Lucky? No! I Don't Wanna Be Uncle Alpha's Second Mate
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Lesley Williams was once the alpha's daughter, but a fatal accident took away everything she loved. Now she's her Uncle's pet and the pack's omega, which means she's constantly bullied and abused. She's broken inside, but she doesn't want to leave her father's pack in fear of what her uncle might do to them in retaliation. Her only comfort is that when she meets her mate, he'll be able to take her away from this hellhole...
Alpha Cedrick Silver had a mate once. A beautiful omega wolf, but she rejected him. Barely surviving the broken bond, he became ruthless and coldhearted, throwing himself into building up his pack to be the biggest and strongest pack in the nation. Now he has a girlfriend, that he's content with and he does not want a mate: EVER!
But the second their eyes met, Cedrick and Lesley realized that they were fated for each other. Not thrilled about having another omega mate, Cedrick is even more disgusted when he realized that not only is his second chance mate considered 'the pack's slut', but she's also half his age.
Does he want someone like that as his mate and Luna? Can she trust him with her secrets? Can these two broken people find love?
WARNING!!
This story contains scenes of sexual abuse of a child, rape, sex, strong language, verbal abuse, extreme bullying, mental disorders, self-harm, thoughts of suicide, gore, and other offenses that might be illegal in some countries.
Lucky? No! I Don't Wanna Be Uncle Alpha's Second Mate Chapter 1
Lesley's POV
"Leave her alone!"
I pushed the guy in front of me, hoping he would back off. But once my hands connected with his firm chest, I'm pretty sure I sprained something.
"Stupid werewolf strength," I muttered annoyed as the guy grabbed me by the collar and pulled me all the way over to him, so I could feel his bad breath on my skin.
"Get out of my way, filthy bitch," he sneered in my face. From the corner of my eye, I could see the girl standing next to him, with a satisfied grin on her face, while the slut on the ground was still crying her eyes out.
So.
You're probably wondering about what the shit is going on? Why am I helping the backstabbing bitch on the ground? Why the doofus in front of me is taking all his anger out on me? And who is that gorgeous, beautiful, horned-tails-and-pitchfork angle standing next to him? So, let me quickly fill you in.
The backstabbing bitch, Amanda – also known as Amanda Fuck's-A-Lot! – was my only friend, until she started to date Trevor – the almighty idiot currently trying to strangle me. Now, we're all werewolves here, so we all know, that Trevor is the son of the alpha, aka he's our future alpha, aka he's strong and handsome as hell! Well, dah! I know! But--- you see: Amanda Fuck's-A-Lot didn't mind being the pack slut until she thought Trevor was being serious with her. Like that was ever gonna happen! Everybody knows that an alpha always – ALWAYS – will have eyes for his mate and his mate only! I tried to warn her, because--- friendship bitches! – but that resulted in her being mad at me and stabbing me in the back, leaving all my dirty laundry out for anyone to ogle.
Broke my heart? Hell no! Amanda was my friend, not my "best friend". She was someone I casually hung out with when boredom struck me, and I used her for my own selfish reasons. Because--- who gives a fuck about real friends these days? I mean, all you need is followers, right? – Not that I would know. I don't even own an electric device! – But back to point: my dirty laundry was as boring as a banana peel! I'm an Omega! I have anger management issues, trust issues, commitment issues--- fuck, even my issues have issues, so there's no way I would ever trust anyone with my "deep dark secrets"!
The only reason why I tried to warn Amanda off Trevor, was because I knew he and his sister, Fraya---Oh, damn it, even her name is beautiful. Beautiful face, gorgeous hair, the perfect weight, big in all the right places. Just thinking about it, made me wane go up to her, scratch her pretty little eyes out, shove them up her crampy ass, before ripping out her internal organs, feeding them to her parents, before letting a rogue fuck her mutilated body and---! Oh, ups! I-I got sidetracked there, sorry!
Any-whore.
I knew they were planning this whole fake girlfriend/boyfriend thing because for some reason Fraya has made it her sole mission in life to make my life miserable.
This is my theory, however.
Not so very long ago – 6 years to be precise! – my father was the alpha of this pack, the Highlands Pack. My mother was the funniest, prettiest, most lovable Luna there ever was and my big brother, although just 15 at the time, was the future alpha that everybody was looking forward to calling "alpha". So, what happened to this giddy little family?
My parents were badly injured in a car accident and as fate would have it, they were attacked by rogues and killed. And how does that equal me becoming an Omega? Well, my father's brother, my uncle, and current alpha--- yeah, you're seeing where this is going, right? – he forcefully took over the pack, saying it was to protect us from other packs, while my brother was still underaged. And what did he do next? He killed my brother, claiming it was an accident! And yes, he borrowed that plot twist from every cliché-dictator-movie/drama you ever saw!
Well, strangely enough, I didn't submit to him, so I was forced into the life of an Omega, with all of my alpha genes suppressed by my uncle's alpha command.
