CJ Chin

"I'm an omega.  I have no inner wolf, so there's a very high chance that I have no fated mate. I mean, how could I?" 

Elena Reed lived a simple life. She had a warm home with loving parents and friends she cherished more than anything in the world. But Elena had one dark cloud hovering over her happy, simple life. She didn't have a wolf. For years she waited, hoping that one day, that inner voice of her soul companion would speak out to her. But that voice never came. And she accepted that. 

Now the Alpha has decreed that all unmated female wolves are to attend The Choosing ceremony. A ceremony that is held every year to give unmated wolves the opportunity to find their soulmate. Elena's world is turned upside down when she attends the ceremony and her path crosses with the Alpha's son Alec Storm, the next in line to lead the Blood Moon Pack. 

As Elena and Alec keep finding themselves drawn to each other, Alec declares that she is his mate, while Elena is forced to reveal why that could never be true; a wolfless omega could never be anyone's fated mate. Alec makes it his mission to uncover the mystery that shrouds Elena and her missing wolf as outside forces plot against them for reasons none of them were ever aware of. Elena is the key to a deeply kept secret. One that could upturn their lives as they know it.

The Alpha's Forsaken Omega

　　As I knelt in the warm sunlight filtering through the trees, the sweet scent of lavender mixed with the earthy aroma of sage surrounded me. I carefully harvested the herbs in the pack garden, a serene place where the vibrant colours of the plants provided solace and comfort. For me, this was a sanctuary—a space where I felt connected to something while providing a good distraction from my worry for Alec.


　　Just as I reached for a sprig of rosemary, a low growl disrupted the peaceful ambiance. My heart raced as I straightened, instinctively scanning the area. From the shadows of the trees emerged two rogue wolves, their eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity that sent a chill down my spine.


　　"Elena Reed," one of them snarled, stepping forward. His fur was a dark, matted gray, and the scars crisscrossing his muzzle hinted at countless battles. "We've been looking for you."


CHAPTER 34