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 4
Elliot
Sunlight streamed through the windows, piercing my eyelids and dragging me out of sleep. Groaning, I rubbed my face and turned toward the other side of the bed. My lips curved into a lazy smirk, expecting to find her there, tangled in the sheets, as breathtaking in the morning light as she had been last night.
But the bed was empty.
My heart kicked up its pace. I sat up, scanning the room. The faint scent of her still lingered in the air-a mix of jasmine and plum that had driven my wolf wild. But she was gone.
"Damn it," I muttered, raking a hand through my hair. I hadn't even learned her name.
It wasn't like me to stay after a night like that. I was the one who disappeared before dawn, leaving no room for attachments or awkward conversations. But last night had been...different. I'd stayed, letting my guard down for the first time in years. And she'd vanished.
My wolf paced restlessly in the back of my mind, his frustration mirroring mine. Where is she?
Then I saw it. A crisp hundred-dollar bill on the nightstand.
A growl rumbled low in my chest as I grabbed the bill, crushing it in my fist.
"What the hell?" I hissed. "Did she mistake me for a damn sex worker?"
My wolf snorted, clearly amused by my outrage. The humiliation burned hotter with every second. Not only had she left before I woke up, but she'd left a tip.
And to add insult to injury, it was only a hundred dollars.
"Unbelievable," I muttered. "If I were in this business, women would be paying me thousands, not this insult."
The memory of her touch, the way her body had responded to mine, flashed through my mind. It only fueled my anger. She'd left, and worse-she'd made me want more.
I yanked out my phone and texted Kai, my Beta.
"Bring the car around. Now."
Minutes later, I was sliding into the back seat of the sleek black SUV. Kai, ever the wise ass, was already grinning as he glanced at me in the rearview mirror.
"Morning, Alpha. Rough night?"
"Drive," I snapped.
Kai arched a brow but obeyed, though his smirk didn't falter. "You actually stayed the night. That's a first. She must've been something special."
"Shut the fuck up," I growled.
He chuckled but didn't push further, sensing the thin thread of my patience.
I dialed the club manager. "I need information on the woman I was with last night," I ordered. "Who is she?"
"Alpha Sinclair," the manager stammered, clearly panicked. "I...I don't know. She wasn't a regular. I've never seen her before."
My jaw tightened. That wasn't the answer I wanted.
"Kai," I barked, ending the call. "I need her found. Now. Put the best trackers on it. I want to know who she is, where she's from, and why she disappeared before sunrise. I want answers before I finish my breakfast."
Kai's jaw dropped as he met my gaze in the mirror. "Seriously? Before breakfast?"
I shot him a glare. "Do it. Or you'll be skipping lunch, too."
Grumbling under his breath, Kai pulled out his phone to relay my orders. But he couldn't resist one last jab. "You're really going all in on this, huh? Never thought I'd see the day. The great Alpha Elliot Sinclair, the notorious fuckboy, brought to his knees by one night with a mystery woman."
I ignored him, leaning back in the seat. My wolf growled low in my chest, restless and agitated, but I shoved him down.
Her scent was still burned into my senses, her touch a phantom memory that wouldn't fade. No one had ever done this to me, consumed me so completely.
Whoever she was, she wouldn't stay a mystery for long.
"One more thing," Kai added, his smirk returning. "You should take a shower."
***********
Later that afternoon
By the time I returned to my office, the scent of coffee and leather greeted me like an old friend. Breakfast had done little to curb my frustration, so I dove into work, poring over reports of rogue attacks on an ally pack.
The details were...peculiar. No traces left behind. No scent trails, no witnesses. It was as if the rogues had materialized from thin air, wreaked havoc, and vanished without a trace.
I drummed my fingers against the desk, my thoughts racing, when Kai walked in. His usual cocky demeanor was gone, replaced with a grim determination. He held a set of photographs in his hands.
"Alpha," he started, his tone heavy, "I've found her."
My heart kicked up, but I kept my expression impassive. "And?"
Kai laid three pictures on my desk. My eyes immediately locked onto her. My mystery woman.
Beside her was Sophia, my cousin, and another woman I didn't recognize.
"This is Lila Emerson," Kai said, his voice careful. Too careful.
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. "And?"
Kai exhaled, the tension rolling off him in waves. "Alpha, Lila Emerson is the only woman you can't have."
The growl that tore from my throat echoed through the room. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Kai hesitated, but he knew better than to keep me waiting. "She's the daughter of Alpha Andrew Emerson. Your father's sworn enemy. The man who's been a thorn in the Blue Moon pack's side for years. The Alpha King will never approve of this...connection. He will make your stepbrother the King if you defy him."
His words hit like a punch to the gut. The room fell silent, my mind spinning with the weight of his revelation. My mate, yes, she was my fucking mate-the woman my wolf and I craved-was the daughter of the one man I had vowed to destroy and make him suffer till he would beg for his death.
Fate wasn't cruel; it was a sadistic game master. The Moon Goddess wasn't just mocking me-she was throwing down a challenge. My wolf bristled, snarling in my mind, but his desire for her burned hotter than any hatred we'd carried for her bloodline.
"And? Tell me everything that you have found about her," I demanded, my voice low, dangerous.
Kai rubbed the back of his neck. "There was a party in the Mystic Shadow pack. A celebration of her engagement to Alpha Sheldon. But she didn't show up."
My lips curled into a smirk. "Instead, she was in the club. With me."
Kai nodded. "Yes, Alpha. The next day, she fled the arranged marriage. She's currently in hiding. Her father and Sheldon's men are searching for her."
A laugh, dark and twisted, bubbled from my chest. "She ran away for me. She must have felt the mate bond, even if she didn't show it."
Kai frowned. "Mate bond? If she is your fated mate, it's worse than I had assumed it already was."
But I wasn't listening. The image of her emerald eyes, filled with shock and recognition when she learned who I was, burned in my mind.
"Kai," I said, leaning forward, my smirk widening, "find her, before they do. I want her here. I want her to know exactly who she chose that night."
"Alpha..." Kai hesitated. "You're playing with fire. Your father will not-"
"Will love it," I cut him off, my voice sharp. "When the daughter of an enemy falls for you, the war is already half-won. And as for the Moon Goddess?" I chuckled darkly, my wolf stirring with unease, showing his disapproval for my plan. "She started a game. I'll show her how to win."
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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.