Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run
"You taste of another wolf's territory, Draven. Wash his scent from your skin, or do not dare demand my submission tonight."
For three agonizing winters, omega wolf Lardon Vexley played the flawless, hidden lodge master to the brutal Alpha-Prime, Draven Calder. He endured the pack's cruelty, silenced his own roar, and sacrificed his elite status as a Skyfang Rift Engineering scholar—all to secure a secret mating bond with a beast who treats him like a glorified kennel keeper. But when Draven ignites the sacred crest flares for his high-born lover, Mireya Duskrell, Lardon realizes his silent devotion has earned him nothing but a broken pack-vow and a terminal case of silver-rot eating through his ribs.
With his remaining moons numbered, Lardon chooses to reclaim his wild instincts. He signs the dissolution scrolls, strips off his collar, and walks into the cold wilderness to resurrect his buried dreams at Nighthowl Systems, guided by his former childhood protector turned powerful rogue, Aziel Crowbane.
But an Alpha-Prime does not surrender his property so easily. When Draven tracks his runaway mate down to a dark, secluded den, the confrontation burns with years of unspoken, toxic fixation.
"You think a piece of signed parchment severs what is etched into your bones, Lardon?" Draven growled, his powerful claws pinning the omega against the rough stone wall, his tongue forcefully tracing the sensitive, throbbing skin of Lardon's unbitten neck. "Scream your defiance all you want, but your wolf still slicks the furs the moment my shadows wrap around your thighs. Let me feel how desperate you are to be ruined by my fangs again."
Will Lardon survive the lethal decay in his bloodline, or will the predatory obsession of two dominant Alphas tear his world to shreds?
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Chapter: 160LARDON VEXLEY POVLord Magnus Thornvale’s golden eyes widened with genuine surprise as his heavy, claw-tipped hand rested on his carved throne, giving me a careful, evaluating once-over. "Impressive, Master Vexley. So young, and already carving such a lethal name for yourself across the seven territories."The old Supreme Warlord could not help thinking I was no ordinary tactical officer—after all, a fierce high Alpha like Orion Blackthorn would not pay such unyielding reverence to just anyone.Across from him, Lord Raleigh Warwick turned my way as well, his eyes scanning my slate battle armor with mounting, sharp approval. "You know, Master Vexley, you carry quite the formidable presence—striking military composure and real poise. Are you and young Blackthorn bound together, by any chance?"Though well into his eighties, Raleigh’s booming voice carried with the raw, terrifying power of a prime Alpha. His question echoed loud enough for the nearby Warlords to catch every word, earning
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Chapter: 159"Consider it a favor repaid," Lucien Mordane murmured, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an unreadable weight as he stepped back into the shadows of the feast hall.I did not think I was close enough to Lucien to linger any longer in his presence. Once we cleared up the tactical terms, I gave a polite, stiff nod and turned on my heavy boot heel, walking away into the vast stone corridors.Lucien watched my retreating figure for a long moment, the absolute decisiveness of my stride leaving him with a complex, unreadable expression as his gaze drifted across the crowded room toward Mireya Duskrell.The ancestral stronghold of the Thornvale Pack was massive, its towering arched hallways stretching into the black heart of the mountain.With minutes to spare before the formal summit, I wandered through the outer gallery, but a sudden, violent chill crept into my hands and clawed feet, leaving my core feeling deeply unwell. My wolf stirred weakly beneath my ribs, whining in reaction to t
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Chapter: 158LARDON VEXLEY POV"He has always carried a high opinion of Master Vexley's tactical genius," Lord Ableson rumbled, his voice cutting cleanly through the murmur of the grand feast hall. "In the two border skirmishes where I observed his command, his military strategy genuinely blew me away. As this room turns to taunt him, I see zero reason why a warrior of his rank should be subjected to idle court gossip."Lord Ableson had thought Orion Greyclaw was merely making a dark joke earlier when he mentioned my marital status. How could a high strategist as extraordinary as Lardon Vexley end up bound to a Sovereign Alpha who treated him like a shadow?With Lord Ableson's heavy endorsement, the thick tension across the stone tables shifted violently.Tavros Kane’s left eyelid twitched hard; he shot an immediate, sharp glance at Draven Calder. How in the hell did Lord Ableson know that Lardon was legally bound?Even Lucien Mordane slammed his silver goblet down, his dark brows pulling into a d
