HER FATED MATE IS AN OMEGA

SYNOPSIS: "I spent ten years scrubbing your floors, Greene. Tonight, you'll scrub mine." Elara Vance has always been the pride the Republic until she ran away from home, fell in love with Greene Jones, a man who treated her like dirt and discarded her like she was never the girl the entire Republic feared because of her strong dominating pheromones. Now she's back after twelve years to serve revenge to Greene Jones like a hot dish in a way that he will pay for every act meted out on her for twelve years. But things wasn't going to go as planned as she meets Silas, the handsome bulky head of her father's security but a recessive omega of her past that she has totally forgotten but now wears a new stance as her bodyguard, recognized by the entire republic as an Alpha, and her perfect chosen mate, Calvin; ruining the comeback and revenge she planned out for herself and now she has to think about saving and claiming her mate, Silas while navigating and protecting the seat meant for her. The real question becomes; will Calvin ever allow her take all it took him twelve years to build? THEME: The true definition of power. Is it found in the biological dominance of an Alpha, or in the resilience of an Omega who survived in the lion's den?

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Chapter 9

Before she could react, his arms slid around her waist, pulling her closer. Her breath caught but she didn't move.

"Or... am I dreaming?" he whispered.

Elara didn't give herself time to think about it.

Thinking was dangerous and thinking meant remembering.

And remembering right now would be a mistake.

"The passcode," she repeated, more firmly this time.

He hummed faintly, his head dropping briefly against her shoulder.

"I missed you..." He mumbled, the words barely coherent.

Her expression hardened slightly. He's completely out of it.

"Silas," she pressed again. There's no point speaking to him in this state, she should hurriedly take him to her room.

As she turned away heading towards her own private space, she heard;

"1812," he said faintly forcing himself to breathe as if regaining consciousness for a brief moment.

"That's... the code..."

His grip loosened slightly as his head tilted, voice fading.

"1812..."

The numbers lingered in the air like something fragile. 1812

"It was that day...Elara..." He whispered, "You were eighteen...and I was twelve years old...do you remember?"

Elara didn't give time to think about what he said, that's murder on her side. She didn't waste another second as she shifted her weight slightly, keeping Silas steady against her as she reached for the keypad. Her fingers moved quickly, pressing into the cold. A soft click followed and the door unlocked.

She pushed it open with her shoulder, guiding Silas inside before kicking the door shut behind them.

The room was dimly lit, clean, precise, everything in its place. It felt like him, smelt like him, a man's room smelt so pretty.

She barely made it two steps in before his weight gave out again.

"Silas-"

He sagged against her, his grip tightening weakly around her waist as if she was the only thing holding him together.

"Don't..." he murmured, his voice barely there. "Don't let go..."

She was increasingly getting annoyed, dangerous and she ignored it as she tried to push towards the bed.

"You're not in a position to make requests," she said, her tone firm, though quieter now. She guided him towards the bed, her pheromones barely anchoring her strength as it seemed to be draining out of her, his omega pheromones had seeped into hers so much that she was on the verge of losing control.

But she managed, lowering him down carefully. The moment his back hit the mattress, he exhaled sharply, as the contact grounded him, if only a little. She looked at his shoes and began to take them off.

But it didn't last before his body tensed again almost immediately, a low, strained sound slipping past his lips as his hands fisted into the sheets.

"Hot..." he breathed. "It's too much..."

Elara stood there for a second, watching and assessing him. Her own breath hitching...she could feel the pull in between her legs. Her pheromones are slowly turning against her.

She looked away and when she looked back, he was already moving, tearing at himself like he was trying to escape his own skin. His bow tie came loose, discarded. Buttons followed, one after another, until his shirt fell open.

Don't go there, she turned away slightly, dragging a hand through her short hair, trying to think past the scent that was still wrapping around her like a trap. Or the exposure of skin in plain sight.

Focus.

"What did they give you?" she asked, her voice sharper now as she looked back at him. She proceeded towards his drawer, to find anything...just any drug that could quell him.

"Silas."

That got something.

His gaze shifted, slowly finding her again. Locking onto her like instinct instead of thought.

"You're here..." he whispered.

