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 4
Draven POV
As the son of a pack leader, I didn't have the luxury of spending my teenage years playing with friends or sneaking out to go to parties.
Every moment of free time was spent on rigorous training to build my body and my mind for the position I was bound to inherit.
Unlike others my age, I realized pretty quickly that having true strength was the only way to protect the things I cared about. Which were my pack, my home, my people.
I shouldn't have had to become a pack leader before I even turned eighteen. But after a rogue attack snatched my mother from us, my father became a shadow of himself.
It was hard to see him that way. The strongest warrior I knew was slowly wasting away. The name of his dead mate never leaves his lips.
But I didn't have it for too long. Within a few months of her death, he followed her, and teenage me had to step up to the responsibility of ensuring my pack's survival.
Luckily, I soon discovered I had been blessed with an ability that helped me conquer all the packs that had tried to take over after my father's death.
Not only did I kill those Alphas and pack leaders who'd lusted after my home, but I replaced them all with new people who would be loyal to me.
Finally, I could rest. Or so I thought.
Then the whispers started. Little comments from pack leaders who tried to recommend their daughters to me at every turn.
Servants slipping into my room at night or somehow falling into my arms while walking, even when there was nothing to trip them.
After months of relentless nagging from my advisors, I finally agreed to have a mate, but on one condition.
I would only accept the one given to me by the goddess. I would search for her in all the packs under my rule, and if I failed to find her, then they would give up and never mention the matter again.
Despite knowing the chances were slim, they'd agreed. So I was now on my way to yet another pack, to search for a mate that I didn't need or want.
Goddess helping me, I wouldn't find her on this trip.
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When we arrived at Windborne, Carter greeted me with a wide smile. "It's an honor to have you here, Alpha Draven."
My lack of a response didn't dampen his smile one bit.
"Alpha Draven, Carter called, gesturing to the highest table in his pack hall. "Please sit and allow us to entertain you for a while. The maidens will be called out shortly."
So I sat down and waited. First, the warriors came in and had sparring matches. I watched at first, but soon lost interest when I realized they were repeating the same few moves over and over again.
In a real battlefield, they would have been wiped out already.
When the unmated females were lined up before me, a few stared at me while making little movements with their bodies as if they could somehow seduce me into picking them.
I snorted with cold laughter, and they immediately withdrew their gazes and bowed their heads.
That was more like it.
I moved from one maiden to another, self-satisfaction blooming in the pit of my stomach as I confirmed my mate was not among them.
Seems like the goddess still favors me after all.
I turned to Carter and shook my head, trying to appear regretful. "None of them are my mate."
His eyes, which had been wide with hope, dimmed instantly.
I sneered inside and got up to start leaving, but he stopped me. "Alpha Draven, you may not have found your mate, but I still wish for you to enjoy your time fully here.
Wind Borne pack is known for our hospitality. How could we just let you leave so soon, just because we weren't blessed with the honor of being tied to your pack by marriage?"
I paused for a moment. He's a smooth talker, but he was right. If I left, rumors would likely spread saying I was so disappointed at not finding my mate that I immediately left angrily.
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Carter had excused himself for a while when a woman suddenly burst into the hall. She was bruised in several places, but none of the pack members batted an eye.
I raised an eyebrow. It looks like the Wind Borne pack is worse than I thought.
She bowed to me, and I nodded, permitting her to speak. Her words surprised me. She was a small woman, but she stood boldly in the center of her pack and renounced them, despite knowing they would probably attack her for it the moment I turned my back.
Or perhaps, that's what she had been banking on. My presence here was the perfect opportunity for her to escape the pack without fear for her life. I watched her with a quiet appreciation. This one had the heart of a warrior.
However, her next words shocked me and everyone in the hall.
No, not everyone. I could see the anger instead of surprise on Sophia's face.
I looked to the woman again, when suddenly a sweet scent assaulted my nostrils. It was a blend of cinnamon, vanilla, and honey, and it was coming from her.
My wolf, Ash, was already urging me to go forward quickly and investigate.
I walked towards her, and he was smaller than I had expected. She barely reached my chest, but to her credit, she didn't step back even as I moved closer to her.
I cradled her face in my hand, surprise coloring my voice as I said, "Mate."
Carter burst into the hall and tried to attack my mate. My wolf Ash bristled, ready to attack, but I held him down as I faced Carter and pushed my mate behind my back.
Sophia soon came forward to try to resolve the situation, but her words had Ash bristling even more.
He spoke to me 'Don't tell me you won't punish this woman for speaking badly about our mate?'
I released Carter's hand and asked him. "What exactly happened?"
He shifted uneasily on his feet for a while before explaining the situation to me.
I frowned. "Do you mean, no investigations were conducted, and my mate was punished just because she came out of the room?"
He tried to defend himself, "That's not all, Alpha Draven. When she came out, her hands were deeply covered in blood. She was obviously the murderer."
I stared down at him in silence. Was he stupid or just pretending to be?
"What child, upon seeing their mother lying in a pool of blood, would not try to touch her?
Are you taking me for a fool, Carter?" I finished lowly, a growl slipping out of my lips.
A low moan of discomfort came from behind me, and I turned, only to see my mate fainting.
I immediately stretched out my arms to catch her and pulled her closer to my chest as I said, "This isn't over, Carter. I'll be expecting a proper explanation."
I nodded to my beta, Lucas, who had stood silent beside me all the while. "Let's go."
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9.1
The kingdom of werewolves and Lycans has been plagued by a powerful curse, one that can only be broken by a prophesied healer. For centuries, King Tyler, the Lycan ruler, has carried the burden of a dual curse; the torment of never finding his true mate, and the deadly punishment from the moon goddess for a sin committed by werewolves centuries ago.
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.