Revenge Of The Fallen Omega
After Lila Stark, a wolfless Omega is rejected by her mate, the ruthless Billionaire Alpha Sebastian for crimes she didn't commit, her family is killed and she manages to escape death, forced to start afresh.
Things don't go as planned for her when she's murdered by rogues but luckily for her, the moon goddess grants her another life and she's no longer the wolfless omega.
She's back with a wolf and one mission.
Now,Alpha Sebastian is in need of a bride to secure his inheritance, he launches a competition to select the most worthy female wolf to be his bride and Luna and Lila with a new face and name she enters his world once again becoming everything he wants in a bride.
This time she's not the weak Omega he rejected
but his perfect match and worst nightmare...
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Chapter 2
THREE DAYS LATER
LILA
Sebastian really kept to his promise, leaving me here on this cell to rot.
Not once has a guard or a maid come to offer me anything.
Whenever they came around, they would torture, beat me, insulting me and accusing me for things I didn't do.
I've been so thirsty that I had no choice but to drink the water dripping from the ceiling. Now I sit surrounded by my vomit, falling sick from the dirt in the water.
Goddess please you can take me now, I say in my head,it would have been better if they fed me to the dogs at least I would have been at peace.
"Miss Lila, are you still here ?" a small feminine voice I recognize calls out and surprise fills me.
"Oh Miss Lila, thank goddess, I thought you had died already !" A maid I remember as Eloise kneels next to my cell.
"You shouldn't be here Eloise, why are you risking your life? "
"Don't worry about that Miss, the guards have been called upon by the Alpha and this is the only time you have to make a run for it. " she says as she hands me a small loaf of bread.
I gulp it down in two bites like a starved animal and give her a grateful smile.
"Thank you so much," I say, wiping my mouth, as my hunger eases.
"No need to thank me Miss, I remember everything your family did for me, consider this your repayment." she says as she unlocks my cell door.
"Good bye Miss, please stay safe," she says as she hurriedly leaves, not giving me the opportunity to thank her well.
Rising to my feet, I walk on my tiptoes as softly as I can until I'm out of my cell and make a run for it.
•••
I run until my feet hurt but I don't stop because stopping means getting caught and I can't risk that.
I know that I haven't covered a long distance yet because I'm not like other members of my pack that have their wolves. All I have is my human strength so I try my best to make it count.
I finally catch my breath when I see a sign post welcoming me to Northampton ville, the neighboring pack city.
During the time of my escape, I hatched a plan to start afresh and find a job, any job that could accept me I am willing to take on to survive.
"Good day Madam, please I'm searching for a job." I greet as I walk into an empty bar, addressing the lady in front of the counter.
She looks up from the book her nose was stuck in and her lips twist into a grimace as she eyes me, regarding my appearance.
I didn't even notice the stains on my dress and tearsI got. They were the least of my worries and I just hoped the lady would give me a shot.
"Weren't you taught that you should look presentable when applying for a job ? You didn't even bother to use some perfume ! "
"I'm sorry ma'am I coul-"
" Save your useless apology," she says, pushing me towards the bathroom.
"You will work days in the bathrooms and nights as a prostitute, one wrong move and I will throw you back in the gutters where you belong."
•••
The next day I start working and I'm thankful that I'm given a room to stay in the servants quarters.
It is small with a tiny bed but definitely better than rotting in a cell.
I was given a uniform to wear for the day time and three sets of skimpy corsets,some makeup and high heels for the night time and I quickly shrug into them when I hear a bang on my room door before it is flung open.
"Girl! Why are you still here keeping my clients waiting ? If you waste more time, you're going back to the streets that you belong to!" my boss says.
"Yes Madam, I was just dressing to-" I'm unable to complete my sentence due to the slap that she plasters on my cheeks before pulling me out forcefully.
I swallow my gasp and force my eyes to remain dry, it's either this or rotting in a cell, I remind myself.
