Alpha's Betrayal, Omega's Revenge
He shattered her. A stranger awakened her. Now she'll burn the world for her own redemption.
Lila was a wolfless omega-obedient, unseen, and promised to an Alpha who shattered her with one cruel betrayal. One night with a stranger changes everything.
Elliot is vengeance in a tailored suit. Cold. Unforgiving. And Lila is the daughter of the man he's sworn to destroy. She was never meant to matter-until the mate bond snaps into place, and hatred turns to hunger.
Then there's Julian. Gentle. Steady. Safe. In his arms, Lila glimpses a life untouched by pain. But even the kindest hearts carry shadows.
Caught between the fire and the calm, between a love that burns and a love that heals, Lila must face the truth of her bloodline, the secrets that bind her to both men-and the power growing inside her.
She's done being obedient.
She's done being silent.
And she won't just survive-she'll rise from the ashes.
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Chapter 1
Lila
The burn in my throat was sharp yet oddly soothing, chasing away the storm of emotions threatening to pull me under. I set the glass down with a shaky sigh, trying to gather the scattered pieces of my resolve. No. I wasn't going to let my heartbreak win tonight.
"You need to get drunk, forget everything, and actually live for once," Sophia declared, pouring me another drink, her tone as unapologetic as her glossy red lipstick.
Elena smirked, leaning in closer, her voice dripping with mischief. "Or better yet, the fastest way to forget a man? Get under another one. Preferably one with abs carved by the gods and a tongue that knows its way around," she added, sliding the vodka bottle toward me with a wink.
I couldn't help the bitter laugh that bubbled up, though tears threatened to follow. My father's harsh words echoed in my mind-words that had crushed me more than I'd ever admit.
"You're just an omega, a low ranked she-wolf, Lila. And I was cursed with having a weakling so just be grateful that I'm not throwing you out of the pack and letting you live with dignity." He had said it to his five-year-old daughter who had just lost her mother.
The memory hit like a punch to the gut, but I shoved it down, swallowing my pain.
I should have been at the party, celebrating my union with Alpha Sheldon right now, smiling for pictures, and accepting congratulations. Instead, I'd run away to a club, drowning in alcohol and the company of my two best friends. All thanks to my fiancé and the fated mate he claimed to have rejected before getting involved with me. A liar through and through.
If no one else cared about my worth, then I'd carve my own path. I wasn't a weakling, I hadn't just shifted into my wolf form yet. They were unaware of my combatting skills.
"Stop overthinking and go for it, honey," Sophia urged, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts.
"Fuck it," I muttered under my breath, grabbing the vodka bottle and taking a long, defiant swig.
"Now that's my girl!" Elena whooped. "And while you're at it, find someone who actually knows what to do with his mouth," she teased, her grin downright wicked.
Fueled by the alcohol and their encouragement, I rose from my seat, claws flashing as I tore a slit into the front of my gown. My long hair cascaded down as I released it from its tight bun, earning cheers from my friends.
"I'm going to dance and get under someone who at least knows how to kiss," I declared, making a gagging face.
"Better knows how to eat you up and please a woman," Elena whispered in my ear, making me giggle. "You go girl, we will prepare a surprise for you." Her voice told me that it was something naughty, but I didn't resist this time.
Every pair of eyes in the bar seemed to land on me, their curiosity palpable. Good. Let them stare. Tonight, I wasn't the obedient daughter or the dutiful fiancée. Tonight, I was free.
The bass from the speakers pulsed through me as I moved to the center of the dance floor. I let the rhythm take over, swaying my hips and losing myself in the beat. For the first time in years, I felt alive.
But the sensation of being watched prickled at the back of my neck, sending a thrill down my spine. I turned, catching the piercing gaze of a man across the room. He was stunning, his teal-blue eyes smoldering as they locked onto me over the rim of his glass.
Before I could gather my thoughts, a stranger's hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him.
"Hey, gorgeous," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear as he moved with me. He was raking of alcohol, making me feel nauseous.
"Take your hands off me," I said, my voice low and warning. But instead of retreating, he tightened his grip, his hand sliding lower.
