Forsaken By The Alpha: The Wolfless Mate's Revenge
For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke—a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna.
I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta.
"I’ve been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her."
He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him.
I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate.
But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega.
I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone.
"The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two."
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Chapter 5
Elara POV
The drive back to the Silvercrest Pack House was a blur of dark trees and cold resolve. By 2:17 AM, I was sitting in the suffocating expanse of my bedroom. The space was massive but hollow, the sheets still holding the faint, rotting ghost of Adrian's scent.
The silence was shattered by the shrill ring of the landline on the nightstand. Because I was wolfless and lacked an Inner Wolf, I was entirely deaf to the Pack's Mind-Link. A physical phone was the only way to reach me.
"Luna," Enforcer Kade's voice was clipped and strictly professional. "Cassie Caldwell is in the holding cells. She got drunk at a border bar and severely mauled an Omega servant. She's tearing the place apart demanding her family, and the Alpha is... unavailable."
I felt no panic. Only a glacial, creeping certainty that my moment had arrived. "I'll be right down."
I didn't bother waking the staff. I grabbed my car keys and walked down to the subterranean holding cells. The air down here was heavy, reeking of damp stone, rust, and the faint metallic tang of blood.
Cassie was pacing inside a reinforced steel cell. Her designer party dress was torn, her makeup smeared, and she radiated the sour pheromones of cheap alcohol and pure, unadulterated rage.
When she saw me, she lunged at the bars. "Get me out of here!" she shrieked.
"I have no authority to interfere with Pack law, Cassie," I said, my voice flat.
Her eyes flashed with feral gold. "You wolfless waste! An Omega without even a scent! Adrian only marked you to humiliate Seraphina. Do you really think he loves you? You're nothing!"
A day ago, those words would have shredded my soul. Tonight, standing in the fluorescent glare, I realized I felt absolutely nothing. The numbness was a profound relief.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor before I could reply. Bernard and Jacqueline Caldwell, the former Alpha and Luna, swept into the dungeon.
Jacqueline's eyes locked onto me, her face twisting with disgust. "You bring nothing but bad luck to this family, you wolfless curse! You were supposed to keep her in line!"
Driven by years of unchecked entitlement, she marched up to me and raised her hand, swinging hard to slap me across the face.
I didn't flinch. I simply tilted my head a fraction of an inch. Her palm caught empty air, the momentum causing her to stumble awkwardly in her heels.
She gasped, looking at me as if I had grown a second head.
"A Luna should be by her Alpha's side," I said, my voice dropping to a deadly, icy whisper. "But he isn't here, is he, Jacqueline? Maybe you should ask him how that *tuberose and champagne* scent was last night."
Jacqueline froze. The color drained from her face as the implication of Seraphina's signature scent hit her. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Bernard stepped forward, his jaw tight. He tried to project his Alpha aura, a heavy, suffocating pressure meant to force submission. But without a wolf, I was immune to his parlor tricks.
"Enough," Bernard commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You will testify to the Elders, Elara. You will say the Omega disrespected you, and Cassie was merely defending her Luna's honor. We will not let a feral mistake ruin this family's reputation."
He looked at me, expecting the meek, broken girl who always took the fall. He expected a pawn.
"No."
The single syllable hung in the damp air, sharp as a silver blade.
Bernard blinked, his absolute authority fracturing. "What did you just say?"
"I will not perjure myself," I said, my gaze sweeping over the three of them. "Cassie is an Alpha's daughter. She can face the consequences of her own savagery."
I turned to Enforcer Kade, who was standing rigidly by the door, his eyes wide with shock. "Keep her locked up, Kade. I am not her family."
I turned my back on the Caldwells. Cassie began to scream, and Bernard roared my name, but I didn't stop walking.
As I reached the exit, my phone vibrated in my purse. The screen lit up with Adrian's name. I stared at it for a second, pressed the mute button, and dropped it back into my bag.
