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 3
Brooke POV:
The penthouse felt suffocating. I stood by the door, heart pounding.
I wasn't leaving without leverage.
Krystal sauntered in, holding an Apex Pack folder. She adjusted the collar of my bathrobe, revealing a reddish mark on her neck.
I squinted. The edges were too neat. Makeup. Or a curling iron burn. A real Mark pulsed. This was a hickey.
"Still here?" Krystal sneered. "Caleb, baby, Apex sent the contract. They're impressed with the security infrastructure. They think we built a fortress."
"They think Silver Moon built it," Caleb corrected, pouring whiskey. He eyed me. "Which is why you need to hand over the master encryption keys, Brooke. Now."
"Or what?" I asked. "You'll growl at me again?"
"Don't test me. I am your Alpha."
"You're a tyrant. And that infrastructure? It runs on the Alpha Code. It's keyed to my biometrics. Without my daily authentication, the system assumes a hostile takeover."
Caleb froze. "What does that mean?"
"It means," I smiled coldly, "if I don't log in within twenty-four hours, the firewall turns inward. It locks the accounts. Encrypts the data. Shuts down the grid."
Krystal gasped. "She's lying! She's just a weak Omega!"
"Am I?" I looked at Caleb. "Remember the Rogue attack? Who rerouted the sensors? Krystal? Or the 'weak' IT girl?"
Caleb set the glass down. "Give me the keys."
"No."
"I Command you!"
The Alpha Command hit me like a physical blow. A giant hand pushing me down. Submit, the instinct screamed.
I gritted my teeth, sinking.
Then, a flutter in my abdomen.
The pup.
A fierce, protective heat surged from my womb. Not Omega submission, but motherly rage. It pushed back.
I groaned, bones creaking, but I straightened my legs. I stood up.
Caleb's eyes widened. An Omega resisting a direct Command? Unheard of.
"How..."
"I am leaving the Pack," I declared. "I want a buyout. Five million for the patent rights. And I take my personal belongings."
"You're insane," Krystal screeched.
"Then the system crashes at midnight tomorrow," I said. "And when Apex sees your security is a joke, they walk. Silver Moon goes bankrupt."
I walked past them into the bedroom. Krystal tried to block me; I shoved her aside.
I went to the vanity. My expensive herbal lotions-custom formulated to soothe my skin during the pregnancy-were half empty.
"You've been using my things," I said, disgusted.
"I'm improving them," Krystal spat. "You have no taste."
I grabbed my bag, throwing in my laptop, hard drive, and my mother's ring.
"Twenty-four hours, Caleb," I called out. "Wire the money. Or enjoy the stone age."
"Brooke, wait!" Caleb stepped forward, wearing that manipulative mask of concern. "Think about what you're doing. You're emotional. It's... the hormones, isn't it? We can work this out."
"The Pack?" I laughed. "You don't care about the Pack. You care about your ego."
"I care about our future!"
"There is no 'our' future. And you don't deserve to be a father."
His face went pale. "Father? What are you talking about?"
I didn't answer. I opened the door.
"Midnight, Caleb. Tick tock."
I walked out. The moment the door clicked shut, my legs gave out. Resisting the Command had drained me.
My phone buzzed.
Black SUV. North corner. Get in. - E
Easton.
I pushed off the wall. I could feel eyes on me. Not human. Wolf.
Shadows moved in the hallway corners. Blood River warriors. They'd infiltrated the building.
I wasn't safe yet. But I wasn't alone.
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8.0
The craziest thing I've ever done was let a dangerous man touch me, and not pull away.
"Trust me."
Words like that could mess you up in this line of work. Then he did something I didn't expect, he stretched out a hand. Even I knew when not to doubt a helping hand.
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.
But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all.
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.
But in the shadows of his study, "temporary" turned into a dangerous addiction.
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."