Shattered Bond: The Genius Omega's Revenge
I was the lead architect for the Pack's billion-dollar tech company, and I was secretly carrying the Alpha's heir.
I thought the merger would finally make Caleb Mark me.
Instead, I walked into my office to find a mistress sitting in my chair.
Caleb didn't just fire me. When I refused to hand over the encryption keys to the system I built, he locked me in a reinforced closet lined with silver mesh.
For a pregnant wolf, silver is poison.
I pounded on the door until my knuckles bled.
"Caleb! Please! It burns! I'm losing the baby!"
I screamed until my voice broke, feeling the life drain from my womb.
But outside the door, his mistress laughed. "Don't listen to her, Caleb. She's just a weak Omega faking it for attention."
And my Fated Mate believed her.
He left me in that dark box while our son died in a pool of my own blood.
He thought he had broken me. He thought I would die a silent death so he could parade his fake heir around.
He forgot one thing: I wrote the code that runs his entire life.
Three days later, I didn't show up to the hospital morgue.
I rolled my wheelchair onto the stage of his global press conference, flanked by the rival Alpha he feared most.
I held up the remote to the main server.
"You killed my son for a lie, Caleb," I smiled into the microphone as the screens behind him broadcast the footage of his crime. "Now, say goodbye to your empire."
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Chapter 2
Brooke POV:
The wind bit at my exposed cheeks, but the chill inside was worse.
Six weeks ago, the stick turned pink. I'd sat on the bathroom floor, weeping with joy. A pup. Our pup.
I'd made dinner, wearing the blue dress Caleb liked. "Caleb," I'd said, "It's time. The Pack needs to know. About the bond."
He'd pulled away, pouring a drink. "Not now. Investors are skittish. If they find out my mate is an Omega IT girl, the stock drops. They want traditional strength."
"But the Marking," I pleaded. "If you Mark me, your strength flows into me. I'll be the Luna."
"Soon," he'd said. "When the deal is done."
Soon.
"Brooke?" Easton's voice snapped me back to the pavement. "Still there, or did your brain freeze over?"
"I'm here," I gripped the phone. "I need protection. And resources."
"You'll have them. But you know the price of crossing into Blood River."
"I know. I'm worth it."
"We'll see. Stay hidden. I'm sending a car."
I couldn't stay on the street. I needed to gather my things from the penthouse before Caleb changed the locks.
I took the service entrance. I tried to swipe for the executive elevator.
Access Denied.
"Sorry, Ms. Myers."
Dan, the Beta guard who usually asked about my day, now held a baton across his chest.
"I live here, Dan."
"Not anymore. Alpha's orders. No Omegas on the executive floor."
"I need my medication," I lied. "And my mother's locket."
"Get lost, Brooke," a voice sneered from the lobby.
A group of low-ranking Pack members-people I'd helped with loans-looked at me with open disdain.
"Look at her," one whispered. "Thinking she could be Luna just because she's smart."
"Heard she can't even shift. Just gets hairy. Pathetic."
Leo stepped forward. "Hey, leave her alone. She built the system that pays you."
"Shut up, Leo!" Krystal stepped off the elevator, wearing my bathrobe.
My stomach churned.
"Leo," Krystal purred, "Unless you want to be scrubbing toilets, zip it."
She turned to me. "You're causing a scene, Brooke. Embarrassing. This is why Caleb couldn't Mark you. No dignity."
"Dignity?" I stepped closer. I could smell Caleb on her skin. "You're wearing my clothes, sleeping in my bed, and screwing my mate. Don't talk to me about dignity."
Krystal leaned in, whispering. "He was never yours. He told me everything. How you're boring in bed. How you smell like old paper. He needs a real woman."
Rage surged. I wanted to shift, to tear her throat out. But my body was weak.
I pushed past her, sprinting for the stairs. Twelve flights.
I burst into the penthouse. Caleb was packing a bag.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, annoyed.
"Why?" I screamed. "The Moon Goddess gave us to each other!"
He sighed. "The Moon Goddess makes mistakes. Look at you. Frail. The Apex deal requires a strong alliance. Krystal... she has potential."
"Potential? She's a manipulative snake!"
"She is strong!" Caleb roared. "And she will give me strong sons!"
I froze. "Sons?"
"Yes. Heirs. Something you clearly can't provide."
He didn't know. He had no idea I was carrying his heir right now.
"You're wrong," I said softly.
He walked over, touching my cheek. I flinched.
Brooke, his voice echoed in my head. The Mind-Link was static-filled. Don't make this hard. You can stay in the city. I'll pay for an apartment. Be my... consultant. We can still see each other.
I stared at him in horror.
"You want me to be your whore while she plays Luna?"
