The Secret White Wolf's Ultimate Revenge

Alpha Julian claimed we were fated mates, meant to rule the Silver Moon Pack together.

But right after our supposed marking ceremony, his warriors dragged me into a hidden hospital ward.

My stepmother, Lilian, stood there with a cold smile, clutching a thick envelope of cash.

They strapped me to a cold operating table, piercing my lower back with thick silver needles.

Julian stood over my helpless body, his cruel smirk the last thing I saw.

"Our bond is just a dark magic illusion," he whispered. "I only need your hidden White Wolf bone marrow to save my sister."

They mercilessly drained my bones.

Because of my rare bloodline, the brutal extraction caused massive tissue rejection and completely destroyed my immune system.

Lilian happily counted her money while I choked on my own blood and died completely alone in the dark.

Until my last breath, I was filled with agonizing confusion.

Why did the Alpha I loved use a fake magical bond just to butcher me?

Why did my stepmother, who always played the perfect, loving mother, eagerly sell my genetic secrets for a payout?

Opening my eyes again, I was back to two years ago, right before I fell into their deadly trap.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand with Lilian's fake, affectionate voice urging me to come home to the Pack.

This time, I wouldn't be their blood bag.

I was going to expose their monstrous crimes to the entire werewolf society.

Chapter 1

Chloe POV

The phantom chill of the operating table still bit at the vertebrae of my spine.

I gasped for air, my fingers clawing at the thick cotton sheets of my bed.

My entire body was drenched in a freezing sweat.

I could still feel the thick needles piercing my lower back.

I could still feel the agonizing burn of silver poison spreading through my veins, destroying my immune system.

I could still hear Alpha Julian's cold, mocking voice echoing in my ears as my vision faded into darkness.

He had stood over my dying body, his cruel smirk the last thing I saw, and whispered that our sacred mate bond was nothing but a dark magic illusion—a forced biological hack.

He had never loved me.

He only wanted to drain my bone marrow to save his precious sister.

My chest heaved as I stared at the stark white plane of my apartment ceiling.

The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting long, warm bars across the wooden floor.

I was alive.

The Moon Goddess had granted me a second chance.

I had been reborn to two years ago, right before I fell into their deadly trap.

I had immediately packed my bags, moved out of the Silver Moon Pack territory, and hidden myself in the human city.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, vibrating violently against the wood.

The caller ID flashed with a name that made my blood run cold.

Lilian.

My stepmother.

I stared at the screen, my inner wolf growling low in my throat.

I picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear without saying a word.

"Chloe, my sweet girl," Lilian's voice oozed with fake affection. "Your father's death anniversary is coming up. He told me to always look after you. You really should come home to the Pack."

Before she could continue her emotional manipulation, I felt a familiar, intrusive pressure at the edge of my mind.

A sensation like a current passing through my temples, a heavy sluggishness forcing its way into my brain, the unique mental connection of our kind—the Mind-Link.

Lilian was trying to force a mental connection to gauge my emotions.

Chloe, please listen to me... her voice echoed faintly in my head.

I slammed my mental walls shut, severing the connection instantly.

In my past life, I had been too weak to block her. She had read my loneliness like an open book and used it to guide me straight into Julian's trap. This time, she would find nothing but a wall of stone.

"Do not ever use my father's name again," I said, my voice as cold as ice.

I did not press the end-call button; instead, I let the phone slide from my ear, the tinny, false pleadings from the receiver muffled and finally silenced by the rustle of the bedsheets. I blocked her number.

An hour later, I walked into the monolith of glass and steel where I worked as a data analyst.

I set my bag down on my desk and froze.

On my chair sat an unmarked courier envelope. I cautiously slit it open; inside, nestled against a stark white card, lay a single, pristine white flower.

White Wolfsbane.

To humans, it was just a rare, beautiful plant.

To our kind, it was a deadly poison.

In my past life, Julian had used this exact flower during our fake Marking ceremony, claiming it symbolized a bond that defied death.

It actually symbolized the toxic trap that would end my life.

I picked up the flower by the stem, feeling a surge of disgust.

I threw it directly into the trash can under my desk, along with the greeting card.

"Whoa, secret admirer?" a voice asked from the next cubicle.

It was Quinn, my coworker and a fellow werewolf.

