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 6
Elena POV
"What is it, witch doctor?" Draven asked as the witch doctor drew several symbols on the ground with ash before kneeling in the center.
She didn't respond.
A wave of anxiety so strong I thought it would make me faint rose inside my stomach.
Was something really wrong with me? What if it were something that couldn't be fixed? What would I do then?
She knelt for a long time, switching between chanting and singing at intervals. Her song sent shivers down my spine, and I glanced at my arm to see that goosebumps had risen on my skin.
"I can't help you, Alpha." The witch doctor said to Draven, stumbling as finally she rose to her feet, her face as white as a plain sheet of paper.
Draven frowned when she finished speaking. "What do you mean you can't help me? It's your duty to find solutions to these kinds of problems."
"It's not that I don't want to help," she said softly. "I just can't."
"Why?" Draven asked, an edge in his voice that hadn't been there previously.
"There's a seal on her." The witch doctor said. "A very powerful seal, but it's cracking under the weight of the ability it's meant to suppress."
"W-what do you mean by an ability?" My voice shook as I looked from Draven to the witch doctor and back to Draven again. He looked just as stunned as I felt. "I don't have an ability."
"Are you sure about this?" Draven turned to the witch doctor. "No mistakes?"
"I'm sure." She said, her voice growing cold. "Have you ever known me to make mistakes?"
"I don't doubt your skills, Draven said. "I just find it a bit hard to believe, considering how she was being treated at her pack."
"Child." The witch doctor turned to me again, her voice softer now. "Can you tell me when you started experiencing this?"
"I-I don't know if both situations are related., I said, sparing a glance at Draven. "B-but when I rejected the mate bond between my previous mate, it felt as if something loosened within me.
I thought it was the mate bond at the time, but now I'm not so sure." I finished with a whisper.
"It was most likely the seal." She said, raising a hand to her chin. When she dropped it, a little bit of ash was left in its place. "What I don't understand is why it chose that moment to crack."
I swallowed dryly. "It's not supposed to do that?"
"No." She said. "It's not."
I swallowed thickly but couldn't stop myself from asking. "What kind of power do I have, witch doctor? When you held my hand, what did you see?"
The witch doctor visibly stiffened at my question, her lips parted for a while, but no sound came out.
Then she let out a long breath. "I saw darkness, child. It was like I had come face-to-face with an abyss that wanted to swallow me whole. It was nothing like any ability I'd ever seen."
She shuddered and continued. "Only the oddess knows how much stronger it would be once the seal finally wears off completely."
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The walk back to the palace was silent, with Draven and me both lost in our thoughts.
I glanced down at the charms the witch doctor had made into a bracelet and given to me.
'It won't do much," she'd said. "But it will reduce the pain when the seal loosens again. Come to me immediately if you notice any cracks on the charms.'
I clutched the bracelet tightly, still reeling from the knowledge that I wasn't as ordinary as I'd believed.
Abilities used to be common in the old days, but they are rare now. Excluding me, there were probably only around ten people who had abilities, with Draven being one of them.
Draven stopped walking, and I bumped into his back. I looked up at him resentfully, but he was still facing forward,d so he couldn't see the expression on my face.
"W-why did you stop?" I asked when he just stood there without saying anything.
"You were sighing." He said coldly, turning to face me.
I blinked up at him, not knowing how to respond.
After a moment of quietly watching me, he turned around and continued walking, his pace much faster this time.
My thoughts were pushed to the back of my mind as I hurried to catch up with him, panting heavily.
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I clutched my nose as I almost bumped into him again. Fortunately, I'd kept a small distance between us, so I wasn't caught unawares when he stopped in front of a door without any warning.
His face was colder than the wind on early winter mornings as he turned to me.
"Do you need something else? The pain has stopped now, hasn't it?"
I looked down at the bracelet. "No, I don't..."
"If you don't need anything," he cut in before I could finish my sentence. "Then go back to your room."
He gave me a once-over as he leaned against a wall. "You don't need me to carry you there, do you?"
Heat traveled from my toes to my spine before finding its way to my cheeks.
"No. I whispered. "I don't."
"Good." He said. "I've already accepted you as my mate, so you can stay for now. Whatever you want, you can ask the servants.
But that's all you get. Do not hope for anything more; there is nothing more."
I swallowed past the lump that had formed in my throat.
For now.
"What is it?" He asked impatiently when I opened and closed my mouth several times without a single word coming out.
"D-do you have someone else you love, Draven?"
His face turned dark, and he straightened up, towering over me in his full height. "That's none of your business.
I did not wish for this. I never wanted a mate. I never wanted you. I don't care what you do here as long as you don't overstep, but my rooms are off limits. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Alpha." I whimpered, suppressing the urge to fall to my knees.
He opened the door and stalked in, slamming it closed.
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My thighs burned as I walked. For some reason, walking back to my room seemed to take much more time than when I'd been walking with Draven.
I wiped a line of sweat that had dribbled its way down my chin.
"Excuse me." I approached a man and a woman who were walking in my direction.
They stopped and looked me over. The man asks, "What is it?"
"I'm sorry to bother you," I said. "But can you lead me to my room?"
A crease formed between his brows. "And who are you?"
"I'm the Luna," I said. "The palace is so huge, and I haven't figured out how to get to my room yet, so could you lead me there?"
The look in his eyes changed, then he laughed. "You're the Luna. Right. Then I'm the Alpha king."
I looked from him to the woman, only to notice her watching me as well, her gaze lingering on my clothes.
"I-I just came here yesterday," I said, curling my hands into fists to stop them from trembling. "I haven't had a chance to bathe yet.
Please, if you could just help me out."
"I'm too busy for this nonsense." The man said. "I don't know what kind of delusion you're suffering from, but Alpha does not have a Luna.
I suggest you wake up soon before you get yourself in trouble."
He walked away, then turned back when he noticed his companion wasn't following. "Jessica, aren't you coming along?"
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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.