Not answering the question, she wasn't even trying to, she was trying to save them both from something that's about to happen if not curbed. Her irritation grew as she ransacked through and increasingly found nothing.

She turned to him, her own sweat detailing how much wrong has started to take hold of her, "Listen to me," she said, her voice dropping, more controlled now. "You need to tell me where your suppressants are. My pheromones can't help you anymore, not now."

"Why? They helped twelve years ago..." He said his lips parted slightly. "Do it as you did it last time, make it go away..." He said, while her eyes trailed the line on his neck, following the sweat that kept soaking into his chest and straight down to his abs.

Her brows drew together sharply, her breathing cutting.

"Your suppressants..." she insisted trying to create a distance but his hand whipped forward and gripped hers, pulling her towards himself, she landed on his body before she could even blink.

She seized.

Silas's grip tightened instinctively around her wrist, like he was afraid she would disappear if he let go. The heat coming off his body was suffocating now, burning through the thin space between them.

"Elara..." he breathed, her name rough against his lips.

It wasn't just the way he said it. It was how his body reacted to her. Like she was the answer to something he couldn't fight anymore.

Her jaw clenched, "Let go."

But he didn't budge. Worse, she wasn't moving either.

Their pheromones had tangled somewhere between them, thick and volatile, feeding off each other in a way that made the air feel too tight, too charged to breathe.

Her Alpha roared beneath her skin, feral, aggressive, fighting to take over what little control she had left.

This wasn't good, it was dangerous. She could feel herself slipping. Melting into his grasp instead of resisting it.

Her breath hitched.

"No." Elara shook her head sharply, as she could physically throw the feeling off, and grabbed his wrist, trying to pry his hand away from her.

"Let go," she repeated, more forcefully this time.

But Silas, who could barely stand minutes ago, didn't move, even an inch. His grip held unyieldingly firm.

Her eyes flickered, something unsettled flashing through them.

"You heard me," she started, her voice tightening as she pulled harder, her strength pressing in now. "I said let..."

She didn't finish before his lips crashed into hers.

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"Say it." Elara's throat tightened. "I belong to you," she whispered. "I am your slave." Kane Blackthorn's gaze hardened. "And?" Her voice broke. "I am... your sex slave." The Alpha stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her whole. "You will expect no kindness," he said coldly. "No affection. No protection. You exist to obey me." "Yes, my Lord." "Strip, Elara." Elara once lived in the Blood Moon Pack as the daughter of a powerful man. Now she lives in the Alpha's palace as something far worse than a servant. A slave. Alpha Kane Blackthorn rules his pack with an iron will and an untouchable reputation. Mercy is not something he offers twice. And Elara belongs to him now. She should hate him. She tries to. But the deeper she falls into the Alpha's dark world, the more dangerous things become. Because Kane Blackthorn doesn't look at her like a slave. He looks at her like something far more dangerous. Something he might never let go.

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7.7

BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS RECLAIMED HER THRONE

7.7

For three years, Avery Woods lived a lie. Trapped in a high-stakes psychological "simulation" designed by her own father, she was forced to endure the life of a discarded trophy wife, scrubbing floors and suffering in silence to temper her mind into a weapon. When the simulation shattered, Avery emerged as the Sovereign-the most experienced CEO in human history, having lived twenty years of strategic warfare in a matter of months. She tore down her father's global conglomerate, erased the world's digital memories, and sought a quiet life in the shadows. But you cannot delete a god. Now, a year after the "Great Erasure," the world has gone dark, but the connection remains. Four hundred million people are syncing up through a biological "Chorus," using their own neural pathways to rebuild a decentralized, inescapable Hive Mind. At its center is Mila, a child who is more code than flesh, and the only anchor strong enough to stabilize a new reality. From the high-tech bunkers of Moscow to the hallucination-filled "Dead Zone" of the Sahara, Avery and her protector-assassin, Julian Vane, must race to stop the Chorus before it rewrites the physical world. The satellites are dead. The servers are gone. But the Silence is screaming.

