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On my eighteenth birthday, I expected to find my Fated Mate. Instead, I found my executioner. I shifted for the first time, but my wolf was small and frail. Marcus, the future Alpha and the man I had secretly loved, looked down at me not with adoration, but with cold, clinical disgust. "A weak, scrawny Omega," he sneered, his voice echoing across the silent clearing. "You have no muscle. Your bloodline is nothing." He didn't just reject me; he humiliated me. "I, Marcus, reject you as my mate." The bond snapped, shattering my bones and my spirit. He banished me to the human city, leaving me to die in a freezing alleyway like unwanted refuse. For weeks, I lay in the mud, my body ravaged by fever and the agony of a severed soul tie. I accepted that I was worthless, a mistake made by the Moon Goddess. But just as the darkness threatened to swallow me whole, a pair of strong arms lifted me from the dirt. A stranger with eyes like obsidian fed me his blood and whispered a truth that changed everything. "You are not weak, Ellie," he growled, his power vibrating against my skin. "You are a White Wolf." I wasn't a runt. I was a legend. Now, fully healed and radiating power, I am returning to the pack that threw me away. Marcus is about to marry another, but when he sees me, he won't be looking at a reject. He will be looking at the biggest mistake of his life.
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Chapter 1
On my eighteenth birthday, I expected to find my Fated Mate. Instead, I found my executioner.
I shifted for the first time, but my wolf was small and frail. Marcus, the future Alpha and the man I had secretly loved, looked down at me not with adoration, but with cold, clinical disgust.
"A weak, scrawny Omega," he sneered, his voice echoing across the silent clearing.
"You have no muscle. Your bloodline is nothing."
He didn't just reject me; he humiliated me.
"I, Marcus, reject you as my mate."
The bond snapped, shattering my bones and my spirit. He banished me to the human city, leaving me to die in a freezing alleyway like unwanted refuse.
For weeks, I lay in the mud, my body ravaged by fever and the agony of a severed soul tie. I accepted that I was worthless, a mistake made by the Moon Goddess.
But just as the darkness threatened to swallow me whole, a pair of strong arms lifted me from the dirt.
A stranger with eyes like obsidian fed me his blood and whispered a truth that changed everything.
"You are not weak, Ellie," he growled, his power vibrating against my skin. "You are a White Wolf."
I wasn't a runt. I was a legend.
Now, fully healed and radiating power, I am returning to the pack that threw me away. Marcus is about to marry another, but when he sees me, he won't be looking at a reject.
He will be looking at the biggest mistake of his life.
Chapter 1
Ellie POV
I woke up before the sun could breach the horizon. The floor of the Omega quarters was frigid against my cheek, a familiar chill that seemed to seep straight into my marrow. It was a cold I had known intimately since the day my parents died in a border skirmish, leaving me an orphan at five.
I sat up, rubbing the grit of sleep from my eyes. Through the spiderweb cracks of the single window pane, the Alpha house loomed atop the hill. It stood tall and proud, bathed in the pale, ethereal blue of dawn.
Marcus lived there.
Just the thought of his name made my heart flutter in a way that felt reckless, dangerous. He was the future Alpha of the Obsidian Sand Pack-strong, golden-haired, and everything I wasn't.
I reached under my thin, lumpy mattress and pulled out my sketchbook. The edges were frayed, the paper yellowed with age. I opened it to the latest page: a charcoal drawing of the Moon Goddess, her hands outstretched, offering a blessing.
"Please," I whispered to the graphite smudges. "Let today be the day."
Today was my eighteenth birthday. In our world, eighteen isn't just a milestone; it is an awakening. It is the day the dormant wolf spirit within us claws its way to the surface. It is the day of the Shift. And most importantly, it is the day the Fated Mate bond snaps into place.
I traced the delicate lines of the Goddess's face. I nursed a secret, foolish hope that Marcus would be mine.
"Get up, Runt!"
The door banged open, hitting the wall with a violent thud. Chloe, the Beta's daughter, stood there with a sneer plastered on her perfectly made-up face, flanked by two minions who giggled behind their hands.
"Still dreaming about things you can't have?" Chloe kicked the leg of my cot, hard. "Get to the kitchens. The Alpha needs his breakfast, and you know how he hates lumpy oatmeal."
I shoved my sketchbook under the pillow, my heart jumping. "I'm going, Chloe."
"That's 'Future Beta Female' to you," she spat, inspecting her nails. "If you even survive the shift tonight. Everyone knows you have no wolf soul. You're just an empty shell."
I kept my head down and hurried past her, making myself small. Being an Omega meant I was the dust beneath their feet. I cleaned, I cooked, and I absorbed the abuse because the Pack was safety. Without the Pack, a lone wolf-a Rogue-was as good as dead.
Later that afternoon, I found myself scrubbing the stone steps of the training grounds. My hands were raw, the skin cracked and red from the icy, soapy water.
"Careful there, Ellie."