"You're talking back to me? One more stupid excuse and you're out of here."
My gaze remains on the floor as she pulls me towards a room that reeks of alcohol.
"Why did it take you so long to fetch my pet for the night, Pen?" the handsome man sitting in the middle of the room asks. His gaze roams my features hungrily, zoning in on the swell of my breasts.
Sweat cascades down my spine and my gaze finds the floor as bile rises in my throat.
"I'm so sorry Beta Arden, we had some issues but she's here now, I promise she'll be worth your time." Pen bows and throws me a warning glance before leaving the room.
" Is this how you greet your Beta? Where are your manners, young lady?" Beta Arden asks as he fills the space between us, handling a fist full of my hair and forcing me to my knees.
"I'm sorry ... " I choke out. Knowing what will happen if i don't do what he wants and give him what he wants from me tonight.
In a split second, his trousers are off and his already swollen dick springs free. He grips my head so tight that it starts to pound as he shoves his manhood into my mouth, pumping relentlessly and in no time, he spills himself into my mouth.
I pull my head forcefully from his grip and spill the contents of my mouth on the floor.
"Stupid bitch, who gave you the right to pull away ?" he growls, he punches my jaw which sends me flying across the floor.
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7.5
The Duke was standing in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted to one side. It was a relaxed, casual pose, and yet the way he looked at her was anything but casual. The deep midnight of his eyes burned and he radiated a subtle, sensual energy that made the air around him crackle.
He looked like a man who'd never heard the word 'no' in all his life. Unluckily for him, 'no' was the only word she had.
"There's no reason why I should stay," Anna clasped her shaking hands together in an effort to still them. "I'm not marrying you."
His gaze flickered, his mouth curving slightly, and she had the disturbing thought that far from putting him off, her insistence was only inciting him further.
"But you haven't heard my proposal yet," he said mildly. "Isn't that why you're here?"
"I don't need to hear it. I already know that my answer will be no."
"Of course. But you can hardly tell your father that you heard me out when you haven't, in fact, heard me out.... Anna."
9.6
Areli was the hardest-working medic in the Blackridge Clan, but her efforts only earned her the title of a useless burden.
Her supposed lover, Eugene, and her senior mentor, Gloria, lured her to the edge of the deadly Blackwind Cliff and shoved her straight into the abyss.
She miraculously survived the freefall, only to return and find Gloria standing before the entire clan, wearing a mask of fake sorrow.
"Look! The traitor is back! She eloped with wild males!" Gloria shrieked.
Eugene stepped up, looking heartbroken, and publicly accused her of betraying his love.
The crowd erupted, raining hisses and boos upon her, completely ignoring the horrific, life-threatening bruises that covered her battered body.
They blindly believed the lies, treating her like garbage while Gloria secretly plotted to poison her water and destroy her completely.
Areli felt a chilling sense of betrayal. How could the man who claimed to love her watch her fall with such cold eyes?
To make matters worse, her modern biochemist instincts revealed a terrifying truth: she was unexpectedly pregnant with the child of a savage Warlord she had encountered in the wild.
In this brutal, primitive world, showing any weakness was an absolute death sentence.
But she wasn't going to cower or run away.
Refusing the Warlord's offer to simply rescue her, Areli calmly placed a highly toxic herb on her drying rack and left her tent flap open.
The bait was set. Now, she just had to wait for the screams.
8.5
A spiked martini at her second-anniversary party led Amelia to stumble into a dark VIP suite, where she unexpectedly lost her virginity to a stranger.
Returning home, the morning light revealed her husband, Kyler, reeking of another woman's perfume, with red lipstick on his collar and a fresh scratch below his ear.
The suffocating guilt of her own mistake instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp block of ice. Kyler, instead of apologizing, mocked her and threatened to cut off her ailing mother's nursing home funding if she didn't play the loving wife.
