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

　　The forest stretched in every direction, a sprawling labyrinth of towering pines and dense underbrush. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and pine needles, mingling with the faint, sharp tang of something more sinister. The forest, once full of life, now felt quiet—unnervingly so. Even the usual calls of the night's creatures were muted, as though the trees themselves were holding their breath, waiting for something.


　　In the heart of the woods, where the mist curled through the branches like fingers reaching for the sky, I waited. I was nothing more than a silhouette against the backdrop of the forest, cloaked in shadow, perfectly still. Every part of me blended with the night—dark clothing, a face obscured by the hood of a cloak, and movements so subtle they seemed to dissolve into the surrounding gloom. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time.


CHAPTER 42