Everybody knew Kayah was the pack runt. As the bastard daughter of the Alpha, she was subjected to constant bullying and torture led by no other than her own flesh and blood. They thought she would break eventually but they were wrong. Kayah was smart and special though she's not aware of it yet. She planned to escape the pack she called hell by attending the mating ball. She believed she'd meet her mate there and save her. The only problem was that she didn't have a gown, she needed it to be able to enter the mating ball venue. On the night she had to run an errand for her abusive mother, she stumbled upon two people talking nonsense and leaving a large expensive shopping bag. Just like a wish granted, she found a gown and a pair of shoes inside the bag. She thought no one would know her at the ball but she was damn wrong. Her identity was mixed up when she arrived at the Mate Choosing as the healer and got mated to the strongest wolf in history, The Rogue King. Kayah was mistaken for the wolf healer due to the gown she was wearing she found in the bag that the Rogue King specifically chose for his future mate. Now she struggles to be the mate of a ruthless king: a role she is unfamiliar with, while she secretly searches for the real wolf healer. How will she hide that she's an omega and not the healer from her mate? What will happen to her when the real wolf healer returns? Is she going to blow her cover away? There are so many unanswered questions but the only way to save herself is to escape and run away, how far can she go?
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A sigh escaped my mouth. Here we go again. Another torment of my life in the second level of hell for me. This place should be one of the safest for me but no. Just like home, this is also hell for me.
"Hey, did you hear the news?" I heard the murmurs of students while I was on my way to my class.
"The palace announced our mating ball," one member of my pack replied, obviously excited.
"Yeah, I heard that too. And this time, the Alpha Rogue decided to join. And you know, this will be the first time for them to join the coming-of-age ceremony after a long feud between us. Oh my gosh, I’m so excited. I heard most of the rogue males are freaking hot!” I heard a series of squealing after that.
“I wish one of them would be my mate. They are freaking hot!”
I didn't hear the rest of the conversation as I walked away from them, avoiding any female members of my pack.
Rogue wolves are said to be ancient. They were stronger and bigger than the Pack wolves. Years ago, rogues and pack wolves used to have war until peace talks among the leaders commenced. This will be the first time the Rogues will be joining us. It has been rumored that the pack king murdered the Princess’s omega mate just to be engaged with the Rogue King’s younger brother. Their mating will be held on the next full moon and that would be five months from now. Everyone suspected that the king did it for political purposes. The king knew that the rogue could easily kill us if they wanted to.
"Hey Kaya," one of our pack members, Karen, an omega like me, called my attention.
"What's up?" I asked her when I caught up with her.
"Our Alpha told me to tell every omega to be at the pack house before seven. We will have a guest from the palace. And he wanted us to prepare. He also told me that he wanted you to come."
Ugh, this too. Why should I go? He knew I’ll be taking good care of mom tonight.
"Okay. I’ll be there,” I said, smiling even though I don’t want to go.
"Okay. Be there. You know what will happen to you if you don’t come ."
"I know. Bye.”
Karen was the last pack member who looked at me and my mom and the most blessed among us omegas. Not only was she mated to our Beta, but she also had the most beautiful wolf in our pack despite the age gap. After being bullied for years, now she’s in a safe hand and protected and the bullies diverted their eyes on me.
Some jerk wolves would constantly bully and harass us omegas attending here led by my younger half-siblings, Bren and Blanche.
Once upon a time, I used to be Dad’s princess, the Alpha. The thing was, the Alpha had chosen my mom as a chosen mate for he didn’t believe in fate. Mom was the opposite. She was waiting for her mate at that time. Since the Alpha was the head of the pack, and mom was too afraid to be kicked out of the pack, she was forced to with the alpha, and boom, I was born.
At first, Dad was a loving father. He showered us with love and fancy things until his real mate arrived, a member of the neighboring pack, an Alpha’s daughter. To make my life short, Dad kicked Mom and me out and gave us a house far from the pack house. When my mom found her mate, she was rejected because of me.
