Omega Unleashed
"Know your place slave. Alpha Carter will never want you. The next time I catch you trying to seduce him, I'll destroy your face."
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Elena Reed's life is turned upside down when she's found at the scene of a murder with her hands coated in blood.
In an instant, her status is changed from omega to pack slave.
Now a decade later, the alpha king is coming to her pack to search for his Luna.
Will Elena finally be able to change her fate?
Or will she cower once more, too afraid to try.
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Chapter 1
Elena POV
"Murderer." Pack members spat at me as I busied myself with cleaning the hall.
I lowered my head further and cleaned faster, making sure to wipe away every trace of their mockery and their hatred of me.
That was all I could do, though. Fighting back would only get me punished; I had learned that the hard way, a long time ago.
Our pack, the Wind Borne pack, was preparing for a banquet to welcome the Alpha king, King Draven. And today, I was assigned to the cleaning of the hall.
It was not much of a difference from any other day in my life, honestly. I was always being assigned to do something. Sometimes, it was a task the paid servants found too tiring or something no one else wanted to do.
Something too gross, too below their station. Those kinds of tasks were dumped only on me, the pack's ever-ready trash can.
"You're cleaning so slowly." A pack member stopped in front of me, two of his friends behind him, cruel sneers curving their lips as they watched.
The pack member smiled, assured, confident.
Then he raised his voice. "You aren't trying to waste time in hopes you'll manage to sneak into the selection, are you?"
For a second, silence prevailed in the hall as numerous eyes turned in our direction. Then they started laughing.
I flinched as their laughter dug into my skin. Like the sharp edge of a knife in the hands of a butcher, it cut me open relentlessly, not stopping even as I bled.
"I'm not," I said quietly.
"You're not what?" The pack member asked, sneering as he looked at me. "You're not interested in being the Luna Queen?"
"No," I said, shaking my head.
"Good." He said, straightening back up. "You're nothing but a slave, don't ever forget that. You're not qualified to even mention the name of the Alpha king, let alone think about being his mate."
Alpha king Draven was 35 already, but he still hadn't found his mate, even though most wolves knew who their mate was at 16.
At first, rumours had floated around that his mate might be dead already, or maybe the moon goddess had not bestowed him a mate because of his cruelty.
He had been a warrior for his pack since he was a teenager, and with sheer willpower, little by little, he transformed his pack from a mid-sized pack to the largest wolf pack in the whole of North America. Now at the peak of his power, everyone expected him to take a mate in order to continue his legacy and bloodline.
Once, I had dreamt of finding my mate, too. Fantasized about it countless nights as I tried to imagine what it would feel like when I met him for the first time.
But now I knew no one would want me. To them, I was nothing but an outcast. A dirty stain on the name of the pack. A murderer who killed her own mother.
"Slave, Luna Sophia is looking for you." A maid called out to me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I bowed my head and followed the maid quickly, grateful for the escape, yet wondering what Luna Sophia could want me for this time.
I tried to recall everything I had done recently. Had I arranged everything perfectly the last time I cleaned her room?
Had I forgotten to fold the edges of the duvet? Or had I organized her shoe closet by colour instead of by brand? As I walked behind the maid, I thought back to a time past. A time before I became a slave.
Ten years ago, on my 16th birthday, the day I was supposed to find my mate, my cousin Sophia had come to tell me that my mother was looking for me to give me my gift.
I went happily to her room to meet her, only to find her in a pool of her own blood with a knife sticking out of her stomach.
Maybe I should have gone to get help from the pack members, but at that moment, seeing my mother lying there, every rational thought flew out of my head.
I quickly knelt beside her, hands hovering above her, not knowing what to do. Until I heard her voice, a low, weak whisper calling out to me.
I brought my ears closer to her lips to hear her better.
"Don't trust anyone. I'm sorry I wasn't able to stay longer with you."
My heart went cold, and I glanced at her, only truly seeing how pale she looked now. She was dying. While I had been blissfully happy that I was finally going to meet my mate, my mother had been dying.
I flew out the door, barely registering the dull pain in my big toe as I hit it against the edge of a table on my way out.
I had just gotten to the door when pack members suddenly rushed in, my uncle at the forefront. They sped past me, rushing straight to my mother's room. I followed behind them slowly, only to hear my uncle yell in a loud voice.