Oh, erm. now you're wondering: what the hell does this have anything to do with Fraya's current smirk next to her brother?! Well. As I said, my parents were very much liked! Like the whole pack ADORED them and let's just say – without bragging of course – that both their children were adored too! So, when my idiot uncle took over, he forced everybody's hand into accepting him as their alpha and he's been using blunt force ever since! Almost every week, he's making new rules and regulations, most of which contradicted the rest! Every single pack member is walking on eggshells, in a restrainer, a million feet in the air, on a balancing board every single day, to avoid pissing him off. Needless to say, the entire pack hates him, his drama-queen of a Luna, and his kids!
Erhm! *In a high-pitched voice*: Oh, but that's not nice! Fraya and Trevor didn't do anything wrong. It's only their parents who are first-class assholes!
Yeah, but you see--- They liked being the top predator. They were mean, stupid, misused their power, and bit off every hand of kindness/friendship that was ever offered them. Of course, in high school, it's expected, but not in a pack. And one time, someone – I don't know who, but the day I find out he/she is a dead wolf! – had asked Fraya: "why she couldn't be more like me?"
And so, hell began for this Omega and we're back at where we started: Amanda crying and me being strangled by a guy, I easily could take on, had I just had access to my alpha blood!
"Happily, bad breath," I pressed between my teeth, and did the only thing I could do: with just enough force, I pocked both my fingers in his eyes! Fraya suddenly jumped in horror, screeching like she didn't expect me to put up a fight. Seriously! When will they ever learn?
"You bitch!" Trevor grunted while covering his face with his hands. But I wasn't done. As soon as I was out of his grip, I grabbed his hair with both hands and introduced his face to my knee. When my knee connected with his face, I could hear his nose brake and smell blood dripping on my pants and shoes.
I pushed him off, smiling like a crazy person and liking the way his white shirt turned red. Watching the horrid expression on Fraya's face while Trevor was fighting to stay on his feet. I might not have my alpha blood anymore, but I was still my father's daughter and I did not sit ideally by, while they used their power to hurt and humiliate others.
But I couldn't stick around watching my masterpiece unfold. We were still in school and considering that Trevor and Fraya – of course! – were the coolest kids in town, while I was just a freak of nature, the entire school was gathering around, to see, what was going on.
I didn't think twice. I tumbled back, grabbed my backpack, my backstabbing bitch, and bolted out of there, while I still had all my nine lives! If wolves have nine lives, that is.!
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Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
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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.
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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.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
7.4
I was freezing to death in an abandoned cabin, desperately waiting for my fiancé to save me.
Instead, my phone flickered with a video from my adopted sister.
She was smiling as she confessed that she and my fiancé had orchestrated my kidnapping, and my parents' fatal plane crash, just to steal my family's trust fund.
When I called him with my dying breath, he mocked me for faking a PR stunt and hung up.
I died in the sub-zero blizzard, consumed by absolute despair.
But as a ghost, I watched my greatest business rival, the ruthless billionaire Collins, kick down the doors of my mansion.
He didn't just mourn me.
He shot my fiancé, trapped my sister, and set the entire place on fire, choosing to burn alive in the inferno just to avenge me.
I couldn't understand why the man I had publicly despised for a decade loved me so fiercely, while the people I gave everything to wanted me dead.
Opening my eyes again, I was back backstage on the night I won my Oscar, four years ago.
My fiancé smiled, holding out his arms to hug me.
I pushed him away in disgust, marched straight into the crowded theater, and kissed my billionaire rival on live television.
"Let's get married tomorrow."
This time, I would use him to burn them all to the ground.
9.4
Sign these papers. Our marriage is over."
Amelia Hart froze. Her stomach tightened. She was carrying Damian Blackwood's child, and he had no idea.
For five years, she raised their son in secret, building her own life, her own career, and her own strength. But when Amelia returns to the city as a successful architect, she finds Damian standing in her path, the man who abandoned her without a second thought.
As the little boy she loves grows closer to the father he's never met, Amelia must navigate betrayal, ambition, and lingering heartbreak. Meanwhile, Vanessa Cole, Damian's former lover, schemes to keep them apart.
Will Damian be able to earn back Amelia's trust? Can Amelia forgive the man who left her alone to raise their child? Or will Vanessa's manipulation destroy any chance at redemption?
This is a story of love, loss, and the secrets that can shape a family, and the second chances that might heal it.
8.8
My little boy died on the operating table during a minor, routine surgery.
That exact same night, my billionaire husband bought out the Hudson River for a massive, million-dollar fireworks show.
It wasn't to mourn our child. It was to celebrate his first love's son being discharged from the hospital.
When I confronted him with our son's death certificate, he sneered and accused me of hiding the boy to get his attention.
He held his mistress in our home, watched her fake a panic attack, and threatened to bankrupt my family if I didn't get on my knees and apologize to her.
But the most horrifying truth came from a terrified hospital nurse.
My son's anesthesia was deliberately kept low during the procedure to keep his tissue viable to save the mistress's child.
He was awake and in agonizing pain while his own father planned a grand celebration for another man's son.
I couldn't understand how a father could be so completely heartless.
How could he sacrifice his own flesh and blood just to please a woman who constantly manipulated him?
Looking at the ashes on my son's favorite toy, my paralyzing grief evaporated, replaced by a cold, unyielding rage.
I arranged my little boy's funeral alone in the freezing rain, left my wedding ring on the counter, and walked straight into the private hotel suite of my husband's most ruthless business rival.
"Let's take him down," I said.