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Chapter: 157LARDON VEXLEY POV"Draven Calder brought Mireya Duskrell on his arm to the Grand Council Feast!"Orion Greyclaw's golden wolf eyes flashed with a lethal, amber fury as his broad chest heaved against his dark slate battle tunic. "So from the very beginning, when he demanded you present yourself at Lord Thornvale's ancestral feast, he had already intended to parade Mireya as his primary consort before the elders! If I had not offered to escort you as my chief strategist, you would be standing in the middle of the Great Sovereign Hall entirely unbacked. If any Warlord asked whose flag you were under, you wouldn't even be able to claim a pack!"Every wolf in this grand stone courtyard was a warrior of severe importance—the true Alpha bloodlines and military minds of the seven territories.And Draven’s chosen escort? Mireya.With our formal severance contract sitting unsealed before the High Elders, I would have been stripped of all rank, forced to watch Draven stand before the council wit
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Chapter: 156Orion drummed his clawed fingers against the oak table, his golden eyes fixing directly on mine. "Here is how we execute this, Lardon: you walk into that grand hall as my primary war strategist and high guest. That way, your presence is established, but it has zero connection to Draven Calder. Furthermore, half the High Command warlords will be present—it is a prime opportunity for Nighthowl Systems to secure new border defense contracts. We keep our eyes on actual territory power."I weighed his words carefully. From the perspective of Nighthowl Systems, it was a brilliant tactical maneuver. If Draven was the only path into the hall, I would have found a way to refuse the summons entirely. But going alongside Orion transformed a personal trap into a massive political victory for our faction.As for whatever game Draven Calder was trying to play... that was his own cross to bear.I did not care in the slightest.It was his problem.After all, Lord Thornvale’s birth-moon feast was no o
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Chapter: 155LARDON VEXLEY POVDraven Calder finally pulled a thin dried stem of blue mountain root from his belt and ignited it with a spark of lightning magic.Tavros Kane rubbed his clawed chin, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling whisper. "You are not seriously planning to march Lardon into Lord Thornvale’s birth-moon feast, are you? That high hall will be packed with every Warlord and Clan Chief across the seven territories. Walking in beside him is the same as declaring him the absolute Sovereign Luna of the Calder Dominion. If you ask my opinion..."He shot Draven a suspicious look, his wolf eyes glinting under the torchlight. "Lardon would leap at the chance to claim his rightful throne beside you in front of the entire High Council. Is that not what every unbonded mate wants? I bet my entire pack yield that when the horn blows, you will not even need to send a rider for him. He will show up at your gates waiting to walk at your shoulder." Tavros let out a harsh grunt, speaking from de
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Too Human for My Mate, Perfect for the Rival Alpha
"Why do you still wear that cheap silver band, human? You know I only love Brielle."
Those are the freezing words of my mate, Alpha Grayson Ashbourne. I am Rowan Everly, a born-human, plus-size designer struggling to survive in a modern werewolf world that despises my size and my bloodline. For two agonizing years, I have endured the Pack Courtiers' cruel whispers and watched my husband parade his she-wolf mistresses across the Ashbourne Alpha Holdings. I am drowning in a storm of pack politics, rejected and broken on my own birthday.
But everything changes the moment the elevator thuds at the Pack Dominion Hall.
"I heard you are a married woman, Miss Everly. Is that true?"
Enter Alpha Declan Hawthorne—the terrifying, breathtaking ruler of the Hawthorne Mooncrest Dominion. He is an icy king wolf who allows no one near him, yet a single accidental stumble leaves my lipstick stained on his white shirt like a blooming rose. While my husband pushes me away into the dirt, this dangerous rival Alpha begins to shadow my every move, taking personal command of the Silver Creek Pack Territory project just to bring me into his Alpha Command Chamber.
As secrets unravel through sharp confrontations and intense encounters, the ultimate question echoes through the territory: Can a rejected human girl break her toxic bonds and discover what happens when a true, powerful Alpha decides to claim her?