"You bastard. If it wasn't against pack law, I would have broken your neck."
He grabbed me, shaking me fiercely. "How could you kill your own mother, you beast?"
I tried to explain, but no one listened to me. They all shook their heads, eyes filled with judgment.
I caught a glimpse of Sophia and turned to her eagerly. She could defend me, after all, she had been the one to call me there, but she yelped and moved backwards the moment she saw me looking at her.
My brain wasn't properly processing the scene in front of me. Why wasn't she saying anything? Why wasn't she defending me?
As I stood there under the judgment of the pack members, a sweet smell hit my nostrils. Clove, with an undertone of musk, I blinked, confused, but my wolf leapt up with joy 'Mate. Go find our mate quickly. He'll save us.'
I turned towards the direction of the smell, and that's when I saw him, Alpha Carter, the leader of our pack and now, my mate.
Hope bubbled in my chest once more as I rushed towards him, but he walked past me like he couldn't see me and walked instead to Sophia. He pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair as she cried softly into his chest.
A sharp pain struck my heart, and I almost fell. My wolf Lara was confused 'Why? Why was our mate ignoring us? Did he not see that we were in pain too?' But I had no answers for her. I was also struggling to understand what I was seeing.
Alpha Carter cleared his throat then and started speaking, "Elena Reed has been found guilty of the murder of her mother and is hereby stripped of her status as omega and demoted to pack slave. Henceforth, she'll live separate from the pack and only come into pack quarters to fulfill her duties as a slave."
I stood there in shock and watched my mate hand me a sentence worse than death, all while holding another female to his chest.
My wolf cried, begged me to approach our mate and make him see reason, but when I looked at Alpha Carter, I saw the warning clear in his eyes. The mate bond was the only reason I was still alive, but if I forced him, he wouldn't hesitate to take my life.
So I stepped back, silent, and accepted my punishment. My wolf cried for days, her voice getting smaller with each passing day, until one day, I could no longer reach her.
Soon after, Alpha Carter declared he had found his mate and took Sophia as his Luna.
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Three times he tried to settle for unfated mates under pressure from his people, and each time, his mark killed them. Now, the elders have issued an ultimatum, find his true mate or lose the throne.
Gina Robert, a 21year old human doctor raised by a powerful witch, arrives at the Central Pack as the live-in physician for the king's comatose sister. Unaware of her mysterious lineage or the ancient power in her blood, Gina is thrust into a world of politics and prophecy. She is Tyler's true mate, but fate has more cruel twists in store.
As love sparks between them, a shocking revelation emerges, Tyler is being forced into a political marriage, a woman believed by all to be the prophesied healer. But only one woman carries the true magic needed to break the curse and win the Lycan king's heart.
8.7
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8.7
Aiden is the Bloodhound the Council's most feared assassin, a vampire prince whose soul has been hollowed out by centuries of shadow and state-sanctioned slaughter. Elena is a Seer of the Vance line a woman of the mountain whose silver flame was meant to heal, not to spark a revolution. When their paths collide in the high spires of a corrupt capital, they don't just find love; they ignite a war that spans from the depths of the Sunken Vaults to the spectral currents of the Forbidden Coast.
Now, fleeing the ruins of a broken empire, they carry the ultimate secret: Caelum, a child of the Harmony. Born during a solar eclipse, he is the Third Way a hybrid heir with the power to either unite the warring forces of light and dark or become a beacon of chaos that levels the continent.
With the mechanical genius of a mad inventor, the iron will of a blacksmith's son, and the cryptic guidance of a five-hundred-year-old Oracle, Aiden and Elena must protect their son from enemies both ancient and new. From the obsidian breach-engines of the Council to the void-stained magic of Lyra, the first fallen Seer, the hunt is on.
In a realm where blood defines destiny, can a monster become a father? Can a healer survive the abyss? And when the choice comes to sacrifice half of his soul, will the Child of the Harmony have the strength to forge a new dawn?
8.6
She was never supposed to survive.
Rachel Morningstar spent twenty-one years believing she was nobody, just another orphan waitressing at an exclusive underground club, crushing on the gorgeous owner from afar, trying to survive in a city that chews up girls like her.
Then her birthday arrived, and everything changed.
