99 Times He Left Me Mid-Moon for a Fake Omega – The 100th? I Marked His Rival Alpha Chapter 18
My Alpha brother sold me to rogues for $500K.
Six months of hell. Silver burns. Brandings. Beatings.
Every night, I whispered his name..
Still believed he’d save me
Until I heard him on the phone.
“Yeah, she’s gorgeous. Her parents are losing it. But half a mil? Worth it.”
He was LAUGHING.
That’s when I stopped waiting.
I clawed my way out of hell.
My brother? Still thinks I’m dead.
Now I’m at his Alpha coronation.
Alive. Covered in scars. Backed by the deadliest pack on the continent.
I meet his eyes.
“Miss me, brother?”
The rifle stock slammed into my spine and I went down like a bag of rocks.
Face-first into the mud. Classic.
“What happened to all that running, huh? I fucking dare you.”
A boot slammed down onto my back, grinding me deeper into the filth.
I knew that voice. Everyone here did.
Warren.
Gamma of Whiteshadow Pack until my Alpha father-Victor Ashford-kicked his treacherous ass to the curb. Guy sells pack secrets, gets exiled, and somehow blames everyone but himself.
Now that I was stuck in this hellhole? Yeah. He was making sure I knew exactly how much he hated my father.
My escape plan had been solid. Or so I’d thought.
I’d barely made it past the tree line before he tackled me himself.
“Bring the others!” he bellowed.
Two more werewolves were shoved forward by the guards, forced to kneel in the dirt beside me.
One of them was crying. The other just stared straight ahead, eyes glazed over Both had guns trained on the backs of their heads
Warren pulled a machete from his belt. Rusted. Stained.
“You know what I hate most?” Warren said, his voice almost cheerful. “High-ranking werewolves who think their bloodline means jack that out here
His eyes were on the crying werewolf, but I knew he was talking to me.
“This is my world. My rules. And you?” He smiled. “You learn. Or you bleed.”
The blade came down.
“AHHHHHH!”
The scream tore through the camp, raw and animal. The werewolf’s right arm hit the ground, blood spraying across the dirt-across me.
I wanted to throw up. Nothing came. My stomach was empty. Had been for days.
Warren didn’t stop. He swung again.
And again.
And again.
By the time he was done, the werewolf was nothing but a twitching pile of limbs and blood, still barely alive, still screaming.
The second werewolf lost it. Completely.
He collapsed forward, a dark stain spreading across his pants as he sobbed into the mud.
Warren rested the bloodied blade against the man’s neck.
Slowly, he turned his head toward me.
“Your turn, princess.”
I stood up. Every rib screamed. My back was one giant bruise. But I stood.
He pointed down at his boots. Covered in mud and blood.
“Lick ’em clean.”
I stared at him. My vision blurred red for a second, and Ronan’s face flashed in my
Ronan Ashford. My half-brother. My only brother.
mind.
His mother-Delilah-was human. Victor had severed the bond with her when Ronan was barely old enough to walk. After that, my motehr Eloise raised him. And even though we only shared half our blood, Ronan treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
He was my best friend. My protector. My everything.
Six months ago, he’d surprised me with a vacation. Said I deserved a break from pack politics.
On the drive to the airport, he handed me a coffee. Told me it was my favorite blend.
I drank it.
When I woke up, I was chained to a wall in this camp-run entirely by rogues.
And the worst part? My wolf was gone. Not dead-just… silent. Asleep.
I didn’t know how they did it, but without her, I was nothing. Weak. Helpless.
I kept waiting for Ronan to come. Kept telling myself he’d find me.
But it’s been six months, and there’s been nothing.
No word. No sign.
And the longer I waited, the more I realized-maybe something happened to him, tuu.
If that was true, then I couldn’t die here. I had to survive. I had to get out. I had to find him.
So I knelt. And I did it.
Inch by inch, I licked the mud off Warren’s boot.
The guards erupted into laughter. Someone whistled.
Warren grinned, satisfied. Then he kicked me away with one swift motion.
“Lucky for you, I’m in a good mood,” he said, voice cold. “But if you try that shit again? You’ll end up like him.”
He jerked his chin toward the body still twitching in the dirt.
I stayed down, face pressed into the mud, playing the part of the obedient little she-wolf.
But inside?
I was burning.
One day, I’d make him pay for this.
One day, he’d be the one on his knees.