Due to shame and humiliation, Mom retorted to alcohol. She would hurt me, lash out on me, and even almost kill me.
As for the new Luna, she hated me. Dad stopped caring for me because his love and attention were diverted to his real children.
I heaved a sigh.
I looked around and checked if my bullies were here. This must be my lucky day because no jerks around even the proprietor, and I got out of the university unscratched after class, and now I'm on my way to the pack house.
Around five in the afternoon, the food was already being cooked. At seven, the guest arrived. In the extravagant dining area of the pack house, the food was ready, and it only took a couple of minutes before the door opened and a strong presence of visitors entered the area to eat along with the Alpha family.
“As the King has ordered, every wolf that will turn eighteen and mateless needs to attend the mating ball. The king invited the Rogues to attend. Failure to attend will face a punishment.”
“Everyone?” the Luna asked before looking at me.
“Everyone,” the messenger said.
It didn’t take too long before the messenger left.
Along with the omegas, we immediately clean the table.
“Kayah, come to my office,” the luna said with a serious face.
Oh no, I smell trouble.
As I closed her office door, I was greeted by a back slap while my so-called father was watching.
“The likes of you are a shame to my pack. Don’t you try to go to the mating ball or you’ll regret it,” she said. “Nobody wants a wolfless like you, hell, be mated with you. There’s no one who would want the lowest omega for a mate. Moon Goddess has forsaken you!”
I rolled my eyes. I never really let myself be affected by her hurtful words.
“Luna, I clearly heard the royal messenger say that every one that is eighteen and mateless needs to attend. And I believe I’m qualified to be there,” I said.
“When I said, you can’t go, you can’t!”
“Amanda, stop it. Let her go,” my father said.
“You’re dotting her, William! What the hell is wrong with you?” she screamed at his husband.
“Did you hear the messenger? It’s mandatory. You can’t do anything about it. And besides I don’t want my pack to be punished just because you’re too insecure of Kayah. Goddess Amanda,” he said.
“This is all your fault! If you just waited for me and didn’t choose a damn chosen mate, I wouldn’t be so paranoid!”
“Amanda!”
“Can’t you see? This bitch already turned eighteen and yet she hasn't shifted yet! She is a shame to you and our pack.”
“Enough!” Dad’s voice boomed and it made the Luna shut her mouth.
Father looked at me, irritated.
“Get out!” He screamed.
I didn’t wait for another slap and got myself out.
That was too close.
Darkness took me the moment I saw him. My legs gave out. My vision blurred. The last thing I saw before everything faded was the silver flame in his eyes, Seven, and then… nothing.And then warmth. That was the first thing I felt.Not the biting cold of the forest, or the damp chill of night, but a slow, steady warmth that wrapped around me like a cocoon. I shifted, confused by the softness beneath meth, e velvet-like bed, the silk brushing against my arm.And then the scent, it hit me. Lavender. Oak. Something faintly metallic.It was familiar, too familiar.My eyes shot open. The room was dim, the windows covered by long, heavy curtains that danced in a soft breeze. A candle flickered beside the bed. The walls are stone, regal, and carved with intricate patterns. And the ceiling…My breath caught.I knew this place. I had been here before. Lived here for weeks and months, disguised behind someone else’s name. Someone else’s face. This was the castle where I had pretended to be Sabrin
I don’t remember when Amber slowed down.Only that, when I opened my eyes again, we were no longer crashing through the endless forest. The air was calmer, the scent of rot and blood faded into earth and pine.We’d stopped.I blinked, disoriented, my body sore and stiff. We were tucked between a jagged outcropping of stone and the thick roots of an ancient tree, a natural hollow, hidden from all sides unless you were practically standing on top of it. The brush above masked the space like a cocoon.A safe zone.Amber had shifted back, crouched nearby, her chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. She was breathing hard, drenched in sweat and rain, but she was watching the trees like a soldier on her last thread of strength. She heard me stir and turned her head. Her eyes softened when she saw I was awake.“We’re stopping here. Just for a bit,” she said, voice hoarse.I tried to sit up, groaning as my body protested. “Where... are we?”“Still deep in the forest,” she replied, handing