"You've got a lot of attitude for someone this sexy," he said with a smirk, his fingers trailing places they had no right to be.
Fury ignited in my chest. I was about to spin around and claw him to shreds when a scent hit me-a dark, woodsy aroma mixed with dark chocolate. My wolf stirred, alert and yearning. Maybe she would come forth tonight to protect me, and I would finally shift...
"Let her go."
The voice was low, commanding, and enough to make the air in the room shift. The man behind me stilled, his bravado evaporating as he took a step back.
I turned to face my rescuer, and my breath hitched. It was the same stranger, his presence powerful and magnetic. He stood close, his towering frame shielding me from the crowd. I looked at his chiseled jaw in awe, my fingers yearning to trace his jawline. His square face turned toward me, and I met the most gorgeous teal-blue eyes. My heart skipped a beat when he smirked down at me, and his cheeks flexed his dimples.
"Are you okay?" His voice was softer now, laced with concern.
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
"Good," he said, smirking as he leaned in just enough for only me to hear. "Such a gorgeous woman shouldn't be alone on the dance floor."
I flushed, my heart racing as his scent surrounded me.
"Who are you?" I asked in a breathless voice, failing to get hold of me.
"You have a bad habit of staring at strangers, then," he smirked.
Without waiting for a response, he scooped me into his arms effortlessly.
"Wait-what are you doing?" I gasped, glancing around to see Sophia and Elena grinning and blowing kisses from across the room.
'You're welcome, babe,' Sophia mind-linked with a giggle.
'Enjoy your night with Mr. Sexy,' Elena added.
I didn't protest. Instead, I let my fingers trace the hard line of his jaw, marveling at how warm his skin felt. He carried me into a private room, the door clicking shut behind us.
"Strip," I demanded boldly, surprising even myself as he threw me on the bed. I was determined to do the exact opposite of what I was told to do. My father told me to be submissive, but I won't for tonight. He told me to be a good girl and not to go to the night clubs, but here I was with a call boy.
"That should have been my word." His lips quirked into a cocky grin.
I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. "Do I look like I repeat myself?"
He chuckled, his amusement evident, before ripping off his shirt in one fluid motion. My breath caught at the sight of his sculpted torso, every muscle defined and gleaming under the dim light.
"Happy?" he asked, his voice rich with amusement. "You have driven me crazy, darling. I want those hips," he paused and grabbed my thigh from the slit, pulling me closer and adding, "grinding against mine."
His touch tingled the sparks in my body, awakening those non-existent butterflies in my stomach I never had in my six months of relationship.
I didn't reply, my gaze fixed on him as he leaned closer, his hand cupping my face. Sparks ignited where his skin met mine, sending shivers down my spine.
"Tell me I'm your first, baby," he said, pinning me under him possessively in a swift move. Sheldon had never gone beyond making out with me but I was glad now that he didn't.
My heart was galloping in my chest. I nodded, my heart pounding as his lips claimed mine in a searing kiss, leaving no room for hesitation. His lips moved swiftly, savoring my lips before tugging at the corner of my mouth, seeking an entrance inside.
His hands tore away the remnants of my gown, discarding it with a careless flick. His half-lidded eyes locked on mine as he whispered, "It will hurt a little, so hold me tight, baby. I promise to be gentle."
Why was my wolf going crazy? It was the first time she had reacted to someone because she was mostly nonchalant about the surroundings and others.
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Slowly, hatred turns into tension, tension becomes chemistry, and chemistry ignites something neither of them is prepared to face.
What begins as resistance slowly unravels into a forbidden obsession, one that defies family, morality, and control. As secrets surface and pressure mounts, Ezran and Lucian are forced to choose between duty and desire, legacy and love, because some feelings don't fade and some obsessions are worth every consequence.
8.2
For five years, I was the invisible glue holding Damien Crawford together. I was the one who pulled him from a burning car until the skin melted off my back, and I was the one who donated bone marrow when he was on death's door. I even gave up a full-ride scholarship to MIT just to be his nurse.
Yet, he believed his mistress, Hadley, was his savior. To him, I was just the maid's daughter who changed his bedpans—a piece of furniture he could abuse while he planned his wedding to another woman.
