Follow
Chapters
Share
The Invisible Omega: Awakening the Secret White Wolf Novel Cover

The Invisible Omega: Awakening the Secret White Wolf

For three years, I was the invisible Omega scrubbing Alpha Kane’s floors, hiding the secret that we were Fated Mates. I thought my silence and devotion would eventually win him over, especially after I shifted to save his life from a mutated bear. But then I heard his voice through the Mind-Link, cold and mocking, speaking to Serra, the woman he intended to make Luna. "She is just a tool," he laughed. "A shield to keep the elders off my back while I secure our alliance. You are the only one I want." My heart shattered, but the true knife twist came during the rogue ambush at the bar. While I was cornered by a wolf wielding a knife, Kane didn't even look at me. He threw his body over Serra, letting rogues tear his flesh to protect her, while leaving me to die. He broke every instinct of the mate bond to save a woman who didn't even have a scratch on her. I watched him bleed for her, and my love finally turned to ash. I didn't wait for him to heal. I didn't wait for him to realize Serra was actually a human spy using dark magic to fool the pack. I severed the bond, rejected him under the full moon, and walked into the snow. Five years later, a crippled, broken Alpha crawled to the border of my new territory. "Lilith, please," Kane begged, kneeling in the frost, his eyes desperate. "I was a fool. I need you." I looked down at him, my hand resting securely in the grip of the most powerful Alpha in the North. "You don't need me, Kane," I said coldly. "You just need someone to save you from the hell you built."
Chapters
Share

Chapter 2

Lilith POV

I didn't get far.

The forest was unforgiving, a labyrinth of shadows and biting wind. My grief was no longer just an emotion; it was a physical weight, dragging my feet through the deepening snow. I collapsed under the shelter of a large oak tree, shivering not merely from the cold, but from the shock ravaging my system.

My Mind-Link was still open. I hadn't figured out how to block it completely yet-I was just an Omega, untrained in the art of mental shielding.

Where is she?

Kane's voice reverberated in my head. It wasn't worried. It was annoyed. The appetizers are running low.

She's gone, Alpha, a Gamma warrior reported through the link. Her scent trail leads to the border.

Gone? Kane let out a mental scoff that grated against my skull like sandpaper. She's doing this for attention. She wants me to chase her. She thinks this little stunt will prove her 'passion'.

I curled into a ball, biting my lip until I tasted copper. He thought my heartbreak was a negotiation tactic.

Let her freeze for a few hours, Kane commanded, his tone dismissive. She'll come crawling back when she gets hungry. In the meantime... let us proceed.

I wanted to close my mind, to shut him out, but I was paralyzed.

Pack of Blood Moon! Kane's voice projected to everyone, amplified by his Alpha authority. Tonight is a night of celebration. Not just for the Solstice, but for our future.

No. Please, no.

I present to you my chosen mate. The one who will lead beside me. Serra of Silver Lake!

The mental cheer from the Pack was deafening. It echoed in my head like a thunderclap, shattering whatever hope I had left.

I lay there for hours. The cold seeped into my marrow, numbing my fingers and toes.

Eventually, a pair of rough hands grabbed my shoulders. I flinched, expecting a Rogue.

"Get up, girl."

It was a patrol from the border. Not Rogues. Kane's warriors. They dragged me back, not out of concern, but because the Alpha had ordered the 'trash' to be collected.

They didn't take me to the Healer. They dragged me straight to the center of the Pack grounds.

The ceremony was still ongoing, though it had transitioned into a bonfire party. The air smelled thickly of roasted meat and ale.

I stood there, shivering in my dirt-stained clothes, my hair a tangled mess of twigs and ice. The music stopped. The laughter died down. Hundreds of eyes turned to me.

Kane sat on a makeshift throne of logs, a goblet of wine in his hand. Serra was perched on his lap, looking pristine in a white fur coat.

"Look who decided to return," Kane said, his voice smooth and loud, carrying easily over the crackling fire. He didn't stand up. "Did the cold teach you some manners, Lilith?"

The Pack chuckled. A low, cruel sound.

Serra uncoiled from his lap and walked toward me. She moved with the grace of someone who knew they had won. She stopped a foot away, wrinkling her nose.

"Oh, Lilith," she sighed, shaking her head. "You look terrible. Kane told me you ran off. Trying to make a scene on my big night?"

She reached out and patted my cheek. It was patronizing, like one would pet a dirty dog.

"You're young," she said, loud enough for the crowd to hear. "You don't understand how Alpha politics work. You thought working hard would make you royalty? Some things... you just have to be born for."

"Or sleep your way into," I muttered.

The silence was instant.

Serra's eyes narrowed. Kane stood up, his Alpha aura flaring. It hit me like a wave of heat, forcing my head down.

"Watch your tongue, Omega," Kane growled. "Serra is your Luna now. You will show respect."

He walked over and draped his arm around Serra's waist, pulling her close. He looked at me with eyes that held no recognition of the girl who had saved his life.

"You are lucky I am merciful," Kane said. "You abandoned your duties. But Serra has asked me to be kind. So, you can stay. But you are stripped of your rank as Head Omega. You will clean the latrines until I say otherwise."

He waited for me to cry. He waited for me to beg.

But something inside me had snapped in the woods. The fear was gone, replaced by a cold, hollow void.

I looked at Kane. I really looked at him. He wasn't a god. He was just a man who needed to step on others to feel tall.

