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The Rejected Beta's Secret: Rise of the White Wolf Novel Cover

The Rejected Beta's Secret: Rise of the White Wolf

I spent three years building the Silver Creek Pack’s defense grid, turning us into a commercial superpower. I did it all for Alpha Craig, believing that once the economy stabilized, he would finally complete our Fated Mate bond. But at the Annual Assembly, he didn't Mark me. He pulled Chanel Murphy onto the stage, draped her in red silk, and announced her as his future Luna. When I tried to leave, he used the Alpha Command to force me into submission, ordering me to design the security for his wedding to another woman. I went home to burn our memories, only to discover I was pregnant with his heir. Knowing he would steal my child to raise with Chanel, I made the agonizing choice to sever the bond myself. But Chanel wasn't satisfied with just stealing my life. She framed me for poisoning her unborn baby—a baby that didn't even exist. Craig didn't ask for proof. He didn't listen to my pleas. He used his Alpha power to crush me to the floor and performed the forbidden Blood Severing ritual, slicing his hand and mine to physically rip our souls apart. He thought he was discarding a jealous, useless Beta. He didn't know that the trauma of his rejection would shatter the seal on my bloodline, awakening the legendary White Wolf. Three months later, his pack is in ruins, his defenses are failing, and I have returned. But I’m not here to fix his mistakes. I’m standing on the stage as the Director of Project Chimera, with the most powerful Alpha King in the world holding my hand. And Craig is about to learn that you don't get a second chance with a goddess you tried to destroy.
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Chapter 5

Dessie POV

Consciousness returned to me in a haze of sharp antiseptics and the dusty, dry scent of old parchment.

I wasn't in the dungeon. The damp chill was gone. I was in a private room, draped in heavy velvet curtains that blocked out the harsh light of day.

Elder Elek sat by the bed. His face was lined with worry, but his eyes were sharp, watching me with an intensity I hadn't seen before.

"You are awake," he said softly.

"Where am I?" I tried to sit up, but my body screamed in protest. The slash on my palm throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

"A safe house," Elek said, leaning forward. "Under Council protection."

"Craig..."

"Believes you have been exiled to the Outlands," Elek cut in, his voice firm. "I intervened. I told him I would handle your... disposal."

I let out a bitter laugh, though it hurt my chest. "Disposal. Is that what I am?"

"You are a White Wolf, Dessie," Elek said, his voice dropping to a reverent whisper. "Do you know what that means? You are a descendant of the Moon Goddess’s personal guard. Your tactical mind, your resilience... it was never just Beta talent. It is in your blood."

I looked at my hands. They felt different. Stronger. Like they finally belonged to me.

"Chanel knows," I said, the realization settling in. "She’s looking for the bloodline. She’s working with Rogues."

Elek’s expression darkened. "We suspected a traitor. We did not think it was the Alpha’s new toy."

"I have proof," I said. "On a drive. But I need to leave. I can't stay here."

"You must heal."

"No." I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, gritting my teeth against the wave of dizziness. "I’m done being the victim. I need to formally resign. I need to sever the legal ties to the pack so he can't drag me back using Pack Law."

*

Two days later, I walked into the Alpha’s office.

Craig was there, looking over a stack of papers. Dark circles bruised the skin under his eyes. He looked tired. Good.

When he saw me, he jumped up, knocking his chair back. "How did you get in here? You’re banished!"

"Elder Elek granted me a temporary pass to settle affairs," I said calmly. I placed a thick folder on his desk with a heavy thud.

"What is this?"

"My resignation. And the transfer of intellectual property rights."

Craig laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Rights? You’re a traitor. You own nothing."

"Read it, Craig."

He opened the folder. His eyes scanned the first page, and his smirk vanished.

It was the 5-Year Economic Plan. The one the Regional Council had just approved. The one that secured the pack’s funding.

"I wrote into the code of the trade agreements that they are contingent on the original architect overseeing them," I lied smoothly. It wasn't true, but Craig didn't know how to read legal contracts. He relied on me for that. He relied on me for everything.

"If I leave without a formal, honorable discharge," I said, leaning over the desk, invading his space, "the trade deals void. The investors pull out. Silver Creek goes bankrupt in a month."

Craig paled. He knew he couldn't run this empire without me.

"You wouldn't dare," he growled.

"Try me." I held out a pen. "Sign the discharge papers. Grant me full freedom. Or watch your kingdom burn."

He looked at the papers. He looked at me. For the first time, he didn't see a submissive Beta. He saw a threat.

He snatched the pen, his knuckles white, and scribbled his signature.

"Get out," he hissed. "If I see you on my land again, I’ll kill you myself."

"Don't worry, Alpha," I said, picking up the papers and checking the signature one last time. "You won't see me."

I walked to the door.

"Dessie," he called out.

I stopped, but didn't turn around.

"You’re nothing without me," he said. "You’ll die out there."

I touched my stomach. I felt the hum of my wolf, and the tiny, flickering heartbeat of my child.

"I’m counting on it," I said.

I walked out of the office, out of the pack house, and toward the waiting black SUV Elder Elek had arranged.

I was leaving Silver Creek. I was leaving my home, my mate, and my past.

But as the car pulled away, watching the pack lands fade into the distance, I didn't feel fear.

I felt the awakening of a storm.

And when I came back, I wouldn't be building empires for ungrateful kings. I would be burning them to the ground.

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