Starved Omega in Heat: My Alpha Ran to Another Chapter 07

Starved Omega in Heat: My Alpha Ran to Another Chapter 07: What Comes After

Peing Alpha of Moonshadow Pack was harder than revenge.

The merged pack chafed. Shadow Pack’s old loyalists refused to accept a female ruler. Rogue attacks spiked, like someone was stirring trouble behind the scenes.

I didn’t declare war. I handled it directly.

I called every challenger to the square. Fought them one by one. Broke ribs without killing. Made each one say it out loud, through the pain: “Charlotte is the only Alpha.”

Zohan heard about it from the labor district. He asked someone to deliver a message, and his tone was still, so infuriating that it made one want to pinch him.

“Charlotte, see? Without me, Shadow Pack is useless. Let me be your deputy. I can help-on one condition. Be my mate again. Let me mark you. Otherwise, you won’t even know how you die.”

I read it. Then I sent back one sentence.

“Keep him mining. If he talks again, break his legs.”

My father recovered fully. He became my deputy. He looked at me with complicated eyes.

“You’ve changed. You used to be soft. Now…”

I nodded. “Softness got me hurt. It’s precisely because I’m too weak that I used to be bullied in the past.”

I started changing things. Ended forced bonds-let people choose for themselves. Pushed wolf-soul training hard. Opened up resource distribution. No more privilege.

My white wolf bloodline let me sense loyalty. No one’s second thoughts escaped me.

More news of Grace. She’d tried joining Ironclaw Pack up north. Offered “I know Charlotte’s weakness” as a barter. The Alpha threw her out and sent word, “We don’t take trash.”

I nodded. Didn’t think of her again.

Zohan’s life got worse. His old friends spat on him. Children laughed at him, pointed and said, “The destitute Alpha.” Still, he sent messages. Still disgusting.

“Charlotte. Do you think about me at night? Think about how I used to take you? You’re an Alpha now, but who would dare touch you? In the end, you’re still mine. When you can’t hold on, you’ll crawl back and beg.”

I felt sick reading it.

But it reminded me-revenge was done. Now I needed to live better.

A month later, Moonshadow Pack had stabilized. I led the border sweeps myself. Nearly wiped out the Rogue threat. Internal resistance faded.

I stood on the new Alpha tower, moonlight on my face. Watched the pack come alive beneath me.

What Tumes After

Revenge was over.

Grace had paid. Zohan had paid.

I’d gone from wolf-less failure to real Alpha.

But it wasn’t the end

Something stronger lurked in the distance. My white wolf bloodline hummed a warning. Even bigger problems were on the horizon.

I touched my chest, where love for Zohan had once lived. Now there was only cold.

“Zohan, you said I wouldn’t last.”

“Let me show you just how long I can actually hold on.”

The days after revenge were actually harder than the revenge itself.

Not because of outside enemies, but because I had to learn what it really meant to be an Alpha. Not fueled by hatred, but by responsibility, decisiveness, and the ability to see the long game.

Zohan was still in the labor district, and new angry rants came out every day. Sometimes he went soft: “Charlotte. I was wrong… let me come back. I’ll be your lowest dog, just as long as you look at me once.” Other times he turned harsh again: “You b*tch, you’ll die without a man! What are you going to do about your heat? Would you dare let anyone else touch you?”

I never responded. I just ordered the guards to tighten security and made a rule-if he said anything like that again. they’d seal his mouth with silver for three days.

Under my leadership, the pack slowly got back on track. Trade resumed. Cubs were born. The training system improved. Even many of the confidants who’d once stood with Zohan now lowered their heads whenever they saw me.

One day, a young female Rogue asked to see me. Her eyes were blazing bright. “Alpha, I heard you went from being called a failure to becoming the white wolf by your own strength… I want to follow you. Not because I’m afraid, but because… I want to become someone like you.”

I looked at her, and for the first time, I truly felt that there were bigger challenges ahead after revenge.

“Stay Prove yourself.”

My father sat beside me and said softly, “Charlotte, if your mother were still here, she’d be so proud. You weren’t swallowed by hatred-you used it to forge yourself.”

I was silent for a moment, then nodded.

That night. I shifted into my wolf form and ran alone along the pack’s border. The wind roared past my cars Moonlight spilled over my pure white fur. My wolf growled low inside me, sending up waves of sausfaction and anticipation.

Revenge was over.

And L. Charlotte Hayes. Alpha of Moonshadow Pack-the road ahead was no longer about hatred.