His Unwanted Mate is a Secret White Wolf

For ten years, I lived as a powerless Omega, my only joy being my brilliant daughter, Michelle. I had bound my true nature-a powerful White Wolf-to protect her from my family's enemies. When she won a coveted internship at the International Council, I thought our quiet life was finally secure.

But a week later, I found her crumpled in a corner of her school, bound by silver ropes that burned her skin. Her dreams were being torn apart by Lacey, the daughter of our pack's Alpha.

"This little nobody thought she could steal my spot," Lacey sneered. "The internship my Alpha father secured for me."

My world shattered. The Alpha was my husband, Vincent-my fated mate of ten years. When I reached out to him through our sacred bond, he dismissed my panic with sweet lies, even as I watched Lacey and her friends torture our child for sport.

The ultimate betrayal came when his mistress, Ivy, flashed the Alpha's Mate card-"my" card, which he had given to her. He arrived only to deny knowing me in front of everyone, a sin that shattered our bond. He called me a trespasser and ordered his warriors to punish me. As they forced me to my knees and beat me with silver, he just stood and watched.

But they all underestimated me. They didn't know about the amulet I'd given my daughter, or the ancient power it held. As the final blow landed, I whispered a name into a hidden channel, calling in an oath my family made generations ago. Seconds later, military helicopters swarmed the building, and the High Council Guard stormed the room, bowing to me.

"Luna Harper," their commander announced, "The High Council Guard is at your command."

Chapter 1

Louise POV:

"Michelle, I got it! I really got it! They chose me!"

The voice that echoed in my head was pure, unfiltered joy. It was the sound of my daughter's soul, a private channel that connected us across miles. This was our Mind-Link, a bond deeper than words, a gift of the Moon Goddess to a mother and her child.

I smiled, closing my eyes as I leaned against the cold glass of my office window. The city sprawled below, a tapestry of glittering lights, but all I could see was Michelle's beaming face.

"I knew you would, my clever wolf. I'm so proud of you."

"They said my proposal for inter-species youth outreach was the most detailed they'd ever seen from an intern applicant. I'm going to the International Council of Supernatural Beings! Can you believe it?"

I could. I had spent countless nights helping her refine that proposal, watching her pour her heart into every word. She was brilliant, determined, and so much stronger than she knew.

That was a week ago. A lifetime ago.

Now, a cold dread was coiling in my stomach. I stared at the tablet in my hand, at the single blinking dot on the screen. It was the tracker on the amulet I'd given Michelle, a silver locket bearing the ancient sigil of my family, the Silvermoon Pack.

It was supposed to be her good luck charm. Now, it was a beacon of my rising panic.

The dot was stationary. It had been for the last hour.

It was located in the Alpha's council room at her elite academy. A place she had no reason to be.

My wolf, the part of me I had kept chained and silent for a decade, began to pace restlessly inside me. Ten years ago, to protect Michelle from the enemies my bloodline had made, I'd made a deal with the devil. I agreed to Vincent's ritual, binding my White Wolf, trading my power for his promise of peace. A promise he was now breaking.

I didn't bother with the elevator. I moved through the pack house with a speed that would have betrayed my true nature, if anyone had been watching. In minutes, I was in my car, the engine roaring to life.

The academy was quiet, the evening classes long over. I slipped through a side gate, a shadow in the twilight. The scent of old wood, chalk dust, and something else... something metallic and acrid, hit me as I neared the council room.

Fear. The air was thick with it.

The heavy oak door was locked. I didn't hesitate. The power I'd suppressed for so long surged into my shoulder as I slammed against the wood. The old lock splintered with a sharp crack.

The scene inside made my blood run cold.

My daughter, my brilliant Michelle, was crumpled in a corner. Her wrists and ankles were bound with thick, dark ropes. Ropes that glistened wetly under the dim light.

Silver. They were soaked in a silver solution.

Even from the doorway, I could see the angry, red burns on her skin, the way her body trembled with weakness and pain. Silver was poison to our kind, a substance that burned and corroded our flesh, blocking our healing abilities.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," a sneering voice said.

I turned my head slowly. A girl with cheap highlights and too much makeup stood with her arms crossed. Lacey Palmer. Behind her, a teacher I recognized, Mrs. Gable, watched with a smug expression.