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Chapter: 72"Get your scentless human hands off him, Rowan, or I will let my wolf rip your throat out right here," Genevieve Dawson sneers, stepping forward with her claws partially extended.I freeze, my hands hovering over the handles of the target crossbow on the Black Fang Lodge practice green. The humiliation from the Ashbourne Alpha Citadel still burns fresh in my chest, but the sudden, suffocating pressure of an angry wolf scent makes my human heart slam against my ribs."Back down, Genevieve," Declan Hawthorne growls, his low voice vibrating with pure Alpha authority.Without moving an inch away from me, Declan wraps his heavy, warm arm around my waist, pulling my soft hips flush against his broad, rock-hard torso. The heat radiating off his body floods my senses, instantly drowning out Genevieve’s hostile scent with the rich, soothing aroma of crushed pine and ozone.Genevieve’s amber wolf eyes flare with fury as she looks at Elder Dawson, who stands nearby with a dark, sour expression.
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Chapter: 71"I never stole your design codes, Grayson! I will never admit to a crime I didn't commit! Never!"My raw voice shatters the tense air of the High Council Hall. The thick white bandage on my forehead throbs in sync with my racing pulse, but I force my chin up, refusing to let them see me break. I am human, plus-size, and bruised, but I am not a thief.Without waiting for his response, I spin on my heel and march toward the private elevator.The heavy doors chime open with a crisp ding, and Evelyn Wren steps out, her sleek silk dress rustling as she rushes forward. I slide past her into the cabin and slam my palm against the door-close button before she can even read the blood on my face. The polished steel panels seal tight, descending rapidly toward the lower levels of the Ashbourne Alpha Citadel.Back in the High Council Hall, Victoria Ashbourne's sharp voice carries straight down the open shaft. "What is she doing here?!"A loud, brutal crack of skin against skin echoes through the
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Chapter: 70He was a mountain of a man, clad in a immaculate dark tailored suit that barely contained his lethal, muscular frame. His obsidian eyes swept across the room like a predator scanning a field of sheep, freezing every wolf in their tracks. Behind him marched two elite shadow guards, their dark leather coats sweeping against the floor.Declan didn't glance at Victoria, nor at the trembling elders, nor at Grayson. His eyes locked directly onto my pale face, tracking the dark purple bruise on my jaw and the white bandage on my forehead. A dark, terrifying fire lit up deep within his eyes."What is the meaning of this intrusion, High Alpha Hawthorne?" Grayson demanded, stepping forward to shield Evelyn, though his own wolf was visibly tense, his shoulders rigid with defensive posturing. "This is an internal Ashbourne Pack matter!"Declan ignored him completely. He strolled across the marble floor with slow, deliberate grace, stopping right in front of me.Without asking for permission, Decl
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Chapter: 69"You stole our confidential pack trade agreements and handed them straight to High Alpha Declan Hawthorne, didn't you, Rowan?" Grayson Ashbourne's voice slammed through the High Council Hall like an enraged beast's roar, his golden Alpha eyes flashing with lethal fury.I stood frozen beside the marble conference table, my plus-size frame trembling inside my oversized jacket. My hand instinctively touched the thick white bandage wrapped around my head. The raw, open cut beneath it throbbed violently, a brutal reminder of the rogue shift workers who had dragged me into a gravel pit at Silver Creek just twelve hours ago."Look at me when I speak to you!" Grayson growled, stepping into my personal space. The overwhelming pressure of his Alpha aura slammed against my chest, making my human lungs burn for oxygen."I didn't steal anything, Grayson," I rasped, my throat raw from hours of screaming for help in that dark cellar. "I went into your Alpha Command Chamber on Monday to find you. Tha
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Chapter: 68The heavy iron gate of the pack holding facility slammed shut behind us, the echoing clang cutting through the hum of tactical police sirens. Out on the gravel driveway, dozens of rogue shift workers were forced to their knees, their hands zip-tied tightly behind their backs by armed human officers and pack enforcers."High Alpha Hawthorne, wait!" Officer Holden Mercer called out, hurrying over with a clipboard in his hands, his eyes darting nervously toward my battered body. "Rowan Everly needs to be transported to the central precinct. She is the lead structural engineer on record, and we require her formal statement on the riot—""You will take the secondary witness," Declan growled, his voice dropping into an icy, primal register that made the air itself feel heavy.Holden froze mid-step, swallowing hard. "Of course. That... that will suffice."Garrett Sterling stepped forward, instantly shedding his heavy tactical jacket to drape it over my shaking shoulders. But before the fabri
