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 2
Lila
This morning felt... different. There was a smile tugging at my lips, one I couldn't suppress. My body ached in the best way, a soreness that reminded me of last night-a night unlike any I'd ever known.
Something had shifted in me. There was power coursing through my veins, raw and untamed, as if I were no longer bound to the labels they'd placed on me. Submissive omega? My father's obedient little girl? Not anymore. Last night, I'd taken charge. I wasn't the one bowing down; I was the one worshipped.
The way he touched me, revered me... Oh, Goddess. Heat pooled in my core just at the memory. If only I'd had more cash on me-he deserved far more than the hundred dollars I'd left him.
"Lila, come here!"
My father's furious voice ripped through my pleasant reverie, snapping me back to reality. The smile on my face faltered, fading as I realized I was already in the hall, my feet carrying me toward the stairs.
I froze, my breath catching as his gaze locked onto mine, brimming with anger. Instinctively, my head dipped in submission, all the confidence I'd felt moments ago evaporating. My legs moved of their own accord, carrying me toward him.
"I won't ask where you were last night," he began, his voice sharp and laced with authority. "Since I don't care about your little rebellious adventure. But what I do care about is the shame you've brought upon this family."
Shame?
He continued, his tone biting. "Alpha Sheldon was furious when you didn't show up at the party. He ended the engagement in front of everyone. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for me? You will go to him, apologize, and beg him to marry you."
The words hit me like a slap. Apologize? Beg? To that lying, cheating asshole?
Fury boiled under my skin, hotter and more intense than I'd ever felt before.
"You've got to be kidding me, Dad," I snapped, venom dripping from my words. "I'm not apologizing to that bastard, let alone begging him to marry me. He cheated on me, and you're more concerned about your reputation than my dignity. Did it ever occur to you to ask how I'm feeling?"
The words tumbled out before I could stop them. They weren't the words of the meek daughter he'd raised-they were defiant, bold, and unapologetic.
My father pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. His anger, oddly, didn't flare. Instead, he seemed tired, almost resigned, as he rose from his chair.
"Lila, I know how you're feeling but this is for your own good," he said softly, as if his calm tone could somehow justify the unbearable demand he was making.
I crossed my arms, my nails digging into my skin. "For my own good? Or yours? What's the real reason you're so desperate to marry me off to Alpha Sheldon?"
For a moment, his stoic mask cracked. A flicker of guilt flashed across his face, but it was gone before I could grasp it.
"It's the business," he admitted finally, his tone hollow. "It's failing. Without Alpha Sheldon's financial backing, I'll lose my company."
I stared at him, disgust and disbelief warring in my chest. "And that's supposed to make this okay?" I snapped. "You're selling me off to save your sinking company?"
"Lila-" His palm exploded against my cheek and my heart stopped for a second.
"Sweetheart," a saccharine voice interrupted.
I turned, spotting Bella, my stepmother, gliding into the room with her trademark syrupy smile. She placed a manicured hand on my father's arm as if to soothe him, though her gaze was fixed on me with condescension.
"Your father has done everything for you," she purred. "He's given you the best of everything. Treated you like a princess your whole life. And now, when he needs you most, this is how you repay him?"
The room plunged into silence, her words hanging in the air like a cruel joke. Treated like a princess? The corners of my lips twisted into a smile-sharp, humorless, and laced with venom.
I took a deliberate step forward, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor, each sound echoing like a challenge. "Treated like a princess?" I gestured to myself, letting out a bitter laugh. "Are you sure you're talking about the right daughter, Bella?"
Her carefully painted mask of superiority faltered, her brown eyes widening in shock. For the first time, I had dared to speak back, and it was gratifying to watch her composure crumble. She wasn't prepared for this version of me, but she'd better learn quickly-the Lila who begged for scraps of her father's love was long gone.
"You ungrateful brat," Bella hissed, snapping her gaze to my father. Her tone dripped with mock pain. "I'm sorry, I didn't raise her well."
"No, you raised me enough well to be your pawn," I shot back, my voice cold and unforgiving. "A tool to seal your precious deal. That's why you kept me here all these years, isn't it? So you could use me when the time came? Let's not pretend this marriage was about me-it's always been about the company."
"Lila, that's enough," my father growled, his Alpha aura flaring.
But for the first time, his power didn't cow me. I stood my ground, defiance blazing in my eyes.
I dipped into a mocking bow. "My apologies, Alpha. Here's a suggestion-if saving the company is so important, why not sell me to another Alpha who is at least loyal to me?"
His face had gone pale, his fists trembling with barely restrained rage.
"Guards!" he thundered. "Restrain her. If she escapes, I'll skin you alive!"
The door burst open, and two towering guards strode in, their heavy boots thudding against the floor.
"No! You can't do this to me!" I screamed, thrashing as their hands gripped my arms like iron shackles.
My father's gaze bore into mine, cold and unrelenting. "I gave you everything. I arranged the best union for you despite you being a weakling, an omega." His voice was filled with venom, his expression a mask of disgust. "You should be grateful Alpha Sheldon even considered you. Have you ever heard of an Alpha taking an omega as his mate?"
Pain sliced through me, but I forced my voice to remain steady. "Mom was an omega, too, and you loved her." My throat tightened, and tears threatened to spill.
He turned his face away, his reply devoid of emotion. "It was different. You wouldn't understand. All you need to know is this-you're going to apologize to Alpha Sheldon and beg him to marry you. Be prepared to see him with his fated mate, because an Alpha needs powerful heirs bound by the mate bond."
My heart shattered all over again. Sheldon had betrayed me, but it was my father's defense of him that gutted me most. All for money. All because I was an omega.
"Why?" My voice broke, trembling with desperation. "I'm your first daughter. Why do you treat me like this?"
But he didn't answer. He never did.
Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and relentless, as the fight drained from me. Bella stepped forward, her hand brushing against my arm as if in sympathy, but her whisper was poison.
"Don't forget your place, Lila," she murmured, her voice sickly sweet. "An omega's purpose is to bring the benefits to the family. Defying your father will only hurt you in the end."
Her words coiled around me like a serpent, and I knew better than to trust the facade of compassion.
The guards dragged me toward my room, their grip bruising, but I didn't resist. What was the point? They were stronger, and I had no fight left in me.
The door slammed shut behind me, and I stumbled forward, barely catching myself before I fell.
A slow, mocking drawl broke the tense silence.
"Hello, future wife."
I looked up, my stomach sinking as I took in Sheldon lounging on my bed like he owned it. His lips curled into a lazy smile, arrogance radiating off him in waves.
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9.6
Ezran Williamson never asked for a new family, especially not one that comes with a stepbrother he can't stand.
At twenty-one, Ezran is sharp-tongued, rebellious, and determined to graduate and build a future in programming on his own terms.
But when his mother remarries a powerful businessman, his carefully controlled life collides with Lucian Banks, his cold, dominant, and dangerously untouchable stepbrother. Successful, older, and infuriatingly composed, Lucian is everything Ezran hates.
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.