"It's the Omega's mother," Lacey said, her voice dripping with scorn. "Come to collect your pathetic daughter?"

"What have you done?" My voice was a low growl.

"We just taught her a lesson," Lacey preened, stepping forward. "This little nobody thought she could steal my spot at the Council. The internship my Alpha father secured for me."

My world tilted on its axis. "Her Alpha father."

There was only one Alpha at this school. One Alpha whose influence could secure a position at the Council.

My husband. Vincent.

The man I had loved for ten years. The father of my child. My fated mate.

The betrayal was a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs.

I reached for him through our private mate bond, the sacred link that connected our souls.

"Vincent, what is happening?"

His voice came back instantly, warm and smooth as honey, the voice that had soothed my fears for a decade. "Louise, my love. What's wrong? You sound distressed."

"Michelle... she's hurt. A girl named Lacey... she says her Alpha father..."

"Shhh, my moonbeam," he murmured, his voice a balm on my frayed nerves. "It's just schoolyard nonsense. Don't worry. Remember when we first met? That scent... rain-soaked forest and moonlight. It drove me mad. It still does. Nothing can ever come between us."

For a moment, his words worked their old magic. He was my mate. The Moon Goddess had chosen him for me. He wouldn't... he couldn't...

Then I looked at Michelle. I saw the raw, blackened flesh where a silver rope had chafed her skin. The pain in my daughter's eyes shattered Vincent's illusion.

I knelt beside her, ignoring the snickers from Lacey and her friends. "I'll get you out of this, baby."

My fingers touched the knots. Searing heat shot up my arm, the silver eating at my skin. I hissed, pulling back. My fingernails were already turning black.

"Having trouble, Omega?" Lacey taunted. "Maybe you should just chew on it. Like the dog you are."

Her friends pulled out their phones, their screens lighting up their cruel faces as they started recording.

I looked at Michelle's tear-streaked face. I didn't care about the pain. I didn't care about the humiliation.

I leaned down and sank my teeth into the silver-laced rope.

The taste was metallic and vile. The burning was intense, a fire spreading through my jaw, but my wolf, the primal part of me, could withstand it for a moment. I bit and tore, ignoring the jeers and the flashes of their phones.

The rope snapped.

As I worked on the next one, Lacey stepped forward. In her hand was a muddy, half-chewed bone from the school's dog mascot. With a flick of her wrist, she threw it. It hit Michelle square in the face, leaving a smear of dirt on her cheek.

Something inside me broke.

A cold, white fire I hadn't felt in ten years ignited in my veins. The power of the Silvermoon Pack, the strength of a true White Wolf, surged through me.

I rose to my feet slowly.

Before Lacey could even register the change in my eyes, my hand flew out. The sound of the slap echoed like a gunshot in the silent room. Lacey screamed, stumbling back, clutching a nose that was now gushing blood and bent at an unnatural angle.

I didn't spare her a second glance. My eyes locked on the Silvermoon amulet still hanging around Michelle's neck. It wasn't just a tracker. It was a lifeline. I pressed the ancient sigil in a sequence my mother had taught me, a desperate prayer to the only person my parents had trusted with their legacy.

A secure connection clicked open in my mind, bypassing all normal channels.

"Caiden Rowe," a calm, deep voice answered.

"Caiden," I said, my voice steady and cold as ice. "It's Louise. I'm calling in the oath. Bring your best healers. Now."

Louise POV:

Lacey's eyes, wide with a mixture of pain and disbelief, fixed on me as if seeing me for the first time.

"Caiden Rowe?" she shrieked, her voice muffled by the blood she was trying to staunch. "The Head Healer of the Dawncrest Pack? You don't know him!"

With a lunge, she swiped at the amulet around Michelle's neck, trying to rip it away. I moved faster, my hand intercepting hers with a grip that made her yelp. She stumbled back, cradling her bruised wrist.

"A pathetic Omega like you doesn't even have the right to say his name," she spat, her face a mask of fury. "My mother is on her way. You will kneel and beg my Alpha for mercy for what you've done to me."

I ignored her. My gaze was fixed on the floor, on the scattered, torn pieces of paper near Michelle's feet.

The Council's official acceptance letter. Her pass.