I climbed into my Corolla and started the engine. I drove out of the Silvercrest territory, leaving the crumbling ruins of their dynasty behind me. I merged onto the highway, pointing my headlights toward the glittering skyline of Manhattan. I had a 9:00 AM medical appointment in neutral territory, and Dr. Patterson was never late.
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7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
9.3
A pitiful wolfless Omega, Lana discovers that she is pregnant for her beloved fiancée and Alpha to be, Asher. He is the only man she has ever loved, but her world turns upside down when her Fiancée coldly reveals that he is getting married to her sister who is also already pregnant for him.
To make matters worse, her cruel sister and cheating Fiancé banish her from her only home!
Lana is devastated, but thankfully, her best friend Jasper, helps her runaway and hide her pregnancy from her former fiancée.
8 years later, Lana has become the mother to Asher's triplets and is engaged to be married to her best friend Jasper.
But by a cruel twist of fate, Alpha Asher suddenly changes his mind and kidnaps her!
So what is Lana supposed to do when she forced to choose between two powerful men, while also fighting off the traitors and enemies surrounding her?
9.5
My husband told me I was a contractual obligation, an irritant he was forced to endure after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a social media influencer, a woman whose lies were as polished as her feed.
But when her baby was found with a small cut on her lip, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous monster who attacked an innocent child.
My husband, the man I had stood by through everything, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he ordered a guard to take a needle and thread and sew my lips shut.
"She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy.
He then had me hung upside down in the lobby of my own wellness retreat, a public spectacle for the world to condemn.
As I dangled there, bleeding and broken, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me.
But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I' d planted in the baby's room. And they had no idea that my family could crush his entire empire with a single phone call.
7.4
To escape my psychopathic, controlling lover, I faked my death in a Syrian war zone.
Thirty-seven reconstructive surgeries later, the terrified girl he kept locked in a basement was gone. I returned to New York as an untouchable neurosurgeon, Dr. Alivia Clay.
I only came back to save his grandfather—the one man who helped me escape.
I thought my flawless new face was the perfect armor. But the moment Collis Duncan saw me, he cornered me against the hospital wall.
He didn't recognize my face, but he recognized my panic. He trapped me in his arms, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla and orange blossom on my skin.
"You smell exactly like a ghost I used to know," he whispered.
Worse, a traumatized, mute little boy with Collis's exact gray eyes stumbled into me in the hallway.
The boy clutched my white coat and handed me a flashcard with a crude drawing of a woman.
"Mama."
My blood turned to ice. Five years ago, I was told my newborn baby burned to ashes in that medical tent.
How could this boy be alive? Why did Collis have my son while I mourned a pile of dust?
Now, Collis is ordering a microscopic background check, desperate to tear my fake life to the ground and cage me again.
But I'm not running anymore. Once I finish this surgery, I'm taking my son back.
8.7
For three years, I played the perfect, invisible contract wife to Angel Wilcox.
But last night, after being drugged at a club, he lost control and brutally took my innocence in a freezing bathtub.
The next morning, instead of an apology, he threw a million-dollar settlement at me and slapped the divorce papers on the table.
His first love, Hillary, had returned from Paris, and he needed to clear the way for her.
He called what he did to me a mere inconvenience.
When I refused to sign the papers—because my brother would be killed by loan sharks without the Wilcox name to protect him—Angel lost his temper.
In the lobby, right in front of a mocking Hillary, he violently shoved me.
My head slammed against a massive marble pillar with a sickening thud.
"Don't play games with me! Sign the damn papers!"
He roared, trying to force the pen into my hand while I lay crumpled on the cold floor.
My body was burning with a severe infection from his assault, my wrists were bruised, and my heart was shattered.
How could the man I secretly loved for three years treat me like disposable garbage the second she came back?
I looked at his furious eyes, then slowly raised my trembling hands to cover my right ear.
The same ear that was severely injured in a car crash he caused three years ago.
"My ear is ringing. I can't hear you."
If he wanted to be ruthless, I would use his deepest guilt to trap him in this marriage forever.