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.

Chloe POV

I locked myself inside the handicap stall of the office restroom.

My breathing was ragged, and my skin felt like it was on fire.

Resisting an Alpha's Command as an Omega was like trying to stop a moving freight train with bare hands.

My bones ached with a dull, throbbing pressure.

It was the pre-Shift stress reaction.

In our world, a werewolf's first Shift happens at eighteen, a brutal process where human bones break and reform into a wolf.

I was twenty-four, and because of my rare White Wolf bloodline, my wolf had remained dormant, making my body highly unstable under stress.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket.

Lilian's name flashed on the screen again.

I answered it, leaning my burning forehead against the cool tile wall.

"How did you know about the blood match?" Lilian's voice was sharp, stripped of all her motherly warmth.

I took a deep breath, forcing my racing heart to slow down.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" I asked, keeping my tone perfectly calm.

"It is your duty to the Pack family!" Lilian shouted, her voice echoing through the speaker. "Alpha Julian is offering us a place of honor!"

"He offered you money," I corrected her coldly. "You sold my medical reports to the Silver Moon Pack. You sold my hidden White Wolf gene for a payout."

There was a dead silence on the other end of the line.

Then, Lilian's tone shifted dramatically.

Her voice began to tremble, adopting the weak, pitiful pitch of a helpless Omega.

"Chloe, please," she sobbed. "I just sent you a photo. Look at it."

My phone chimed with a message notification.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and opened the text.

It was a picture of Jada, Julian's younger sister, lying in a sterile Pack hospital bed.

Her skin was paper-white, and dark, unnatural bruises covered her arms.

"She is dying, Chloe," Lilian cried. "Just go to the hospital and give them a little blood. It won't hurt you."

Anger flared in my chest, hot and violent.

"Last time you said this too," I snapped, the memories of the surgical table flashing in my mind. "And it killed me."

My thumb hovered over the red decline icon, the screen's light illuminating its trembling tip. After a two-second pause, I pressed down hard, severing the nauseating sound of her manufactured sobs.

I walked over to the sinks and splashed freezing water on my face.

When I looked up at the mirror, my reflection made me gasp.

For a fraction of a second, my human brown eyes flashed a brilliant, glowing gold.

The mark of the White Wolf.

In my past life, I had never seen my eyes glow. My wolf had remained buried so deep I thought she was a myth. But now, fueled by rage and the unshakeable will to survive, she was clawing her way to the surface. And she was furious.

By three in the afternoon, I was back at my desk, typing up a data report.

Quinn rolled her chair over to my cubicle, looking annoyed.

"Hey," she whispered. "There is a woman downstairs causing a huge scene. She is crying and telling the security guards she is your mother."

I stopped typing.

"My mother died nineteen years ago," I said flatly.

Quinn's eyebrows shot up, realizing the woman was an imposter.

I stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the street.

Down on the pavement, Lilian was putting on a masterclass performance.

She wore no makeup, her clothes looked slightly worn, and she was wiping away continuous tears.

She was releasing weak, sorrowful Omega pheromones into the air.

Humans could not smell the pheromones, but the emotional frequency made them naturally sympathetic to her.

A small crowd of human office workers had already gathered around her, looking up at our building with judging eyes.

"Stay here and keep an eye on her," I told Quinn.

I grabbed my coat and made for the freight elevator at the rear of the floor. The moment its groaning doors opened onto the basement loading dock, I slipped out behind a departing delivery truck. Keeping my collar pulled high to obscure my face, I melted into the midday foot traffic and ducked into a convenience store across the street.

I hid behind a display of potato chips, watching Lilian through the glass window.

After about twenty minutes, the crowd of humans dispersed.

Lilian immediately stopped crying.

She pulled out her phone, dialed a number, and a greedy, satisfied smile spread across her face.

Ten minutes later, the familiar black SUV pulled up to the curb.

Alpha Julian stepped out, his face an emotionless mask.

Lilian hurried over to him, her posture submissive but her eyes shining with greed.

Julian reached into his designer jacket and pulled out a thick brown envelope.

He handed it to Lilian.

The envelope was partially unsealed, and I could clearly see the stacks of human cash and the faint, glowing edges of high-grade moon crystals.

Moon crystals were the currency of the werewolf elite, used to enhance strength and status.

I pulled out my phone and recorded the entire transaction, zooming in on their faces and the money.

Lilian shoved the envelope into her purse, bowing her head in thanks.

Julian got back into his car and drove away.

I waited until Lilian walked down the street before I returned to the office.

When I sat back down at my desk, my blood ran cold.

I reached into my tote bag for my notebook, and my fingers brushed against a thick, unfamiliar paper. A brown envelope had been slipped inside my bag while I was gone.

It was identical to the one Julian had just given Lilian.

I opened it carefully.

Inside was a detailed medical report of Jada's failing blood levels.

Attached to the report was a small, handwritten note.

The paper radiated the heavy, suffocating scent of an angry Alpha.

If you do not come, her death is on your head.

I stared at the note, and for the first time since my rebirth, a cold, genuine fear prickled down my spine. They had gotten close enough to slip this into my bag. Close enough to touch my things while I thought I was the one watching them. Julian was not just a manipulator-he was a hunter. And he had just sent me a message: I can reach you anywhere.

Chloe POV

The human receptionist approached my desk, looking uncomfortable.

"Chloe," she said, lowering her voice. "There are some people waiting for you in Conference Room B. They said it's a family emergency."

I thanked her and walked down the carpeted hallway.

I pushed the heavy glass door open and stepped inside.

Sitting at the long mahoga