The Dormant Wolf: Rejected By My Alpha Husband

I took a silver bullet for my fated mate, Derek, and fell into a coma for five years.

When I finally opened my eyes, I wasn't greeted as a hero. I was handed a deportation order.

Because I had burned out my wolf spirit to save his life, I was now "human" and useless to the pack. My marriage had been annulled years ago without my consent.

I dragged my atrophied body to our home, only to find Derek with Anjelica, a woman I once called a friend. She was wearing my jewelry and carrying his heir.

But the knife in my heart wasn't seeing them together. It was my son.

My five-year-old boy, Errol, didn't run to me. He screamed in terror and sprayed me with a bottle of liquid he had been hiding.

It hissed against my skin. Wolfsbane.

"Go away, monster!" he sobbed, pointing the bottle at me like a weapon. "Mommy Anjelica said this burns the bad things!"

I had lost my wolf, my husband, and my child. But they weren't done taking from me.

When Anjelica faked a medical emergency, Derek signed a general proxy form. I was dragged into surgery, not as a patient, but as a harvest.

I heard the doctor whisper, "She wants her dry."

They thought draining my blood would kill me. They didn't know that my "human" shell was just a cocoon for something ancient.

I escaped the hospital that night. Standing by the ocean, I threw my wedding ring into the waves.

"I, Catherine, reject the bond."

Miles away, Derek fell to his knees, vomiting blood as the connection snapped.

He thought I was dead. He didn't know the White Wolf had just awakened.

Chapter 1

Catherine POV:

The silence was the loudest thing I had ever heard.

For twenty-three years, my mind had been a riot of noise—a sanctuary shared with a wolf spirit who growled at danger and purred at the moon. Now, opening my eyes in the sterile white room of the pack hospital, there was only a hollow echo.

My wolf was gone.

"Dormant," the doctor said, barely looking up from his chart. "You burned through her life force to survive the impact, Catherine. You are... essentially human now."

Human. In the Moonstone Pack, that was a fate worse than death. It meant I was a static channel on a radio that everyone else could hear.

I sat up, my body screaming. The calendar on the wall said 2024. Five years. I had been a vegetable for five years.

I had sacrificed everything to push Derek out of the way of that silver bullet. I took the hit. I took the coma.

And this was my reward.

I walked out of the hospital on trembling legs. No one offered a ride. No one bowed. The nurses didn't look at me with disdain; they looked at me like I was already a ghost.

I made my way to the Pack Administration Hall. The clerk, a young