Forsaken By The Alpha: The Wolfless Mate's Revenge

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e Silvercrest Pack House. The cracked marble floors and the dusty ancestral portraits of past Alphas loomed in the shadows, their p

osture was stiff, his eyes practically sneering. He looked at the puddle forming at my feet as if my v

t shake of my head, refusing his hypoc

bmission pushed me toward the kitchen. I prepared a heavy oak tray with two cerami

t bleeding from beneath the half-open heavy oak door. I raised my hand to push it open, but the

a," Gideon was saying. "Seraphina's estate in th

" Adrian replied, his tone dripping wi

* The highborn she-wolf he cla

out Elara?"

ng her was nothing but a power play, Gideon. Seraphina thought I wouldn't dare defy pack traditions. I took the lowest,

emble. The heavy oak

ears, and her inner wolf hasn't s

he's not just naturally broken. I've been having the kitchens slip

ing. *Silver.* The ulti

his voice utterly devoid of remorse. "She's a convenient, docile tool.

ting the floor with a muffled thud on the thick carpet. Scalding coffee splashed across my knuc

d me. He st

my paralysis. I scrambled backward, throwing myself into the pitch-black shadows

likely assuming his clumsy, simple-minded wife had tripped and run off in tear

, drowned in spilled coffee and toxic lies. Adrian thought I was just a brainless Omega who couldn't survive without him. He didn't know abo

rhythm. I would stay right here in the shadows of the stairs. I would wait for the