A wave of memory washed over me. Michelle, studying until dawn, her face pale with exhaustion. Michelle, practicing her presentation in the mirror, her voice trembling but firm. She had worked so hard, not just for the internship, but to prove to everyone-and to herself-that the daughter of a supposedly weak Omega could be more.

Lacey followed my gaze. A cruel smile twisted her lips. She stomped over and ground the torn pass into the floor with her heel, deliberately smearing the official seal with dirt. The faint, hopeful scent of my daughter that clung to the paper was obliterated.

Her one chance to report on time, gone.

"You see?" Lacey sneered. "Trash belongs on the floor."

One of the other parents, a bulky man whose son was part of Lacey's little gang, decided to intervene. He clearly wanted to curry favor with the future Luna. He grabbed my arm, his grip tightening, trying to use his Beta strength to force me to my knees.

"On your knees, Omega," he growled. "Before you make the Alpha's future Luna wait."

I didn't struggle. I simply turned my head and met his eyes. My own were cold, devoid of the warmth I had faked for a decade.

"Markham," I said, my voice a soft whisper that cut through the noise. "From the Stoneriver Pack. Your Alpha's name is Gregory, isn't it? Your territory sits on a floodplain. The levees are maintained by a yearly grant from Harper Industries. A grant my signature renews. Consider it revoked."

The man's face went pale. He snatched his hand back as if he'd been burned. The name of his pack, his Alpha-it was information an Omega shouldn't have. He stared at me, fear dawning in his eyes.

Just then, the council room door flew open again.

A woman dripping in gaudy jewelry and a dress far too tight swept in. Her perfume, a cheap and cloying floral scent, assaulted my senses.

"What is going on here?" she demanded, her eyes landing on her wailing daughter. "Lacey, baby! Who did this to you? Who bullied the daughter of a future Alpha?"

This was Ivy Palmer.

"She did, Mommy!" Lacey pointed a trembling, blood-stained finger at me.

Ivy's gaze snapped to me, her eyes raking over my simple, practical clothes with disdain.

I didn't say a word. I simply stepped forward and slapped Lacey again, on the other cheek this time. The sound was crisp and final.

"How dare you!" Ivy shrieked.

"I dare," I said, my voice ringing with an authority she had never heard. I reached into the collar of my shirt and pulled out the chain I always wore, the one hidden beneath the fabric. On it hung a small, intricately carved silver disc.

I held it up. The ancient sigil of the Silvermoon Pack, a howling wolf before a crescent moon, seemed to glow in the dim light.

"I am Louise Harper, last heir of the Silvermoon Pack," I declared, my voice resonating with power. "My mate is Vincent Harper, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. And you have harmed my daughter."

For a moment, there was stunned silence.

Then Ivy and Lacey burst into laughter.

"Silvermoon? That pack was wiped out decades ago!" Ivy scoffed. "You think a cheap trinket can fool me? You'll pay for my daughter's medical bills. One million dollars!"

"Fine," I said coolly. "And you will pay for my daughter's dress. It's a custom piece from a Parisian designer, woven with protective runes. It costs more than your car. And then there's the matter of her emotional distress."

Ivy's face purpled with rage. "You lying bitch! I'll show you who has real power!"

She fumbled in her designer purse and threw a card onto the table. It was a sleek, black gold card, heavy and expensive. Engraved on its surface was the snarling wolf's head totem of the Blackwood Pack.

My breath hitched. My heart felt like it had been squeezed by an icy fist.

I recognized that card.

It was the Alpha's Mate card, granting the highest level of access and privilege within the pack. A card awarded to me by the High Council last month for my service. A card I had given to my husband, Vincent, for safekeeping.

And on it, just below the pack totem, was the faint, cloying scent of Ivy's cheap perfume, mingled with Vincent's familiar scent of pine and earth.

The final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. The final nail was hammered into the coffin of my marriage.

He hadn't just cheated. He had given my status, my honor, my very identity as his Luna, to this woman.

Louise POV:

Ivy's smile was triumphant, believing she had won. She tapped a perfectly manicured nail against her temple, a smug look on her face.

"My Alpha, darling, there's a little Omega causing a scene here. You should come and deal with it."

I felt the ripple of her Mind-Link transmission, a crude and public broadcast compared to the intimate connection I shared with Vincent. It was like hearing someone shout in a library.