The voice was deep, smooth like velvet over gravel. I froze.
I looked up to see Marcus standing above me. The afternoon sun caught his hair, turning it into a blinding halo. He wasn't looking at me with the usual disgust, but with a casual indifference that my desperate heart mistook for kindness.
"Beta Thomas," Marcus called out to the man supervising the drills. "Make sure she gets a break before tonight. We don't want her fainting during the ceremony."
"Yes, Alpha," Thomas replied instantly.
Marcus glanced at me one last time, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before striding away. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. He had noticed me. He had protected me.
"Don't get your hopes up," Chloe hissed as she walked by, deliberately kicking over my bucket. Dirty water soaked my knees. "He's just worried you'll embarrass the Pack with your weakness."
I didn't care. I held onto that small moment like a lifeline.
Night fell heavy and dark. The moon hung high and full, a giant silver eye watching us judgmentally. The entire Pack gathered at the edge of the forest for the Recognition Ritual.
The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. My skin began to itch, a deep, burning sensation that started under my muscles and clawed at my bones.
"It's time," the Elder announced, his voice booming across the clearing.
Pain, sudden and blinding, shattered my spine.
I screamed. It felt like every bone in my body was being pulverized, ground to dust, and knitted back together in a new, alien shape. This was the Shift. It was the brutal price we paid for our power.
I fell to my knees, clawing at the dirt, my fingernails breaking against the roots. My vision blurred into a haze of red agony. Yet, through the pain, I sensed a presence.
A scent hit me. It wasn't pine or earth. It was distinct, overpowering, and absolute. It smelled like storm clouds charged with lightning and dark, bitter chocolate.
It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever inhaled.
My head snapped up. Through the haze of my transformation, I saw him. Marcus.
He was standing ten feet away, staring directly at me.
Mine!
The voice erupted in my head, primal and loud. It was my wolf, waking up for the first time, screaming with joy. The connection was instant. A golden thread of energy seemed to stretch between my chest and his, pulling taut. The Recognition. It was real.
My body contorted, fur sprouting, snout lengthening with a sickening crack. The pain vanished, replaced by a sudden, euphoric surge of adrenaline. I stood on four paws.
I looked down at myself. I was small. My fur was stark white, but it looked thin, frail against the moonlight. I wasn't a warrior beast. I was delicate.
I looked at Marcus, wagging my tail tentatively. I took a step toward him, my wolf whining in submission and adoration. Mate, I projected the thought, testing the Mind-Link for the first time.
Marcus didn't move. He didn't shift.
The joy I expected to see in his eyes... it wasn't there.
Instead, his lip curled. He looked at me not with love, but with a cold, clinical assessment. His gaze swept over my small stature, my trembling legs, my lack of bulk.
The silence in the clearing was deafening.
"Is that it?" Marcus's voice was ice, cutting through the night air. "That is my mate?"
My heart stopped. The wagging of my tail ceased instantly.
He stepped closer, looming over me, his shadow swallowing my small form. The golden thread between us vibrated with his disgust.
"A weak, scrawny Omega," he sneered, his voice carrying to every member of the Pack. "You have no muscle. Your bloodline is nothing. You think you can be my Luna? The mother of my heirs?"
I whimpered, shrinking back, ears flattening against my skull. The rejection in his eyes hurt more than the breaking of my bones ever could.
"The Moon Goddess must be playing a cruel joke," Marcus said, shaking his head. He looked around at the Pack, catching the eye of Chloe, who was smirking in the front row.
Then, he looked back at me. His eyes were void of any emotion save for contempt.
"I, Marcus of the Obsidian Sand Pack, reject you, Ellie, as my mate."
The words were a physical blow.
It felt like a serrated knife had been plunged into my chest and twisted. A high-pitched keen ripped from my throat, a sound of pure animal misery. The pain was absolute. It wasn't just heartbreak; it was the severing of a soul tie that had only just formed.
I collapsed, my wolf form dissolving as the shock forced me back into my human skin. I lay naked and shivering on the dirt, gasping for air that wouldn't come.
"Get her out of my sight," Marcus commanded.
"No," I whispered, reaching a trembling hand out toward him. "Marcus, please..."
"She is banished," Marcus announced, turning his back on me without a second glance. "Take her to the human lands. To Florence. If she returns, kill her."
Two warriors grabbed my arms, dragging me roughly through the dirt and rocks.
"And one more thing," Marcus said, stopping but not turning around.
I felt a sharp, psychic pressure build in my mind. He was the Alpha. He controlled the Pack links.
Goodbye, Runt.
*Snap.*
He severed the Mind-Link. The silence that followed in my head was sudden and terrifying. It felt like being buried alive in a tomb. My wolf, who had just been born, let out a dying whimper and went silent.
I was thrown into the back of a truck like a sack of refuse. As we drove away, I watched the moon through the rear window. It looked cold and distant, mocking my shattered adoration.
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