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Chapter: 67The moment those rogue shift workers turned their yellow, glowing eyes toward me, I knew I had walked straight into a trap. Four massive, half-shifted male wolves broke from the crowd, their heavy paws thumping against the dirt as they surged forward and cut off my only escape route back to my car. Panic slammed into my chest like a physical weight, making my lungs ache as I backed up right into another wall of muscle.Before I could turn, a rough hand shoved Piper forward. She stumbled against me, her body trembling so violently I could feel her rapid, shallow heartbeat through her thin tunic."Miss Everly!" Piper sobbed, burying her face into my shoulder as her small frame shook with terrified gasps. "I was so scared... they were talking about... about breaking our bones..."She was just an unshifted human pup, barely out of the academy, completely defenseless against rogue pack enforcers. I swallowed the bitter metallic taste of fear coating my tongue, wrapping one arm tightly arou
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The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth
"Your wolf is a feral monster, Vickon," I whisper against his neck, my fingers tracing the jagged silver scars marking his chest. "But his teeth belong to me now."
"Then finish the bond, Zafira," he rumbles, a dangerous, low growl vibrating against my bare collarbone as his heavy hands grip my hips, pulling me flush against his solid frame. "Sink your fangs into my throat and claim your sovereignty. Let the whole dominion watch you take what is yours."
In my first life, I was a blind, naive omega who believed the venomous lies of my pack-sister. I fled the sacred marriage alliance, rejected my true-mate signs, and watched the sovereign of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion bleed out in the snow to save my worthless life. Stranded in the wastes, I was brutally scarred and slaughtered by the very rogues I trusted.
But the ancestors weren't finished with me.
Reborn into the past, I wake up on the exact day of my binding transport with my memories completely intact and my inner wolf roaring for vengeance. I will not flee this time. I will crawl straight into the sovereign's den, wrap myself in his scent, and protect the terrifying, silver-poisoned True Alpha that the rest of the world fears.
Let the corrupt elders plot, let the rogues test our borders, and let my traitorous family beg for mercy. They think I am a weak piece of currency to be traded, but I am here to claim my position as Lady Blackwynd. Vickon Blackwynd is the apex predator of the North—and this time, I am staying by his side until the pack burns.
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Chapter: C147"High Alpha Vickon Blackwynd?!" Sorelle Mistfang gasped, trembling in sheer shock as she stared at the doorway, her breath catching in her throat.Vickon didn't grant her even a passing glance. His crimson, predatory eyes locked straight onto me as I sat in my wooden wheelchair. His voice was gravelly, carrying the absolute weight of a Pack King that demanded unquestioning obedience. "Do whatever your wolf desires, Zafira. You are Lady Blackwynd of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion. You bow to no one's judgment in these lands.""Vickon!" Elder Vaenya slammed her silver-headed cane against the stone floor, her ancient Alpha aura flaring with righteous indignation. "You dare encourage such insolence?!"Unmoved by his grandmother's fury, Vickon replied coldly, "When a member of this pack breaks blood-law, they pay the price. That is the foundational rule of the Dominion." He shifted his heavy, dark gaze down to me. "Proceed, my Luna."A sharp, satisfying smirk curled the edges of my lips.Hav
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Chapter: C146Trying to play the tragic victim in front of a ruthless Alpha king? Is this old female out of her mind?I lean back into the bear-furs of my chair, my uninjured foot swinging lazily in the air as I look up at my mate's harsh, stunning profile. With Vickon standing over me, his scent marking every inch of my skin, there is nothing in this territory that can harm me.Elder Vaenya recoils as if struck. "Vickon! You—how dare you dismiss the blood of your war-heroes?!""However, Grandmother, you are correct about one detail," Vickon continues, his deep voice carrying over the silent warriors. "This disturbance requires an absolute resolution. Certain strays inside this keep need to be reminded of their place in the hierarchy."Vaenya’s stern face relaxes slightly, a faint gleam of relief entering her eyes as she assumes her authority has forced him to compromise.Until Vickon adds, his red eyes burning with ruthless finality: "Therefore, the sentence for Elira and Sorelle—whether they are
