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. *

Seraphina POV:

A deafening roar, not of sound but of pure will, echoed in the cathedral of my skull.

It was the howl of my awakened wolf, a cry of pure, destructive rage.

I reached up and with a single, vicious tug, tore the pure white veil from my head.

The delicate lace ripped, falling to the stone floor like dirty snow.

Julian reached out to touch me, his face a mask of feigned panic.

"Seraphina, what are you doing?" he asked.

I ignored him and moved with a speed that sent a collective gasp through the stunned onlookers.

I grabbed the silver ceremonial sword resting on the altar.

I gripped the leather-wrapped hilt, but the intricate silver of the crossguard still radiated a faint, searing heat against my skin that my healing abilities fought to ignore. I didn't care.

I leaped off the altar steps and charged at the cloaked intruder.

The intruder stumbled back, raising their hands in fear.

I swung the silver blade, catching the thick fabric of the cloak.

With a sharp pull, I sliced the tie at the neck.

The heavy cloak fell away, revealing the person hiding beneath.

The foul scent of the witch's brew faded instantly.

It was replaced by the sickeningly sweet scent of crushed roses and honey.

It was the undeniable scent of an Omega.

Elara stood there, shivering in a loose tunic that was far too large for her.

She let out a high-pitched scream.

Her voice was no longer rough, but delicate and distinctly female.

"How dare a filthy Rogue disrupt a sacred Mating Ceremony?" I yelled.

I stepped closer, the fury emanating from me a palpable, shimmering heat.

"You dare wear male clothing to ruin the reputation of a high-ranking female?"

I reached out and grabbed the collar of her tunic.

With one fierce pull, I tore the fabric down her shoulder.

Her slight, fragile Omega frame was thus laid bare before the assembly.

I grabbed the bone crown holding up her hair and crushed it in my hand.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

As the whispers grew louder, I took a half-second to focus my will, sending a silent, urgent command through the Mind-Link to my most trusted guard hiding in the shadows of the cathedral pillars.

The heavy pressure of my dominant aura crashed down on her.

Elara's knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the uneven, mortar-dusted flagstones, a small cloud of ancient dust rising around her as she sobbed.

The mood in the cathedral shifted in a heartbeat.

The Pack members who were whispering about my purity a moment ago were now disgusted by her.

An Omega masquerading as a male to sabotage a noble wedding was an unforgivable offense.

I raised my hand and slapped Elara across the face.

The sound echoed loudly against the high vaulted ceilings.

"Who gave you the courage to frame a Warrior general's daughter?" I demanded.

My mind raced with the memories of my past life.

In that timeline, Julian was supposed to step in right now to play the hero.

He was supposed to calm the crowd and save her from the Warriors.

Elara sat on the floor, biting her lip so hard it bled, refusing to speak.

I took a deep breath, preparing to use my Alpha's Command.

The vocal power would force her into immediate submission.

Before I could speak the command, a heavy force shoved me from the side.

Julian pushed me away with all his strength.

He quickly took off his expensive suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around Elara's trembling shoulders.

His scent of damp earth covered her sweet rose scent.

"Have you lost your mind, Seraphina?" Julian yelled at me.

He glared at me, his eyes full of anger.

"She is just a weak Omega, there is no need for such vicious cruelty!"

*His protectiveness was a confession louder than any words. A true mate wrongfully accused would demand answers-not shield the accuser. My fingers tightened on the sword's hilt as the last piece of the puzzle clicked into place. *

Seraphina POV:

A laugh, brittle and sharp as shattered glass, escaped my lips.

The sound cut through the tense silence of the cathedral.

"A weak Omega?" I asked, my neck muscles tightening as I fought the urge to lunge. I drew my chin in slightly, swallowing the nascent growl in my throat.

I pointed the tip of the silver sword at the floor near his boots.

"A moment ago, you were watching a male Rogue accuse your bride of betrayal."

I took a step toward him, my eyes narrowing.

"You stood there and did nothing while my honor was dragged through the mud."

Julian's Adam's apple bobbed violently against the starched collar of his bespoke jacket. His fingers curled instinctively toward his palm, as if to grasp something, but they unfurled again, limp and useless.

"But the second I expose this attacker, you suddenly find your protective instincts?" I pushed.

I looked at the way his hands lingered on her shoulders.

"Tell me, Julian, do you two already share a bed behind my back?"

The crowd erupted into a chaotic buzz.

I could feel the invisible hum of the Mind-Link vibrating in the air.

The entire Pack was talking to each other mentally, sharing their suspicions.

They were questioning why a noble heir would defend a criminal Omega who just ruined his wedding.

Julian felt the shift in the crowd's energy.

His posture shrank slightly under the collective judgment of the Warriors.

Still, he tried to maintain his arrogant noble pride.

"You are speaking nonsense, Seraphina!" he shouted, his voice cracking slightly.

He stood up straight, trying to look down at me.

"Your father is the revered Gamma, the protector of this Pack."

Julian pointed a finger at me, trying to use guilt.

"He taught his Warriors to protect the weak, not to bully innocent, lowly Omegas in the house of the Moon Goddess!"

I did not back down a single inch.

"My father leads his Warriors to protect loyal, honest Pack members," I fired back.

I glared at Elara, who was hiding her face in Julian's chest.

"He does not protect deceitful liars who use dark magic to destroy a future Luna's life."

Her stunt was designed to strip me of my right to lead.

"She is no innocent," I stated loudly, making sure everyone heard.

I stepped right into Julian's personal space.

"You say you are not involved with her."

I stared directly into his panicked eyes.

"As the future leader of your noble house, tell us all."

I gestured to the elders sitting in the front row.

"How does Pack Law dictate we punish a Rogue who sabotages a sacred ceremony?"

Julian opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Sweat formed on his forehead.

His inner wolf was pacing nervously, unable to find a way out of the trap.

He just held Elara tighter, his silence speaking volumes to the watching crowd.

I saw the exact shadow of my past life in his eyes.

This was the moment he used the chaos to sneak her out the back door.

But I was not the blind, foolish girl from before.

*I would not let them escape the light of truth. And deep in my bones, I felt my White Wolf pacing, waiting-knowing the moment to strike was almost here. *