Powers exploded from within her. A feral vampire attacked. And suddenly, the untouchable club owner was there, saving her, claiming her, revealing impossible truths. She's not human. She's not even one thing. She's a triple hybrid who shouldn't exist: witch, vampire, and werewolf blood coursing through her veins.
And her blood? It's the cure four desperate, powerful men have been searching for.
Rowan Blackwood - the Alpha werewolf who's been watching her for months, fighting to save his pack from descending into feral madness.
Alaric Nightshade - the 500-year-old vampire prince who's terrified of becoming the monster, who makes her heart break with his tortured nobility.
Kael Shadowborne - the demon god of chaos who finds her absolutely delightful, who wants her to embrace the darkness within.
Evander Ashford - the ancient sorcerer who offers gentle guidance while hiding a devastating secret.
They all need her. They all want her. And she's starting to want them back.
But Rachel's blood can't save everyone. Choices will have to be made. Hearts will break. And when the truth about her past, and the real reason she survived when she shouldn't have, comes to light, the entire supernatural world will tremble.
In a game of gods and monsters, can one hybrid queen rewrite the rules?
Four kings. One queen. Infinite desire. Impossible choices.
A dark reverse harem paranormal romance where the only thing more dangerous than her enemies... is falling in love with all four of them.
9.4
I was the eldest daughter of the powerful Kirk family, sent away to a Swiss sanatorium to recover from my supposed mental illness.
But my stepmother, Johnie, never intended for me to get better. She sent her personal cleaners to drag me onto a plane back to Washington D.C.
In my past life, I didn't know they were assassins. I was forcefully injected with heavy sedatives and locked in a secret torture chamber inside our luxury estate.
My stepmother and cousin skimmed my inheritance while watching me suffer.
They framed me as a crazy addict, and my own father, a sitting Senator, turned a blind eye to protect his political career.
"Her political value is gone, just get rid of her quietly."
That was the last thing I heard my father say before I was brutally slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why they hated me so much.
Why did my father let them force those pills down my throat?
Why was my life worth less than my stepmother's public image?
Opening my eyes again, the freezing sensation of lake water filling my lungs vanished.
I was back in the VIP room of the St. Moritz Sanatorium in 2023.
It was the exact morning before the cleaners walked through my door with uncapped syringes.
This time, I wouldn't just survive. I was going to cut the throat of the Kirk family.
7.4
Standing on the edge of a limestone quarry in the pouring rain, I thought we were just having another family argument.
Then my mother, Ardell, screamed that I’d let the life insurance lapse, and my brother, Hakeem, stepped out of the shadows with a cold, calculating look in his eyes.
I told them I knew the truth—that Hakeem had cut the brake lines on my father’s car—but they didn't flinch. Instead, Hakeem shoved me hard, sending me tumbling into the abyss.
I hit a jagged ledge thirty feet down, the sound of my spine snapping like a dry branch echoing through the rain. As I lay paralyzed and broken, my mother watched from above, asking if I was dead yet, before Hakeem whistled for the starving wild dogs that lived in the quarry floor.
"Nature will clean up the mess,"
Hakeem said, walking away while the first set of teeth sank into my throat.
The agony was a tidal wave, but the rage was hotter, a nuclear hatred for the family that stole my future and the daughter I’d never see grow up. I died in that dirt, consumed by fire and teeth, wondering how a mother could choose a car payment over her own child's life.
But then, I gasped for air, sitting bolt upright in my old trailer bedroom. I looked at the calendar: May 12, 2014.
I was seventeen again, but I wasn't the same girl. Inside this malnourished body was the mind of a world-class trauma surgeon and the elite hacker known as 'Phantom.'
This time, I wasn't going to the quarry; I was going for their throats.
8.0
She has thirty days. Ten billion dollars. And a quantum space that can swallow anything.
Kinsey Elliott died cold, starving, and betrayed—pushed into a frozen abyss by the uncle who stole her fortune.
Then she woke up.
Back in her penthouse. Back in her perfect body. Back with a silver mark on her wrist that lets her store entire warehouses of supplies in a dimension where time stands still.
The world has thirty days until a global ice age freezes everything.
Her family has thirty days to try to lock her away, steal her money, and have her killed.
And Kinsey? She has thirty days to turn ten billion dollars into an invisible fortress—and burn every last one of them to the ground.
She's not surviving the apocalypse.
She's building it.