His two years of coldness and refusal to touch her, claiming stress, were exposed as a pathetic, disgusting lie. Amelia, refusing to be a victim, filed for divorce and began a digital hunt for the IP address that had wiped the club's security servers.
Amidst this escalating fight, she encountered Kyler's formidable half-brother, Jonas Brown, her old academic rival. The familiar scent of crisp cedar and dark tobacco, combined with a fresh scratch on his hand, sparked a terrifying, impossible suspicion.
Then, trapped in his car, a phone call confirmed her custom Cartier ring was missing from the very penthouse suite where she'd spent that fateful night. The horrifying truth slammed into her: Jonas was the stranger. Without a word, she Venmoed him $5,000.00 with the note: "Service fee and hush money." This was war.
8.3
"Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light."
Evelyn never meant to uncover the truth.
But one question won't leave her mind
What's really on those tapes?
What begins as curiosity drags her into a world of secrets, danger, and a man who is everything she should fear.
Lucas is darkness wrapped in temptation.
Ruthless. Dangerous. Untouchable.
He warns her away.
He gives her a chance to run.
But Evelyn doesn't.
Because there's something about him that pulls her closer even when every instinct scream to escape.
He's the villain everyone fears.
And the one she can't stop craving.
In a world where nothing is safe and desire is a weapon, Evelyn must decide:
Run from the monster...
or fall straight into his arms.
Because something can be both delicate and violent.
And loving Lucas might be the most dangerous choice she'll ever make.
9.4
I was standing in the center of the gallery, holding a glass of expensive champagne, when the screens behind me flickered and my life ended.
It was supposed to be an art unveiling, but the monitors shifted to fake footage of me handing evidence to the FBI.
My fiancé, Ethan, looked at me like I was a sick dog that needed to be put down.
My father slapped me across the face in front of everyone, disowning me to save his own skin.
That was when Luca Vitti, the city’s most dangerous man, stepped in.
He cleared the room and took my hand.
I thought he was saving me.
I didn't realize he was just collecting a new pet.
I was locked in his estate, isolated and terrified.
Then, my healthy mother suddenly "died" of pneumonia in a Vitti clinic.
Days later, I saw Luca’s frail stepsister, Clara, breathing easily for the first time in her life.
She had my mother’s lungs.
I became nothing more than a breeding vessel.
When I fell pregnant, I overheard Luca and Ethan planning my death.
"Once the kid is cut out, she's a loose end," Luca had said.
They were going to kill me and give my son to the woman who stole my mother's breath.
I couldn't let that happen.
So, I staged a tragedy.
I induced labor in secret, hid my living son, and placed a fake corpse in the crib with a note: The Vitti Legacy.
I escaped while they mourned.
Five years later, Luca finally found the doctor’s confession.
He learned that Clara had orchestrated everything.
He opened the velvet box I left behind and realized it was empty.
Now, he knows I didn't kill his son.
I saved him from becoming a monster like his father.
8.4
Running from her father's rejection, Isabella arrives in London determined to start over, only to walk straight into temptation and danger. Her obsessive ex is waiting at the airport. And the stranger from her one reckless, unforgettable night in New York is now her new billionaire boss.
*************
"Hello, Isabella." Mateo Rossi's voice is low, smooth, and dangerously familiar, sending heat curling through her before she can stop it.
She freezes. He leans back, eyes dark and unreadable, lingering on her just a little too long.
"I never knew Nathan had a daughter like you," he says softly. "All grown up." Relief floods her.
He doesn't recognize her. Not the girl from that night. Not the one who lost control in his arms. Or he does, and he is choosing to pretend. Because Mateo watches her like she belongs to him. He tests her, corners her, pushes her past every limit she thought she had. Doors close.
Tempers snap. Boundaries blur. And Isabella realizes something far more dangerous than her past catching up to her. London was never her escape. It is his world. And this time, Mateo Rossi has no intention of letting her walk away.