And I felt the response. A familiar presence, drawing near. My mate.

The heavy oak door swung open.

Vincent Harper, my husband of ten years, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, stood silhouetted in the doorway. He was as handsome as the day I met him, his broad shoulders filling the frame, his presence radiating a power that made the air crackle.

His eyes scanned the room, and for a fraction of a second, they locked onto mine. I saw shock flicker in their depths, a brief, unguarded panic. He saw me. He saw Michelle, bruised and trembling.

Then, it was gone. A mask of cold indifference slammed down, so complete it was terrifying. He looked at me, at his own daughter, as if we were complete strangers.

"Vincent, darling!" Ivy cried, rushing to his side and clinging to his arm. "This crazy woman, she attacked our Lacey! She broke her nose!"

Lacey, playing her part perfectly, sobbed into his expensive suit jacket. "Daddy, she said she was your mate! She's insane!"

The other parents in the room, seeing their Alpha, immediately began to clamor.

"She's a lunatic, Alpha!"

"She forced her way in here!"

"She claims to be from a dead pack!"

Vincent listened, his face a stony mask. He looked at me, and his voice, when he spoke, was the voice of a judge passing sentence. It was not the warm, loving tone he used on our private channel. It was a voice I had never heard directed at me.

"I don't know who you are," he said, each word a shard of ice piercing my heart.

This was a public disavowal. A desecration of the Laws of the Fated Mate. To deny your mate in front of others was one of the greatest sins, a wound that cut deeper than any physical blow. I felt our sacred bond tremble and crack, a searing pain lancing through my soul.

"She needs to kneel and apologize, Daddy!" Lacey demanded, pointing at me.

Vincent didn't even look at me. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod to the two pack Warriors who had followed him in. "Punish the trespasser."

It was an Alpha's Command. The undercurrent of power in his voice was undeniable, a force designed to compel obedience from any lower-ranking wolf.

But I was no ordinary wolf. The White Wolf in my blood, the blood of Alphas and Lunas stretching back to the Moon Goddess herself, bristled against the command. I could resist it.

But I let them come.

Two burly Warriors grabbed my arms, their grips like iron. They forced me to my knees on the cold, hard floor. The humiliation was a physical thing, a heavy cloak settling over me.

Lacey snatched a heavy wooden ruler from a teacher's desk. It was an old, ornate one, inlaid with thin silver lines for decoration.

Her eyes gleamed with malice. "This is for touching me," she snarled.

She raised the ruler high and brought it down across my back.

A line of pure fire erupted across my skin. The silver inlay made it more than just a blow; it was torture. Another strike, and another. Each one sent a jolt of agony through me, the scent of my own burning flesh filling my nostrils.

Across the room, Vincent stood watching, his face impassive. But I saw it. I saw the veins standing out on his clenched fists. I saw the muscle jumping in his jaw. Through our damaged bond, I could feel a ghost of my pain echoing in him. The mate bond works both ways. My suffering was his.

And still, he did nothing. He stood and watched as his mate was beaten for a plan he had set in motion.

I coughed, a spray of blood and saliva hitting the polished floor. I raised my head, my hair plastered to my face with sweat, and met his eyes.

I gave him a bloody, broken smile.

"You will regret rejecting your Luna," I rasped, my voice weak but clear.

As the words left my lips, a new sound filled the air. A low, deep thrumming that grew rapidly louder. It was the sound of heavy rotors beating the air into submission.

WHUMP. WHUMP. WHUMP.

Everyone froze, looking towards the large windows.

Three military-grade helicopters hovered outside, their searchlights flooding the room with blinding white light. Ropes dropped from their open doors, and figures in black tactical gear descended with terrifying speed and precision.

The windows shattered inwards. Soldiers, armed and clad in the insignia of the Werewolf High Council, poured into the room, securing it in seconds.

Their leader, a stern-faced officer with silver streaks in his hair, strode directly to me. He ignored the Alpha, the bullies, everyone. He stopped before my kneeling form and dropped into a low, formal bow, an ancient wolf gesture of fealty.

"Luna Harper," he said, his voice booming with authority. "The Silvermoon Oath has been answered. The High Council Guard is at your command."

The entire room went dead silent. The power had just shifted.