"I wish you happiness," I said. My voice was hoarse, but steady. "Both of you."

It wasn't a blessing. It was a goodbye.

Kane blinked, surprised by my lack of hysterics.

"Bless you," I repeated, turning my back on him.

"I didn't dismiss you!" Kane roared, the Alpha Command lashing out like a whip.

My knees buckled, forced down by the magic in his voice. I hit the dirt hard. But I kept my head up.

I looked up at the moon, bright and full above the bonfire.

I reject you, I thought, focusing every ounce of my pain into the bond. Kane, Alpha of Blood Moon, I reject you as my Mate.

I felt a tear in my soul, a silent snap that only I could hear.

You may also like

After I Found Out He Slept with His Best Friend’s Girl Novel Cover
9.4
It was my twenty-seventh birthday. Spencer went out to pick up my favorite cake from a bakery in SoHo. I stayed in our apartment, curled up on the sofa. I reached for his laptop to queue up a movie. We shared passwords. We shared everything. There were no secrets between us. Or so I thought. I moved the mouse. The screen woke up instantly.
Alpha Pays for Deception Novel Cover
8.1
The pack house felt different tonight, though I couldn't place why until Charles walked through the front door at nearly midnight. The familiar sound of his boots on the hardwood should have brought comfort after his long patrol, but instead, something twisted in my stomach. He moved with that same confident Alpha stride, his dark hair tousled from the wind, but there was something else. Something that made my wolf stir uneasily within me. "You're late," I said softly from where I sat curled on the leather sofa, a half-finished cup of chamomile tea growing cold in my hands. Charles barely glanced my way as he shrugged off his jacket. "Patrol ran long. You know how it is." But I didn't know how it was. Not anymore. Because as he moved closer, that wrongness I'd sensed crystallized into something concrete, something that made my Luna instincts scream in alarm.
Betrayed Wife's Bold Escape Novel Cover
7.9
I checked my watch as the Uber pulled up to our Presidio Heights home. Four hours early. Cameron wasn't expecting me until tonight—the perfect surprise after landing the Westbrook account in Seattle. My heels clicked against the marble foyer as I set down my carry-on, the house eerily quiet except for the distant hum of the air conditioning. "Cameron?" I called out, my voice echoing through our minimalist modern home. No answer. I slipped off my blazer and headed toward our home office, hoping to finalize the contract details before he returned. The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating dust particles dancing in the air. Cameron's laptop sat open on the desk, screen still glowing—unusual for my meticulous husband who treated his devices like extensions of himself. I moved to close it when a notification flashed across the screen.
His Father’s Secret Wife Slapped My Mother-in-Law at a Charity Auction Novel Cover
8.7
Sienna Blackwell thought attending a charity gala with her mother-in-law Margot would be a quiet evening of fine art and champagne. Instead, a woman named Diane stormed the stage, slapped Margot across the face, and declared herself Sterling Blackwell’s “real wife.” With Sterling’s black Amex in her hand and the gala crowd turning hostile, Sienna called the one person who could end this—her husband, Weston. But Weston didn’t defend them. He called Diane “Mom” and denied knowing Sienna entirely. As Margot collapsed from a heart condition and security refused to help, Sienna realized the betrayal went deeper than a con artist’s scheme. Someone inside the Blackwell family had given this woman everything she needed to destroy them. Now Sienna must protect her unconscious mother-in-law, expose the conspiracy, and survive a public humiliation that’s being livestreamed to millions—all before the real Sterling Blackwell arrives and the truth detonates.
Divorce Over Secret Son Novel Cover
7.8
I smoothed my hands over the midnight blue gown, the silk cool against my fingertips as I studied my reflection in the mirror. Five months pregnant, the gentle swell of my belly was just becoming noticeable beneath the carefully tailored fabric. A new beginning. That's what this baby represented—proof that James and I had survived the storm of his affair three years ago. I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, a nervous habit I'd never managed to break, and reviewed the talking points for tonight's charity gala. As one of Seattle General's leading cardiac surgeons, I was expected to mingle with potential donors, speak eloquently about our new pediatric wing, and represent the hospital with the same precision I brought to the operating room. "You look beautiful," James said, appearing in the doorway of our downtown condo's master bedroom. His blue eyes lingered on my reflection, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I returned his smile, though something fluttered uneasily in my chest. Three years of rebuilding trust was a long time, yet sometimes I still caught myself searching his face for signs of deception.
Husband's Affair & Son's Death Novel Cover
9.6
The fluorescent lights of New York Presbyterian's waiting room buzzed overhead, casting a sickly glow that made everything look unnatural. I sat hunched in a plastic chair, my fingers absently stroking the worn fabric of Dash's favorite stuffed dinosaur—a green triceratops he'd named "Spike." The toy still smelled like him—a mix of baby shampoo and the chocolate chip cookies I'd let him have before we left for what should have been a routine procedure. My eyes fixed on the double doors leading to the surgical wing. Any minute now, they'd swing open and Dominick would walk out, his surgical mask pulled down around his neck, that confident smile that had first drawn me to him at med school telling me everything went perfectly. But something felt wrong. Dominick had been acting strange all morning, claiming a sudden fever had hit him just as we were heading to the hospital. He'd kissed Dash's forehead and promised to join the procedure as soon as possible. "Just a small cavity filling," he'd assured me. "Dahlia's one of our best residents. She can handle it while I rest in the on-call room." I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time.