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His Unwanted Mate: Awakening The White Wolf

My parents spent eighteen years grooming me for one singular purpose: to be the mate of Jax Little, the future Alpha. We grew up together, promising a hundred times that we would rule the Silver Moon Pack side by side. But on the night of the Recognition Ritual, because my inner wolf was silent and I hadn't shifted yet, everything shattered. Jax stood before the entire pack, looked at Catalina—a stranger in red silk—and then looked at me with cold, steel-gray eyes. "I, Jax Little, reject you, Eliana Carter." He didn't just break our bond; he let his new Luna destroy me. When Catalina shoved me into a pool, he saved her instead of me. When she framed me for an attack, causing me to fall onto deadly silver that seared my flesh like acid, he stepped over my convulsing body to comfort her fake tears. He left me dying on the floor to soothe the woman who had tried to kill me. I realized then that the boy who promised to protect me was dead. He prioritized ambition over love, treating me like a broken defect to be discarded. I survived the silver, but I killed the girl who loved him. I packed my bags and ran to New York City, believing I was wolfless and alone. I didn't know that I wasn't a defect—I was a rare White Wolf waiting to wake up. And I certainly didn't expect the most powerful Alpha on the East Coast to be waiting in the shadows, ready to burn the world down for me.
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Chapter 4

Eliana POV

I was zipping up the last of my duffel bags when Catalina walked into my room. She didn't knock.

"Leaving so soon?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe with a smug, satisfied tilt to her head.

"Get out," I said, yanking the zipper closed with finality.

"Jax is downstairs," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "He's worried about you. It's pathetic, really."

She walked toward me, her eyes flashing. "You need to understand something. He is mine. Even if you leave, you are a threat. Your scent... it still lingers on him."

"I rejected him," I said, my voice flat. "The bond is broken."

"Not enough," she hissed.

Then, she moved.

Her hand lashed out, shoving me hard.

I stumbled backward, my feet tangling in the plush rug. Gravity took over. I fell, my head cracking against the sharp corner of my silver-plated vanity table.

*Pain.*

White-hot, searing agony exploded in my skull. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air—acrid and metallic. Silver poisoning. For a wolf, it was instant, debilitating torture.

"Jax!" Catalina screamed, her voice pitching into a perfect, fake shriek of terror. "Help! Jax, help! Eliana fell!"

Thundering footsteps echoed in the hall. Jax burst into the room.

I was lying on the floor, blood pooling around my head, my vision swimming in dark spots. The silver was sizzling, burning its way into my bloodstream.

Jax looked at me.

Then he looked at Catalina, who was crouching in the corner, sobbing into her hands.

"She tried to attack me, Jax! She went crazy and then she slipped!"

Jax didn't check my pulse. He didn't notice the sick, sweet scent of burning skin rising from my temple. He rushed to Catalina.

"Are you hurt?" he asked frantically, scanning her body for injuries that didn't exist.

"I'm so scared," she wailed, burying her face in his chest.

I lay there, dying. And he was comforting her.

The last thread of hope in my heart snapped. It wasn't a loud noise. It was a quiet, final click.

"Get the pack doctor," Jax barked at a guard hovering in the hallway.

Then, he scooped Catalina up in his arms. "I'm taking you to my room. You're in shock."

He walked out.

He stepped over my legs to get out the door.

I closed my eyes. The pain was excruciating, but the clarity was absolute.

He didn't care. He never would.

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