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 6
Lila
The doctor discharged me shortly after, and Julian insisted on driving me back to my dorm. Considering my baby's safety, I hesitated for only a moment before agreeing. The air in the car was thick with silence, awkward and heavy, neither of us quite sure how to fill it.
When we reached my dorm, the car screeched to a halt, and Julian got out quickly, moving to help me. I hated the weakness I felt as I leaned on him, my body still protesting from the strain I'd put it through over the past month.
"This way," I muttered, leading him toward the stairs.
As soon as we stepped inside, a loud moan echoed from the room next door, followed by a round of laughter. I winced, heat rising to my cheeks.
Julian raised a brow, his face clouding with concern. "I don't think you should be staying in a place like this," he said firmly, his voice laced with disapproval.
"I can't afford anything better," I replied with a shrug, pressing my lips together to suppress my embarrassment.
Once inside my small room, Julian scanned the cramped space with a critical eye. The way his nose wrinkled, as if he could smell the peeling paint and damp air, made me shrink inwardly.
"You shouldn't be here," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This area isn't safe, and this room..." He gestured vaguely. "This room isn't fit for you, let alone your baby."
I sank onto the edge of my bed, unsure of how to respond.
"I have a villa in town," He continued, his amber eyes locking on mine. "It's spacious, quiet, and secure. You can move in. There are plenty of empty rooms."
The offer stunned me. "No," I said quickly, shaking my head. "You're already doing more than enough. I can't accept that."
Julian crossed the small space between us and crouched down, taking my hands gently in his. His intense gaze bore into mine, and I felt my resolve waver.
"Take it as a loan," he said softly. "You can pay me back whenever you're able. But for now, think of your baby. You need a better environment-safer, cleaner."
His face was so close to mine, his sincerity palpable, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to pause. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't find the strength to argue.
Swallowing hard, I finally nodded. "Okay," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
A small smile broke across his face, his relief evident. I cleared my throat, pulling my hands from his as I tried to regain my composure.
"Ahem, well...thank you," I stammered, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.
Julian chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck, his earlier confidence replaced by a nervous energy. "Let's pack your stuff," he said, his voice light but warm.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt like I wasn't alone.
*******
Taking a shower in a clean, modern bathroom-complete with a luxurious jacuzzi tub-felt like a dream. I couldn't stop the small smile spreading across my face as I dried my hair, glancing at my reflection in the mirror.
My collarbones jutted out more than they should, a stark reminder of how much weight and muscle I'd lost. Running away had taken a toll on me in more ways than one.
My hand instinctively rested on my stomach, where I noticed the faintest swell-something I would've dismissed as bloating if not for the hospital visit.
"You're lucky, baby," I murmured softly, rubbing my abdomen as if my little one could sense my touch. "Since I found out about you, things have started looking up. The Goddess sent a good man to help us."
I hoped, with everything in me, that my baby could feel the love and promise I poured into those words.
A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Lila?" Julian's voice was warm but gentle.
I quickly changed into a comfortable T-shirt and shorts before opening the door.
"The dinner's ready," he said with a smile, gesturing for me to follow.
As we walked through the villa, I couldn't help but admire its design. The walls were painted a soft ivory, complemented by beige and gray accents. The furniture was sleek and modern, yet the space felt cozy. It was a home that exuded quiet elegance-a stark contrast to the cramped dorm I'd just left behind.
When we reached the dining area, my eyes widened at the feast before me. The table was packed with an array of dishes.
"Did you cook all of this?" I asked, half in disbelief.
Julian smirked, his expression dripping with playful pride. "I'm a pretty good chef," he said, shrugging. Then he leaned in conspiratorially, adding, "Though I did have help from my cook."
I rolled my eyes, giggling. "So basically, you handed the cook a list of dishes and supervised from the sidelines?"
"Well," he said with a sheepish grin, "I had to fulfill my duty as a good husband by ensuring you and our baby get the right nutrients. The doctor scared me enough today."
The teasing glint in his eyes made me laugh, even as I shot him a mock glare.
Julian handed me a plate of shepherd's pie. "Go on, try it," he urged.
I took a tentative bite, and the flavors exploded in my mouth. The richness of onion and garlic mingled perfectly with just the right kick of chili. It was incredible, even spicier than the usual shepherd's pie.
Julian noticed the way my eyes lit up and quickly filled a glass of water. "I'm sorry-it's a bit spicier than normal. I forgot to tell the chef to tone it down."
I shook my head, giggling. "It's perfect. Actually, could you pass me the chili flakes?"
His brow arched in surprise. "Really? You like spicy food too?"
I nodded, and his smile widened. He returned from the kitchen with the chili flakes, watching with amusement as I sprinkled them generously onto my plate.
I dove into the rest of the dishes-grilled salmon, dim sum, and sushi.
"You eat like a kid at a candy store," Julian remarked with a soft chuckle. "It's...cute. I wonder how you're going to manage a baby when you're still a kid at heart yourself."
His words stung, reminding me of the man who was the father of this baby. Did he even care? Would he ever? No. I was nothing to him. Just another client.
Julian's smile faltered as he noticed my mood shift. "I didn't mean to offend you," he said quickly, his tone apologetic.
I shook my head. "It's fine. Look, this wasn't planned, but I'm keeping the baby. I'll learn what I need to along the way."
Julian's eyes softened. "Do you mind if I ask...who the father is? Maybe I could help you find him."
The genuine concern in his voice made me pause, but I couldn't risk sharing too much. From his aura and villa, I could figure that he had power, wealth, and influence-things that could inadvertently lead back to my past.
"Remember our deal?" I said, arching a brow.
He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fair enough. Looks like I'm the dad by default," he teased, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.
The sound of my phone vibrating broke through my momentary peace. I picked it up, noticing a series of texts from Sophia. I hadn't checked her messages since before the accident.
The first one made my heart sink:
'Lila, Sheldon is taking over your father's company. Are you okay? Where are you?'
Sheldon? My stomach churned at the thought of him controlling everything my father had built. That wasn't just a power move-it was a calculated act of vengeance.
I swiped to the next message, and my heart skipped a beat:
'Lila, the man you met at the club is my cousin. He wants to see you.'
The air around me seemed to thicken, and the phone nearly slipped from my grasp. Her cousin? The man I'd thought was a call boy-the father of my child-was Sophia's cousin?
The truth slammed into me, leaving my thoughts in chaos, as if my entire world had been flipped upside down in an instant. Questions swirled in my mind, tangling with disbelief. How was this possible? Why hadn't she mentioned it before?
And then there was the final question, the one that sent a shiver down my spine.
Why did he want to see me?
I clutched my stomach instinctively, as though protecting my unborn child from the weight of this new reality.
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9.4
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