She was a Beta, the second highest rank in our society, known for their loyalty and physical strength.

Unlike Omegas like me, Betas were not easily crushed by the dominating aura of an Alpha.

"No," I told Quinn, my voice steady. "The one who sent this is more dangerous than a rabid Rogue. Have you noticed any unusual scents in the building this morning? Any Alphas?"

A Rogue was a wolf without a Pack, usually driven mad by isolation, but Julian was a hunter who could wear a bespoke suit and, without a flicker of emotion, sentence his own kind to a vivisectionist's table.

At noon, I took the elevator down to the lobby to grab a coffee across the street.

The moment I stepped out of the glass doors, the scent hit me.

It was the scent of rain-soaked pine needles and dark chocolate.

In my past life, that scent had made my heart race, my blood boil, and my soul feel completely at peace.

It was the Scent, the first of the five senses triggered during the Recognition of a Fated Mate.

But now, knowing its dark magical origin, the once-beloved fragrance of rain-soaked pine stung my nostrils like a cheap industrial perfume, making my sinuses ache.

A sleek black SUV was parked illegally by the curb.

The tinted window rolled down smoothly.

"Chloe," a deep, resonant voice called out.

Alpha Julian sat in the driver's seat, his tailored suit perfectly wrapping his broad shoulders.

He deliberately pitched his voice to a low, hypnotic cadence, a frequency designed to resonate with the dark magic he had woven into our supposed bond.

I felt a slight shiver in my spine, but my hatred easily overpowered the fake magic.

"What do you want?" I asked, keeping my distance.

Julian stepped out of the car, flashing a gentle, devastating smile.

"Your stepmother introduced us, remember?" he said smoothly. "I was hoping I could buy you a cup of coffee. I know about the wolf sleeping inside you."

He was using the exact same psychological hook he used in my past life.

He knew I was a late bloomer, struggling to connect with my inner wolf.

"Save the act," I said, my voice dripping with contempt. "I know you used your Pack's resources to dig up my medical files. You know my bloodline type."

Julian's pupils contracted sharply.

For a split second, the mask slipped, revealing the calculating predator underneath.

He quickly recovered, his smile returning as he pulled a sleek business card from his pocket.

"I run a foundation for rare werewolf diseases," he said, holding the card out. "I just want to help."

I did not take the card.

"Your packaging hasn't changed at all," I mocked. "Last lifetime, you used a Pack gathering to set me up. This time, it's a charity."

Julian's hand froze in mid-air.

His sharp Alpha instincts flared, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion.

"Last lifetime?" he repeated, his eyes narrowing.

I realized my slip of the tongue, but I did not care.

Julian dropped his hand and his gentle facade vanished completely.

His jaw tightened, and the air around him grew heavy with dominance.

"My sister, Jada, has severe blood failure," his voice turned hard and demanding. "She needs a bone marrow transplant. You are the only full-match we have found."

He took a step closer, letting his Alpha aura crash down on me.

"I am an Alpha, Chloe," he commanded, his voice echoing with the Alpha's Command. "You will come to the hospital and do your duty."

The Command was an absolute law in our biology.

It was a frequency in his voice that forced lower-ranking wolves to submit.

My knees trembled, and my Omega instincts screamed at me to bow my head and obey.

My palms spasmed, the muscles clenching so tightly that the joints of my fingers turned a sickly, bloodless white, a tremor running up the sinews of my forearm.

But I had died once already. I had felt silver needles pierce my spine while the man I loved watched with a smirk. What was an Alpha's Command compared to that?

"My White Wolf genes are not the Silver Moon Pack's personal blood bank," I ground out through clenched teeth.

Julian's eyes widened in shock as I resisted his Command.

His handsome face twisted into an ugly sneer.

"How can your wolf rest peacefully?" he spat, trying to guilt-trip me. "Knowing you are letting one of your own kind die?"

I turned my back on him.

"Watch me," I said, and walked back into the human building.

As the glass doors slid shut behind me, I caught his reflection in the polished steel of the elevator bank. He was still standing by his SUV, staring after me with an expression I had never seen in my past life—not anger, not frustration, but genuine, bewildered shock. The obedient Omega he had so easily manipulated before was gone. And he had no idea what to do with the woman who had taken her place.