Starved Omega in Heat: My Alpha Ran to Another Chapter 08

Starved Omega in Heat: My Alpha Ran to Another Chapter 08: Heat and Threats

Three months after I took over. The real work had just begun.

The white wolf bloodline gave me power. But it also boiled restlessly beneath my skin. As the full moon approached, my temperature climbed dangerously.

The pack healer knelt before me, his face pale.

“Alpha… your heat is coming. The first heat after a white wolf soul fully awakens is violent. Without a strong male Alpha to mark and soothe you, your body could break down from the power surge.”

The news leaked. To Zohan’s labor district.

That afternoon, through the silver cage, he laughed wildly at the patrolling guards; his laughter was tinged with a sickly sense of pride. Once again, he asked someone to deliver a message to me-this time with a tone more resolute and arrogant than ever before, even tinged with an air of condescending charity.

“Charlotte-hear that? You won’t survive the white wolf’s heat without me! Remember stripping naked and begging? I’m the only one who can help you. Crawl over right now. Open the cell. Lie on the ground like a dog. Beg me—and I might be generous enough to help. Otherwise, you’ll be tortured to death.”

Upon hearing his words, I crushed the glass in my hand without any expression.

He thought my heat was a weakness. He thought I’d crawl like before.

I looked at the guard. “Tell him to shut his mouth. If he sends another message, kill him.”

But the trouble didn’t end there.

The news that my heat is about to begin has attracted considerable interest from outside parties.

The next day, Ironclaw Pack-the strongest in the north-caught wind. Without any prior notice, they led hundreds of elite troops to the border of the Moonshadow Pack. Their Alpha, Landon Black, is renowned for his brutality and strength. He didn’t attack outright. He strutted in with his inner circle.

In the main hall, his eyes crawled over me like I was meat. His eyes were filled with blatant desire and greed.

“Charlotte,” he said, licking his lips. “Heard your heat’s close. A female Alpha without a mate—you won’t survive tonight’s full moon.”

He stepped closer, pressure dripping from his voice. “You could settle for one of your lowly men. Or bond with me. Spread your legs. Let me mark you. Ironclaw and Moonshadow Pack become allies. You serve me ‘in bed. I rule your pack for you. Honestly, you’d be reaching up.”

I didn’t even lift my eyes.

“Done? Then get out. Moonshadow Pack doesn’t need allies. And I don’t need a man.”

Landon’s face darkened. Rejection in public made him snarl.

Think you can suppress it yourself? Once the moon rises, you’ll be a desperate sl’t on your knees. I’ll take you right here—make you my slave in front of everyone.”

“Is that so?”

I stood.

The floor shattered. Pressure ten times stronger than his exploded outward. His inner circle choked-blood from their eyes, noses, mouths. They slammed to their knees.

Landon braced himself, shaking.

“Landon.” I walked to him, looking down. “You got one thing wrong.”

“The white wolf’s heat isn’t for mating.”

“It’s for strengthening the wolf soul.”