The rain didn’t let up. It fell in heavy sheets, soaking the forest in silence and steam. We followed the trail from the map for hours, pushing through underbrush and ducking under fallen trees, our legs aching, our bodies barely holding on.But we didn’t stop.We couldn’t.Amber glanced back every now and then, her hand never straying far from the blade strapped to her thigh. I didn’t need to ask. I felt it too. That pull. That invisible thread tugging at my spine, warning me that something was wrong. Again.By midday, we stopped near a thicket to catch our breath, our clothes clinging to our skin, breaths misting in the cold air.That’s when Amber stiffened.She didn’t say a word. She just turned slowly toward the northeast, toward the path behind us. I followed her gaze.Nothing. Just trees and fog. And then I smelled it. Rot. Wet fur. Blood.My throat tightened.“No,” I whispered.“It’s them,” Amber said, her voice sharp with disbelief. “How? We’ve been running for days. We masked o
A soft hand shook my shoulder.“Kayah.” Amber’s voice was low, but urgent. “Wake up. They’re gone.”I blinked hard, my brain slow to catch up. The dampness of the soil, the cold seeping into my bones, the overwhelming stench, it all came rushing back.“Gone?” I croaked.Amber nodded. “They stayed a while. Sniffed around. I thought we were dead for sure. But they gave up. Probably confused by the rot or lost our scent.”She offered her hand. I took it, groaning as I pulled myself from the shallow grave.“We need to move,” she said. “Opposite direction. If they circle back, we can’t be here.”We didn’t waste time. We shifted, our tired bones snapping back into fur and muscle, and we ran. Slower than before, sore and sluggish, but we moved. The trees blurred past in streaks of green and brown, the world quieter now. Still dangerous. Still hunted. But quiet.After an hour or two, the forest thinned, and we found it, a river. The sound of rushing water was the sweetest thing I’d heard in
No man’s land stretched wide and endless before us, untamed forest, broken earth, and shadows that whispered of the past. It was wild, yes, but free.We moved cautiously for two days, always in silence. Always watching. No patrols. No signs of trackers. Just trees and wind and the echo of our own breath.And for a brief, foolish moment, I let myself believe we’d made it. That maybe Axel hadn’t noticed. That maybe, just maybe… he didn’t care. But that night shattered the illusion.We’d made a tiny camp, just enough to rest and eat. Amber built a small fire, careful to shield it with rocks and branches. It barely flickered, barely glowed. Still… it was too much.The growl ripped through the forest like thunder. Low. Deep. Wrong. My blood turned to ice. Amber froze mid-bite. Her eyes met mine. We knew that sound.Ferals.Not rogue. Not Alpha.Ferals.An abomination of wolf and rage and madness. Creatures so far gone even the moon goddess had turned her back on them. Axel’s personal dogs.
I didn’t take clothes. Just stuffed everything into a plain black backpack. Something I could throw over my shoulder and run with. Clothes didn’t matter. Freedom did.I hid the bag in a loose panel behind the dresser in my room, then cleaned everything. Every step. Every breath. Every fingerprint.By the time night fell, I almost let myself believe this might work.Until I heard the door. I froze.The scent hit first, his scent. Axel. No. No no no..He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not yet. Not tonight. I shoved the panel back into place, threw myself onto the bed, and forced my body to go limp just as the door opened. He stepped in slowly, the weight of exhaustion dragging at his frame. His shirt was dirty, blood-streaked. His hair matted from sweat. He looked like he’d been through hell. But all I felt was fear.He looked at me.I smiled. Soft. Tender. Practiced.“You’re back,” I said gently, rising to my feet. “I was worried.”His eyes softened just a little. “You stayed up?”“I always
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