But his cruelty didn't stop at verbal abuse. When my father suffered a massive heart attack, Damien refused to let me use the car, choosing to comfort Hadley over a fake panic attack instead.
His mother even slashed the tires to ensure I couldn't leave.
While my father died cold and alone, Damien stabbed a needle into my hand just to teach me a lesson about "respect," oblivious to the fact that the scars on my skin were the receipt for his life.
He didn't know he was torturing the only person who had ever truly loved him. But the girl who begged for crumbs of affection died along with her father that day.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number saved simply as a dot.
"He's dead," I whispered to the man on the other end—Anderson Morrison, the city's most feared Don and my sworn protector.
"I'm coming," he replied, his voice lethal. "And I'm bringing the army."
It was time to show Damien that he hadn't just mistreated a maid; he had declared war on a Queen.
9.5
I made my husband, Damian, the youngest Chief of Surgery in the country. I built his career from scratch, defying my own family to marry him.
Then, he asked me to give our au pair a six-figure salary and a company car.
He called me a cold-hearted bitch when I refused, claiming she was a poor single mother of five. But I saw her wearing my missing diamond bracelet and carrying a Chanel bag worth more than my car.
He flaunted their affair at a professional conference, calling me a "worthless capitalist princess" while she played the victim.
For years, I'd spent a fortune trying to cure his infertility. It was our secret pain. Now, he was using it to justify his affair with a "hyper-fertile" woman he claimed could give him the sons I couldn't.
As he stood on stage for his keynote speech, ready to accept an award, I walked past him to the podium. I had my own presentation to share with the live-streamed global audience-a slideshow of their eight-year affair, complete with hotel receipts and bank transfers.
8.5
"Don't you dare lay a hand on her!" He growled. "But she is nothing. She's just an unwanted omega," Jamey said. "Not anymore," King Barakar replied. "She is mine! She is my mate!"
Raya was done with mate bonds, and pack loyalty. Broken, betrayed, and abandoned on the day that was meant to be the happiest day in her life by the Alpha she had loved in silence, she leaves only to collapse at the feet of the most powerful person in the five kingdoms - the Alpha King himself. He claims her as his fated mate and is passionate about her.
But unknown to them, they share a destiny that pre-dates them.
Raya finds herself in the midst of a power tussle, and she is the center of it all. Her awakened wolf is a threat to some, and a weapon for others.
This time, she chooses to fight for her life, her freedom, and the wolf within, even if it sets the world ablaze, no matter the cost.
7.1
I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us.
But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum.
They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families.
To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister.
Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments.
The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell.
"Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members."
He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress.
For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed.
Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power.
Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911.
If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.
9.4
I stood before the double doors of the master suite, my hand hovering inches from the polished brass. As a surgeon, I was trained to steady my heart before a cut, but the silence in the Alexander estate felt like the heavy, oppressive pause that always preceded a scream.
I pushed the mahogany door open to find my fiancé, Authur, tangled in Egyptian cotton sheets with a woman named Jasmine. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and a floral perfume that wasn't mine—a brutal reality check just twenty-four hours before the merger meant to save my family from total ruin.
Authur didn't look guilty; he looked amused, coldly telling me to close the door because I was letting in a draft. When his parents unexpectedly arrived, I was forced to hide his mistress and pretend our "intensity" had ruined the room, donning his discarded shirt to look disheveled just to protect the Lawrence family stock price.
The humiliation only deepened on our wedding morning when Authur issued a sadistic ultimatum over the phone. "Wear your scrubs to the altar—the ones covered in blood—or I'll watch your father's company go belly up by lunch." He wanted to turn our wedding at St. Patrick’s Cathedral into a public execution of my dignity.
I walked down the aisle in shapeless navy cotton and crimson stains, enduring the horrified gasps of the elite who labeled me an "insane gold digger." Authur stood at the altar, reeking of whiskey and malice, certain he had finally broken me and turned my professional oath into a circus act.
But as the priest began the vows, I looked at the man who thought he owned me and realized I wasn't his victim—I was his surgeon. I had the footage of his debauchery ready to play for the world, and as we shared a punishing, hateful kiss for the cameras, I knew the real war had only just begun.