After My Alpha Betrayed Me, My Wolf Awoke

The cold seeped into my bones as I stirred awake, my body aching against the frozen stone floor. My eyelids felt heavy, my throat raw from screaming for help that never came. The silver-lined walls of the dungeon glinted mockingly in the dim light, designed specifically to weaken werewolves like me.

I tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through my ribs. How long had I been here? Hours? Days? The windowless cell made it impossible to tell.

"Finally awake, Omega?"

I flinched at the voice, looking up to see Beta Marcus standing at the cell door. His expression was unreadable, but I knew him well enough to see the faint disgust in his eyes.

"Please," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I didn't betray the pack. I would never—"

"Save it." He cut me off, unlocking the door with a metallic clang. "I'm not here for your excuses."

In his hands was a tablet that gleamed with artificial light. My stomach twisted as he stepped closer.

"You're going to watch this. All of it."

The screen flickered to life, and my heart stopped. There, standing on the Alpha podium in all his glory, was Kellan. My mate. My Alpha. My tormentor.

His powerful frame commanded attention, his dark hair perfectly styled, his expression confident and regal. Beside him stood Kate Boyd, her manicured fingers possessively wrapped around his arm.

"Today marks a new chapter for the Moonstone Pack," Kellan announced, his voice carrying that natural authority that made my wolf whimper. "I stand before you to announce my upcoming Mating Ceremony with Kate Boyd, daughter of Alpha Boyd of the Silver Creek Pack."

The crowd erupted in cheers. I pressed my hand against my mouth to stifle a sob.

"This union will strengthen both our packs and fix the... weakness in our bloodline." His eyes flickered briefly, almost imperceptibly, to the camera. Did he know I was watching? "The ceremony will take place at the next full moon, and we welcome all allied packs to witness this historic moment."

Kate's smile was radiant as she leaned into him, her diamond ring catching the light. "We're so excited to start our life together," she gushed.

I touched my unmarked neck, the skin bare where his claim should have been. Six years of waiting, of hoping, of enduring... all for nothing.

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Hours later, the dungeon door opened again. This time, it was Kellan himself who stood there, his imposing figure filling the doorway.

"Audrey." My name on his lips was both command and caress.

I tried to look away, but his Alpha tone slammed into me. "Look at me."

My eyes snapped to his against my will, my body betraying me as always.

"Beautiful even in disgrace," he murmured, stepping closer. "Such a shame about your... indiscretions."

"I didn't do anything," I managed to whisper.

He crouched down, bringing himself to my eye level. "The evidence says otherwise. Patrol routes given to Rogues. Pack secrets sold for money." He clicked his tongue. "Kate found it all on your laptop."

Of course she had. Kate had been planting evidence for months.

"I could execute you," he continued, his voice deceptively soft. "Treason is punishable by death. But I'm feeling... merciful."

My heart hammered against my ribs as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from my face.

"You'll serve as Kate's personal maid during the wedding preparations. You'll atone for your treachery by ensuring her happiness." His fingers moved to my throat, tracing the skin where his mark should be. "And in return, your grandmother remains safe in the pack."

The threat was clear. My elderly grandmother—the only family I had left—would be exiled to the Rogue lands if I didn't comply.

"You understand, don't you?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "This is the only way to keep her safe."

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The Pack House ballroom glittered with wealth and power. I stood in the corner, dressed in the plain gray uniform of a servant, watching as Kate held court among visiting dignitaries.

"More wine," she called out, gesturing me forward with a dismissive wave.

I moved carefully, balancing the crystal decanter. As I approached, Kate shifted suddenly, causing the red wine to splash across her pristine white dress.

"Oh!" she gasped, loud enough for everyone to hear. "You clumsy little thing!"

All eyes turned to us. Kate's face contorted with exaggerated anger.

"Clean it up," she hissed, shoving me toward the floor. "On your hands and knees."

Slowly, feeling every eye in the room on me, I knelt and began dabbing at the stain with the small towel I carried.

"Careful," she said sweetly, then deliberately kicked my hand, causing me to flinch.

"Oops," she giggled to the guests. "She's so clumsy. Can't even clean properly."

As I scrubbed at the stain, Kate leaned down, her perfectly glossed lips close to my ear.

"I slipped a scent-blocker into your water earlier," she whispered. "No one will smell your pathetic mate bond now. You're nothing but a servant to them."

She straightened up, smiling broadly at the assembled guests. "Don't worry about her. She's just an Omega who doesn't know her place."

Laughter rippled through the crowd as I continued scrubbing, invisible tears mixing with the wine on my hands.