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Chapter: C145"What do you have to say for yourself?!" Elder Vaenya's Alpha aura flares with violent, oppressive heat, filling the Great Hall of Rosewood Manor until the oak roof beams groan under the pressure.Fiona flinches violently beside my wheelchair, her body trembling from the raw dominance vibrating through the air.Didn't the Grand Elder usually dote on me as the prospective Luna of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion?I am not the least bit surprised. A dull, bitter ache pulls at my heart, but I have known from the moment I entered this pack that Vaenya’s favor was built on political utility, not affection.My gaze shifts to Elira Stormveil, lingering on her dramatic, trembling posture and the pristine white linen tied over her forehead. Inside my chest, my wolf lets out a dark, mocking snarl.A tiny scrape, and she plays the dying martyr for the court?Now the full puzzle locks into place. Elira’s dramatic display outside the Silverfang Healing Hall wasn't an act of desperation—it was a calcula
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Chapter: C144"If you think the law of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion is too soft, speak to me directly!" Vickon’s rumble freezes the courtyard, dark, lethal pressure pinning every warrior to the floorboards.Elira’s blood-caked forehead twitches against the cold stone as she shivers, completely undone.Before she can spin another lie, Vickon swoops down, scooping me out of my wooden wheelchair into his iron-armored chest, striding toward the war-carriage in massive, brutal steps.I rest my face against his neck fur, my claws curling softly into his leather vest as my uninjured leg swings over his forearm. Looking back over his broad shoulder, I catch Elira picking herself up off the stone steps. Her trembling tears are gone. A dark, triumphant smirk plays across her bloody lips as she wipes her forehead with a sleeve.She didn't come to win her daughter back. She came to draw blood in front of the pack, setting a trap.My wolf growls low in my chest, suspicion flaring hot and fast.Inside the carriag
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Chapter: C143"Get her filthy, betraying hands off my iron-plated boots before I rip her throat out!" I snarl, my inner wolf thrashing madly against my ribcage, her dark, predatory instinct howling for blood.The crowd of pack members outside the Silverfang Healing Hall instantly gasps, pulling back in collective shock as my voice echoes across the cobblestone courtyard."What in the Goddess's name is happening?" a warrior from the shadow guard mutters, his hand resting on the hilt of his moon-blade. "Why is the head servant of the inner keep groveling like a rogue?""Look at her forehead—she's bleeding onto the holy stone!" a she-wolf from the lower ranks whispers, eyes wide with horror. "Why is Lady Blackwynd sitting there like an executioner on a throne?"I lean back against the bear-pelt lining of my heavy wooden wheelchair, a cold, vicious smile curling my lips.Elira Stormveil thinks she can use the public gaze of the territory to force my hand. She thinks if she plays the pathetic, abused ol
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Chapter: C142"You expect me to spare a treacherous snake who tried to break my bones?" My voice cut through the damp evening air like a silver blade, my inner wolf snarling beneath my ribcage.I gripped the carved iron handles of the heavy wooden wheelchair, staring down at Elira Stormveil as she dropped to her knees on the stone steps of the Silverfang Healing Hall.Beyond the grand archway, the scent of crushed pine and wet earth hung heavy over the outer courtyard where Lyessa, Mirelle, and my pack sisters were still gathered. They stood frozen near the carved boundary pillars, whispering frantically among themselves."Did you see how the high councilors bowed to him?" Mirelle whispered, her voice carrying across the night breeze. "They didn't just call him a lord. They called him High Alpha Blackwynd!""I told you," Lyessa breathed, her hands clenching into her cloak. "Zafira isn't just a stray warrior from the border camps. She is the true-born Luna of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion. If Sorelle
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