“A wolf-less RUNT has no place in the Alpha bloodline.” I was my elite family’s greatest shame. A weak, forgotten reject, tossed into the freezing border woods and left to be torn apart by Rogues. But when their claws pierced my flesh, the pain didn’t kill me. BLINDING LIGHTNING erupted from my veins, and the terrifying monster that had been sleeping inside my blood finally awake. “They have no idea. They just awakened the last pureblood STORM QUEEN…” …… “Evelyn Drake. Your time is up.” The High Priest’s voice was as cold as the black stones surrounding the altar. Tonight was my 18th birthday — my Awakening. For an Alpha’s daughter, this was a coronation. For me, it was a trial. I took a breath, my bare feet stinging against the jagged rock. Below me, my parents—the Alphas of the Storm Pack—watched with predatory greed. For eighteen years, they’d pushed me harder than any warrior, molding me into a weapon for this exact moment. One minute passed. Two. My bones didn’t snap; no fur sprouted from my skin. “Evelyn Drake,” the Priest announced, his voice echoing in the dead silence. “Failed. No wolf found.” The crowd erupted into a chorus of disgusted sneers. “So much for the ‘Chosen Genius’ prophecy.” “What a waste of resources.” “A literal parasite.” Then, my cousin Acacia stepped up. She had shifted earlier that evening into a rare, ethereal White Wolf. She slithered toward my fiancé, Blake, leaning into his chest. “Poor Evelyn,” she purred loud enough for everyone to hear. “A woman without a wolf doesn’t even have the right to mate. You’re just… human trash now.” I looked at Blake. He was the Storm Pack’s strongest warrior. My childhood protector. My supposed mate. He didn’t say a word. He simply shifted his gaze away, as if looking at me was an insult to his status. As I walked away, head high while my world crumbled, the Priest’s eyes burned into my back. “Strange,” he whispered. “Unless… something far more terrifying is suppressing her.”
“Move your trash to the servant’s cellar. Now.” The moment I stepped through the front door, my mother hurled a tattered black trash bag at my feet. It contained the few clothes I owned. “Acacia needs your suite for her post-Awakening recovery,” my father added, eyes glued to a tactical map. He didn’t even look up. “Since you’ve failed to shift, the Pack will no longer provide your refined meat or private trainers. Tomorrow, you report to the kitchens for scullery duty.” “I am your daughter,” I spat, my fingernails drawing blood from my own palms. “You are a failed investment,” he snapped, finally looking at me with pure vitriol. “We believed the prophecy was about you. Now we know it was Acacia all along.” I turned to leave, but stopped at the threshold as their voices dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “Did we choose wrong?” my mother hissed. “The scent she had when we brought her home… it was so primal. How did she turn out to be a dud?” The blood drained from my face. Brought me home? I wasn’t their daughter.
I found Blake at the training grounds. The sun caught the gold in his hair, making him look every bit the “War God” the pack worshiped. “Evelyn, we need to sever the bond,” he said before I could speak. His voice was laced with a pity. “Acacia needs a strong Alpha to stabilize her new shift. You… you should find a nice human Omega to settle down with.” “Is it because she’s stronger?” I asked, staring directly into those eyes. “Or have you just been waiting for an excuse to crawl into her bed?” A flash of guilt, then anger, crossed his face. “Stop being so pathetic, Evelyn. It’s for the future of the Pack. Just be the bigger person for once to step aside.” “Step aside?” I let out a dry, jagged laugh. “I’ve bled for this pack for eighteen years, Blake. You’re not choosing the Pack. You’re choosing the shiny new toy.” Acacia appeared then, draping her arms around his neck. “Darling, don’t waste your breath on the wolf-less. We have an engagement ring to pick out.” As they walked away, the cold void in my chest didn’t break. It ignited. A flicker of something dark and ancient pulsed in my veins, answering the betrayal with a silent, deadly promise.
The Royal Academy list was posted. My name was missing. For centuries, the elite were sent to the capital to train under the Lycan King himself. It was the only way to escape the brutal politics of local packs. “You blocked my application,” I stated, finding Acacia in the main hall, preening in her new silk robes. “I simply filled the slot with someone worthy,” she smirked, tapping a scroll against my chest. “But the Pack is generous. We’ve assigned you a ‘glorious’ mission instead: The North Border Patrol.” The North Border. A 90% mortality rate. It was a dumping ground for the unwanted, infested with Rogues and shadows that even the King’s guards feared. “A maid on the front lines?” I gripped the scroll so hard it creaked. “You’re sending me there to die.” “I’m sending you to be useful,” she laughed. “Carry the warriors’ bags. Try not to scream too loud when the Rogues find you.” “Fine.” For eighteen years, I was the first on the training field and the last to leave. If they thought wolf-less made me easy prey, they were about to learn that a cornered girl with nothing to lose is far more dangerous than any beast.
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