Action Billionaire Modern Sci-Fi

7.6

Her Fate is Sealed: Target of the Vengeful Beast King

7.6

They say karma strikes when you least expect it. And for me, it did. That small boy I once harassed, ignored, and bullied is now a fully grown Urekai Alpha with immense power, unmatched strength, and a name associated with many fearsome reputations. And because he once swore vengeance, I have been running all my life. But he has caught me. The hatred he has for me is one I have never known before. Coated with venom. Burning with spite. Only in those cold, satanic gray eyes have I seen hate in its rawest, purest form. I thought I had prepared for this day. That I was ready for the revenge and retribution he promised. However, the punishment he delivers is one I never saw coming. But how do you break what is already broken? How do you drown one who lives with their head buried underwater? How do you kill something that stopped breathing a long time ago? And more terrifying still, how the hell does love grow from the most venomous, hate-filled, black heart to ever exist? * NOTE: This book is a complete standalone. Though set in the Urekai universe, this story introduces entirely new characters with their own depths, nuances, and experiences. You need not read "That Prince Is A Girl" to enjoy or understand this tale, for it is a completely independent story of its own.

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8.4

Jilted At City Hall, Married A Zillionaire

8.4

I stood in front of New York City Hall in my vintage lace wedding dress, my heart pounding with a nervous joy. I was minutes away from marrying Bradford Sterling, a move I thought would finally help me reclaim my mother’s legacy from my family’s crumbling empire. But as I reached for his arm, he flinched. A black Lincoln Navigator screeched to the curb, and his mother, Victoria, stepped out, slamming a restructuring document against his chest. She didn't even look at me as she delivered the killing blow: my sister, Eden, had just seized every cent of my voting rights and family trust. "Marrying her is a net negative yield," Victoria said coldly. Bradford didn't fight for me; he didn't even blink. He simply pushed my hand away and adjusted his tie as if I were a junk bond he was ready to offload. Seconds later, my sister Eden arrived in a red Ferrari, wearing her own bridal gown, and stepped into my place by his side. I was standing on the pavement, humiliated in front of a crowd, while the man I loved for three years treated me like a failed transaction. My sister laughed in my face, calling me a "liability" while she stole my wedding and my life. The grief was instant, but the rage that followed was a white-hot rupture in my chest. I didn't just walk away; I slapped the life out of Bradford and dove into the first black SUV I saw, desperate to escape. I didn't check the plates, and I didn't see the man in the wheelchair sitting in the shadows of the backseat. I had just "carjacked" Jefferson Montgomery, the most dangerous billionaire in the city. To save him from a parole violation during a sudden police raid, I agreed to a fake marriage that very night. They wanted to treat me like a negative asset? Fine. They have no idea that they just handed a world-class hacker the keys to the Montgomery fortune, and I’m going to liquidate them all.

Action Modern Romance

8.6

Mated To The Ruthless Blood Moon Alpha

8.6

Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death. My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck. It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack. My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man. Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger. "No one should ever touch what is precious to you." His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.

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9.1

Reborn To Ruin: The Mafia Queen's Revenge

9.1

I spent twenty-one years trying to be the perfect Mafia Princess, treating my illegitimate sister, Mia, with nothing but grace. That kindness is exactly what got me killed. My husband, Luca, didn't take me on a honeymoon. He dragged me into the soundproof basement of our estate. Mia was there, too. Not to help me, but to gloat. She laughed as she admitted to poisoning our mother with arsenic, watching with glee as Luca brought a serrated knife to my chest. "You were always too soft, Sera," he sneered, carving through my skin while I begged for mercy. I died in that cold, dark room, choking on my own blood and the bitter taste of betrayal. But I didn't stay dead. I woke up gasping for air, clutching a chest that was smooth and unscarred. The calendar on my nightstand read May 12, 2018. It was five years ago. The very morning I was scheduled to sign the marriage contract that would seal my fate. I looked at the paper on the vanity. In my last life, I signed it with a trembling hand. This time, I flicked open my silver Zippo and watched the flames eat Luca's name. I didn't pack a dress. I packed a pistol and a stack of cash. I was going to Las Vegas. There was only one man dangerous enough to help me destroy the New York families. I walked into the underground fight club, locked eyes with the deadliest man in the room, and smiled. "Dante Cavallaro," I said. "I'm here to make you a King."

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HER FATED MATE IS AN OMEGA

Chapter 9

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