"It's the best of both worlds," he said, delusional. "I get the strong image, and I get your mind for the business."
I looked at the trash can. A photo of us, glass shattered.
"No." I severed the mental link with a violent shove. He flinched.
"I am not your consultant," I spat. "And I am not your mate."
"You can't reject me," he scoffed. "You're too weak. The pain would kill you."
"Watch me."
I turned to the door. "You chose power over the bond, Caleb. Hope it keeps you warm."
As I slammed the door, my wolf let out a long, mournful howl, then went silent.
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I sighed. Well, roadkill it is then.
I clasped his hand and his firm grip pulled me up out of the line of fire.
***
Cake Coogan survives by her fists and her fury, spending her life fighting in underground rings to keep herself and her mother alive. But one stolen payout, one stranger's intervention, and one accidental bag switch drops her into the crosshairs of Nico Vescari.
Nico Vescari; mafia heir, feared and ruthless, a man who kills with a steady pulse-wants his money back. What he gets instead is Cake: the girl with the iron fists, mismatched eyes, and a journal he should never have read. Fascinated, furious, and threatened by how she makes him feel, he gives her a choice that isn't a choice at all-marry him for a year... or lose the only family she has left.
Thrust into a world of blood feuds, monsters, and merciless mafia politics, Cake becomes both weapon and wife. She's pulled between power plays, underground fights, and a man whose touch feels like fire even when she swears she hates him. Nico's family is dangerous, his enemies worse, and his rules suffocating, but the most lethal thing between them is the feral desire none of them want. As bodies fall and alliances burn, Cake is forced to choose between revenge and the man who has broken her, protected her, and ruined her life in equal measure.
In a story of obsession, betrayal, and savage love, only the strongest survive.
And Cake Coogan is not prey.
7.4
Forced into an unwanted marriage, quiet schoolteacher Delina Brooks is bound to Andrew Kingsley.He is a ruthless billionaire musician, cold and arrogant, and he hates Delina from the moment they wed.
But Andrew's world is not just his own. His glamorous ex-girlfriend, Camilla Laurent, and his manipulative sister, Veronica, are determined to destroy Delina-and reclaim Andrew for themselves. Surrounded by lies, secrets, and relentless enemies, Delina must fight for her dignity, her family, and her future.
As fate twists and turns, one question remains: Will the woman he despised become the only one he can't live without?
9.4
They threw a prince into the river. A warrior climbed out.
Seven-year-old Marcus watched his parents die, betrayed by the uncle he trusted. Cast into beast-filled waters, left for dead, he should have perished. Instead, he survived-and began plotting revenge. For ten years, hiding his royal identity at a remote academy, Marcus trains in secret, driven by one burning purpose: make them all pay.
But when he finally returns to reclaim his throne, he'll uncover a truth more devastating than any betrayal: his parents are alive, and his suffering was their plan all along. Now Marcus must decide. Will he become the monster his enemies created, or the hero his broken kingdom desperately needs?
7.4
Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy.
Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved.
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Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her.
Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.
8.3
Sandra was a mistress: a temporary escape for billionaire David Kingsley.
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When David brutally casts her back into the poverty she fought to escape, Sandra plays her final card: a lie about a pregnancy to keep him tied to her.
The lie becomes a terrifying reality just as David announces his "perfect" life is expanding with a child of his own.
Now, Sandra isn't just a discarded mistress; she's a woman with a secret that could topple an empire.
How far will a woman go when she has nothing left to lose but the life growing inside her?
7.1
In my past life, my fiancé Grayson Falcone locked me in an abandoned warehouse to die of a fever while he paraded his mistress around the city.
I opened my eyes and was reborn right on the night of the Plaza Hotel gala.
Just like before, Grayson swam right past me in the freezing fountain, pulling his dripping mistress into his arms in front of New York's elite mafia families.
He publicly shattered our honor, leaving me to face absolute social death.
But this time, Damon Falcone—Grayson's uncle and the most feared Don in the city—stepped out of the shadows, wrapped me in his coat, and carried me away.
To safely destroy the betrothal, I decided to become Grayson's worst nightmare. I played the suffocatingly devoted fiancée, even "accidentally" feeding him his lethal allergen.
But my plan completely backfired.
Instead of breaking the engagement, Grayson developed a sick, morbid fascination with my lethal intentions.
Even worse, Damon cornered me in his private shooting range, his eyes burning with a terrifying, dark obsession as he pinned me against his chest.
I didn't understand why my calculated revenge was spiraling so dangerously out of control.
Thanks to the vicious rumors about Damon carrying me away, the furious family matriarch slammed her hand on the table to protect the family's honor.
"The rumors end now. Grayson and Isabella will marry next month."