All Chapters of Where My Scent No Longer Belongs: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I came back to life.The first thing I did was sever the Mate Bond with Alpha Asher.At his coronation.In front of thousands.Last lifetime, he publicly accused me of impersonating his mate in front of everyone, saying I didn't carry a Mate's sweetness but reeked of Wolfsbane that made him sick.For Elena, his first love, he sent me to the black market where they stripped away my wolf. Without my wolf, I died in a rogue attack shortly after.This lifetime, when he furrows his brow and tells me to get out of his sight, I don't shed a single tear. I just turn and leave.He says my existence makes Elena unhappy, so I move to the border cottage.He says he doesn't want to live in the same Pack with me, so I submit my transfer application.I thrive in the neighboring Pack and meet a powerful wolf with a hidden identity.When we appear hand-in-hand at the Northern Alliance Summit, Alpha Asher loses control.He catches my scent,another male's mark on my skin,and his sanity shatters.He block

"Rhea, you're asking for death!"Alpha Asher's reaction is violent. His wolf aura explodes. He shoves me with even greater force.My head slams into the stair railing. Pain explodes, vision swimming.I hear Asher's furious shout,that distinctive Alpha roar."Rhea, you're addicted to bullying people?!""Being around a vicious Omega like you makes the whole Pack house reek. You disgust me!"I hold the wall, stand slowly, try to stop his increasingly vicious words."I'll move out. Right now. Don't worry.""You better mean it."Alpha Asher's anger lodges in his throat, like he didn't expect me to agree so readily.He glares at me, then scoops Elena up and walks away, cradling her like some priceless treasure.I touch the sticky warmth at the back of my head. It's blood,red, fresh blood. Not Wolfsbane juice.Back when things between Alpha Asher and me weren't this bad, when we learned we were fated Mates, when we knew we'd bond eventually,I always clung to him.He was rebellious. Snuck into

"Alpha Asher, I've put up with your shit long enough."The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. Raw. Final.Alpha Asher freezes mid-breath, hand flying to his cheek. His eyes go wide, disbelief carved into every line of his face. As an Alpha, he's never been struck before. Certainly not by an Omega. Certainly not by me.I shake out my hand. Stinging spreads across my palm, the recoil making my fingers tingle and throb. Worth it. Every second of pain is worth the shock stamped across his perfect face.The two elders stand frozen in the doorway, expressions unreadable. I turn to them, nod once. A final goodbye to the only parents I've ever known.My voice comes out steady. "That silver knife has no fingerprints of mine. No scent of mine. If you don't believe me, call a Pack witch. Have them verify every claim Elena's made."I don't wait for their reaction. Don't pause to see if they'll defend me this time, after all the times they didn't. I step past Elena,who's clutching her ban

The calls from the former Alpha and Luna start the next day.They reach out through official Pack channels. Through mutual connections. Through every method available to them.The two elders ask if I want to come back. Their voices heavy with guilt, thick with unspoken apologies.Each time, I refuse. Firmly. Finally.That place is filled with my past life's nightmares and this life's humiliation. I escaped. Barely. Bloodied and traumatized but free.Why would I go back? Why would anyone?The day I meet Damon for dinner, anticipation buzzes under my skin.He still wears his half-mask when I arrive at the restaurant. But I can smell his scent now that I'm not concussed—sharp and cold and impossibly clean, like winter air over snow-covered mountains.I understand the continued disguise. Shadowclaw Pack and Moonstone Pack have tense relations. History between them stained with old feuds and territorial disputes.I specifically booked a private room. Somewhere quiet where we can talk withou

Damon and I didn't plan to go public immediately.He's Shadowclaw's hidden Alpha. The true power behind the Pack's recent rise. But he's been carefully purging internal traitors, rooting out corruption that runs deep.After completely cleaning out the Pack's leadership, Shadowclaw became the strongest northern territory. Undisputed power. Unmatched resources.Damon's fame grew exponentially. Stories spread about the mysterious masked Alpha who never lost a challenge. Who commanded absolute loyalty.Countless women dream of him. Send gifts. Write letters. Show up at Pack borders hoping for a glimpse.Now even simple dates require secrecy. We pick nighttime. Shift into wolves. Run deep into the forest where no one will recognize us.One evening, Damon's had enough.He produces a moonstone ring. Perfectly carved. He made it himself, he tells me. Spent weeks getting every detail right.He drops to one knee right there in our living room."Marry me," he says simply. "Let me give you the gra