Rising of a feeble mate
Ryanna Snow, the weakest omega of the Moonskin Pack, faces intimidation and abuse all her life from the pack and gets abandoned by those who should have protected her. Turning eighteen, she was rejected in front of the entire pack by her fated mate, Alpha Aurelius Marx - the ruthless, and selfish leader who despises weakness.
Ryanna fled to the wilderness where she almost lost her life but an exiled elder wolf, Tyrion came to her rescue. He reveals a shocking truth: she is the last descendant of a lost royal bloodline - one that holds the key to overthrowing the corrupted alpha rule. But there’s one more secret - she carries Aurelius’s heir.
A stronger, and courageous Ryanna returns to the Moonskin pack as a leader of her rogue faction. She has a single goal: reclaim her rightful place and protect her child from the pack that once abandoned her.
As a war brews between packs, Ryanna must choose to embrace the power she was born for or risk losing everything to the mate who once destroyed her.
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Chapter: Chapter 94{Ryanna’s POV}They said the end of the war would bring silence.But no one warned me how loud it would be.The screams had faded, the fires smothered, the clash of bodies and snapping bones replaced by the soft, unbroken hush of snow beneath boots and paws.Speaking of the snow, it fell at the end of the war. And everyone watched the flakes drop from the heavens like they had been waiting for a victor to emerge.Despite all that, I could still hear everything. The silence due to the mourning, the silence from the lack of battle…Everyone had enough time to mourn, if only for a moment.The snow no longer bent with the weight of bodies. The snow was no longer slick with blood.But the memory of it all never left us. And I had a feeling it would never do so. Just like I told Nyra, we would only learn to accept it and move on.We returned to the heart of the Snow Pack a few days after Aurelius’s fall. Not the battlefield, not the outskirts, but the old village. The parts untouched by wa
Last Updated: 2025-09-16
Chapter: Chapter 93{Ryanna’s POV}He handed me a tonic just as the words left my lips.“I know you don't plan to fight in that condition, right?”I took it and gulped what I could. I wasn’t expecting much, knowing fully well the Cyclis Bloom was long exhausted, but every boost helped. Clarity flowed through me like a welcomed guest.The first thing I noticed was Casper's hair. Something I didn’t pay attention to because of how fast he came in… Heck, his arm even dangled weakly from its socket due to the impact. But he popped it back in effortlessly.That said, his hair was… white. Not naturally, not from age. It was dyed. A crude job, but deliberate. Still damp at the ends from whatever tonic he’d used.Casper stood with me on the field, silver-white locks like a mirror to mine.A final rejection of Aurelius.He didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t need to.“Nice look,” I muttered. Almost stunned.“Had some pretty good inspiration.” He said before transforming. That was all the time we had for pleas
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Chapter: Chapter 92{Ryanna’s POV}So this was it.After all the years of fleeing, of being beaten near death, of clawing back, of burying names and faces I could never truly afford to mourn. After over a decade of running, chasing, and surviving. I stood before the monster who started it all.Face to face with the enabler of the system that made my reality such a hell.“Aurelius Marx.” I breathed.He was larger than I would've imagined possible. Towering in his wolf form, he looked like he was sculpted from some nightmare. And that nightmare had a name… Moongrave.His fur flowed like ink, his muscles taut with fury, his crimson eyes seemed to glow with the blood of every life he had taken. His very presence felt repulsive and impossibly domineering.Compelling… no. Forcing everyone around to bow their heads in complete and bitter surrender… fear… reverence.He was the Alpha behind the myths. The terror behind the name.The very one whose blood I would taste at last.I met his lunge in kind.Our bodies c
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Chapter: Chapter 91{Ryanna’s POV}The field erupted into unrestrained chaos.It began with one howl — Nyra’s. Sharp. Unrelenting. Then mine followed, carrying the weight of every war cry that had ever been choked back. Together, they cracked the air without regard for how wild it could've sounded.The fighting followed shortly after.Wolves lunged across the frostbitten dirt, meeting Aurelius’s army with fang and claw. There was no formality. No positioning. Only chaos.What else was supposed to happen when a couple of thousand wolves faced off against tens of thousands?I saw a Hollowfang warrior leap over a burning tent, his jaws snapping a soldier’s throat mid-air. Blood sprayed in an arc as they fell together.To my left, Adolph tackled a beast twice his size. They rolled through crushed snow and ash, teeth flashing, claws raking fur. He didn’t stop even when the thing stopped breathing. He just kept going, shredding flesh like he wanted to erase it from existence.Screams filled the cold.A young w
Last Updated: 2025-09-16
Chapter: Chapter 90{Ryanna’s POV}The howl that marked our return didn’t rise.Too many throats were hoarse from mourning.Nyra and I approached the pack slowly on horseback. What was once a quiet expanse of land had transformed, rows of tents stretched out like markings across the white of snow. Fires crackled low in shielded circles. Wolves moved in silence, some limping, others bandaged, all watching for shadows that hadn’t yet come but could strike at any moment.The air of death was especially thick due to the cold winds.For some reason, no one ever saw the snow fall during the war, yet the soil was always densely covered by it.Nyra exhaled through her nose. “There are more than I expected.”I nodded. “Every able-bodied wolf we called has come.”Her brow tightened. “That’s good. But…”“But it means supplies won’t stretch,” I finished for her.She turned toward me, face unreadable. “We’re already sharing cloaks. Half the warriors haven’t eaten in two days. If this lasts more than a couple of battl
Last Updated: 2025-09-14
Chapter: Chapter 89{Ryanna’s POV}White linen blanketed the field like a second snowfall.Some bodies were whole. Others had been gathered together with whatever dignity trembling hands could manage. All of them were still. Quiet. Blood soaked through the cloth in too many places to count.At some point, the white cloth was an equal part red as it was white.I didn’t cry.There were no tears left in me.Not after the number of cubs I counted amongst the dead. Especially one whose linen the wind blew aside when I passed. The boy’s face was frozen in something that looked too much like confusion to be fear.I tore my eyes away, covering the cloth again.His face would forever be burned into my mind… “Or would it?” I wondered.I could already see myself losing touch with my ability to feel after seeing so much death. I wondered about the cubs that had to grow up in such environments. The parents who lost their sons and daughters… the children who lost their mothers and fathers. Their siblings. All for a w
Last Updated: 2025-09-14
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