Betrayed By The Beta: Awakening The Supreme Wolf

I was standing at the altar, moments away from completing the sacred Mating Ceremony with Julian, the Beta heir.

Suddenly, the cathedral doors burst open. A cloaked rogue stumbled in, holding up my unique silver necklace.

"You promised me forever, Seraphina! And now you abandon me for this noble fool!"

The congregation gasped, their whispers instantly dragging my honor through the mud.

Before I could defend myself, a blinding light pierced my mind. The Moon Goddess showed me a vision of a past life.

I saw myself marrying Julian, believing his sweet lies. I saw him drain my family's wealth to pay his debts, only to bring home a lovely Omega—who was actually the "male rogue" standing before me today.

In that past life, Julian watched with dead eyes as I coughed up black blood, letting me die in a cold room while he tore my inner wolf from my soul.

The truth hit me like a shard of ice. Their entire courtship was a meticulously crafted lie, a trap designed to destroy me and bleed my noble house dry.

The agonizing betrayal ignited a violent tremor at the base of my spine.

The blind, foolish girl from that vision was dead. Deep within my soul, the supreme bloodline of the White Wolf awakened.

I reached for the ceremonial silver sword on the altar. This time, I would tear their deceit to bloody ribbons.

Chapter 1

Seraphina POV:

Deep-hued lozenges of sapphire and blood-red light bled from the high Gothic windows, painting distorted, shivering saints upon the flagstones.

The weight of the white lace gown pressed down upon my shoulders, a tangible burden, and the chill of the altar's dais seeped through the thin soles of my slippers. Across the chancel, Julian fussed with the cuff of his dress uniform. As the scion of a diminished Beta line, his family's bygone prestige was a ghost that could only be given flesh by an alliance with my father—the Gamma, commander of the legions and the most formidable warrior in our Pack.

Julian offered me a smile, a carefully constructed artifice of gentlemanly devotion.

I had believed him my Fated Mate, the other half of a soul decreed by the Moon Goddess herself, though we had not yet undergone the Recognition.

That sacred consummation, the instant our scents would finally mingle and our wolves claim their counterpart, hung suspended in the incense-laden air, mere moments away.

The ceremony was shattered by a sound like a thunderclap as the great oak doors of the cathedral were thrown open.

A figure, swathed in a dark and ragged cloak, stumbled down the nave, and with its arrival came a stench that turned the holy air foul.

It was the feral, un-Packaged odor of a stray, a scent so offensive that a low, guttural growl rumbled up from the chests of the assembled Warriors, the light catching the predatory glint in their eyes.

The cloaked figure raised a hand, holding up a gleaming silver necklace.

It was my own, a silver chain I often wore, and from it radiated my own unique scent of winter pine and wild mint.

"You promised me forever, Seraphina!" the intruder shouted.

His voice sounded rough, trying to mimic a deep male tone.

"You gave me this token of your love, and now you abandon me for this noble fool!"

*A sharp, collective intake of breath swept through the congregation, followed by a sibilant rush of whispers from the pews of the high-ranking families. My heart hammered against my ribs—not with shame, but with a cold, unfamiliar fury. That necklace had been locked in my dowry vault, guarded by silver seals only hours ago. Someone had broken into my family's estate. Someone had orchestrated this. *

I opened my mouth to defend my honor.

Before I could form a denial, a searing white light detonated behind my eyes—a divine Mind-Link, a silent, imperious summons from the Moon Goddess herself.

A rush of memories that did not belong to this moment flooded my brain.

I saw a past life.

I saw myself marrying Julian, believing his sweet lies.

I saw him marking my neck, the claiming bite a prelude to abandonment in a castle of drafty, indifferent stone.

I saw my father draining his military merits and our family's gold to pay off Julian's debts.

Seven years passed in that vision.

Julian returned from the borders, but he was not alone.

He brought with him a lovely Omega and a seven-year-old pup, the woman's throat and wrists heavy with jewels I recognized as my own mother's.

In that past life, I learned the intruder today was not a male Rogue at all.

It was Elara, the illegitimate daughter of Elder Silas, our Pack's lawkeeper.

She hated the restrictions of being an Omega and was secretly involved with Julian all along.

I saw myself coughing up black blood in a room gone sunless and airless. Julian stood over me, his gaze a flat, unblinking void as he watched me die.

He told me it was simply the will of the Moon Goddess.

My inner wolf was torn from my soul, leaving me an empty shell as I took my last breath.

The vision ended, snapping me back to the present.

A violent tearing sensation ripped through my chest.

*A low, violent tremor began at the base of my spine, vibrating upward until my teeth ached with the pressure. The very air I dragged into my lungs seemed to turn to rust and ash on my tongue. But beneath the agony, something ancient and terrible stirred—a power that had slumbered in my bloodline for generations, now clawing its way to the surface with a single, merciless demand: vengeance. *

Deep within my soul, a legendary power began to stir.

It was the bloodline of the White Wolf, an ancient and supreme descendant of the Moon Goddess.

My inner wolf awakened, furious and hungry for vengeance.

I looked at the cloaked figure, and then at Julian's fake, concerned face.

*The truth settled in my gut not as a stone, but as a shard of ice. Their entire courtship was a meticulously crafted lie, designed only to bleed my house dry. But the girl from the vision was gone. In her place, something else had awoken. And as my fingers curled toward the ceremonial sword upon the altar, I silently vowed that before this night ended, their delicate tapestry of deceit would lie in bloody ribbons at my feet. *