantom ache still echoed-the ghost of air whistling through a

till ni

aked in cold sweat-a vision of my own slow, lonely death. It was not merely a nightm

I was a creatu

w of breathing. The only exception was the Royal Academy of Runes, a neutral ground protected by the Crow

rificed everything for Alpha Kael, he mi

m bind me to

extract my rare White Wolf blood and

loodline gifted by the Moon Goddess

fe; in return, he gave me coldne

ar tore me fr

e splitting air announced the Change. Dark fur erupted from his flesh, and in seconds, a massive black wolf stood in

of dangerous Rogues for S

had sprinted toward his ruin-toward claws

ther bite

ness, my eyes deadened things

doors behind m

onto the porch, the rustle of her expensi

you not stop him? Selene's family is out there, and those

er a wolf's core beyon

lp in my mouth and

m because I could

to a deathtrap!" she cried,

g without tremor. "A servant's daughter. I possess nei

head. She was accustomed to my begging, my crying, m

oon Goddess had shown me e

nd brushing the dust from my simple cotton skirt, "I

he inside of my cheek until a coppery tang filled my mouth, forcing the stiff column of my neck to turn. The h

llway and stopped before a

of my shirt and

n was f

jagged scar from th

nd my hidden White Wolf b

to the girl i

n. Not for love. Not for duty. Not for an

ow, dark stairs to t

with the scent of roast

pot over the fire. She was an Omega servant,

r brow with a cloth. "I heard shou

t," I said, taking a wood

oard and began slicing ca

f over him, Mother. Let

es clouded with worry, but she

ed in s

, resonant toll of the Pack Bell. It was followed by the a

quicken. My hands

he small wooden table in

mple bowls of

limbed to my sm

n my thin blanket

great commotion rou

halls. I smelled the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood, min

had been br

ractured by a venom no o

lanket to my chin, and sank into the

rifice. In three days, they would ask me to pa