The omega who stole the alpha's power
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Ivy Vale is a low-ranking omega who has spent her entire life enduring humiliation, rejection, and silence. When fate reveals Alpha King Rowan Blackwood as her destined mate, Ivy dares to hope for a future beyond survival.
That hope is brutally destroyed during the public mating ceremony, where Rowan coldly rejects her before the entire pack, choosing another woman as his future Luna.
But the severing of their bond awakens something ancient within Ivy.
In seconds, Rowan loses his Alpha dominance, collapsing before his people, while Ivy absorbs his authority, becoming the most powerful werewolf alive.
As chaos erupts across the territories, Ivy learns her omega identity was a lie. Her bloodline descends from the Primordial Alpha Wolf the first ruler of all werewolves. Her power threatens to rewrite pack hierarchy and destroy centuries of tradition.
Forced into close proximity with the man who betrayed her, Ivy must navigate political conspiracies, assassination attempts, and growing emotional turmoil as Rowan struggles to regain his honor, protect her life, and earn forgiveness.
Enemies rise, wars ignite, and ancient secrets unravel, revealing that Ivy's destiny is far greater than being a mate she is meant to rule.
Torn between vengeance and love, Ivy must decide whether to claim her throne alone or risk her heart one final time for the man who once shattered it.
The omega who stole the alpha's power Chapter 1
Ivy Vale had always known she was nothing.
Not truly nothing but close enough.
An omega.
The lowest rank in the pack hierarchy. Weak. Disposable. Silent.
From the day she could walk, she had learned to keep her head bowed, her eyes lowered, her scent muted. Omegas were not meant to attract attention. They existed to serve, to obey, to survive.
And Ivy had survived.
Barely.
She scrubbed the marble floors of the Alpha palace on her knees, her fingers raw from lye soap and cold water. The Great Hall loomed above her - towering pillars, silver chandeliers, wolf insignias carved into every wall. A place built for power.
A place she did not belong.
"Ivy!"
Her supervisor's sharp voice cracked through the hall.
"Yes, ma'am." Ivy rose quickly, lowering her head.
"The Alpha King returns tonight. Every surface must shine. If I see a single streak"
"I understand."
The woman sniffed. "You always do. Now hurry."
Ivy nodded and returned to her work, moving faster. Her heart pounded harder than her hands.
The Alpha King.
Rowan Blackwood.
Ruler of ten territories. Supreme Alpha. Descendant of one of the founding bloodlines. The most powerful werewolf alive.
And tonight, he was coming home.
Excitement buzzed through the entire pack. Warriors had been training for days. Omegas whispered excitedly in the kitchens. Even the elders moved with nervous anticipation.
For Ivy, though, the feeling clawing inside her chest was something else.
Unease.
She had felt strange all day restless, breathless, her wolf pacing endlessly beneath her skin. Every sound seemed sharper. Every scent stronger. The air itself felt charged, thick with tension.
Something was coming.
She just didn't know what.
By sunset, the palace shimmered. Torches lined the marble walkways. Warriors formed ranks outside the massive iron gates. Drums began to thunder across the valley.
The Alpha King had arrived.
Ivy tried to remain invisible as servants gathered at the edges of the hall, waiting to serve. But the moment Rowan Blackwood stepped inside, the entire world seemed to tilt.
Power flooded the room.
His dominance slammed into her like a physical force, knocking the breath from her lungs.
Ivy gasped.
Her knees weakened.
She grabbed the edge of a column to stay upright, her pulse roaring in her ears.
What... is this?
Rowan stood tall and lethal beneath the crystal chandeliers. Dark hair, sharp jaw, storm-grey eyes that missed nothing. His presence commanded submission. Even seasoned warriors lowered their gazes.
But Ivy couldn't look away.
Because something else hit her next.
A pull.
Not gentle.
Not soft.
It yanked at her soul.
Her wolf howled.
Mate.
The word thundered through her entire being.
Her chest burned. Her veins felt like fire. Every instinct inside her surged toward him.
No.
No, no, no.
This wasn't possible.
She was an omega.
He was the Alpha King.
Their worlds did not touch.
Her breath came out in ragged bursts. Panic clawed up her throat as realization crashed into her.
Rowan Blackwood was her mate.
Fate had bound her a powerless omega to the most untouchable male in all werewolf territory.
Tears blurred her vision.
This was a cruel joke.
A punishment.
A death sentence.
Because everyone knew what happened to omegas who dreamed beyond their rank.
They were crushed.
Rowan's gaze swept the hall, acknowledging his elders, his generals, his warriors.
And then
His eyes locked onto hers.
The connection snapped tight.
The world vanished.
For a heartbeat, it was only them.
Shock flickered across his face.
Recognition.
His dominance surged, violent and overwhelming. Ivy's legs gave out.
She dropped to her knees.
The moment shattered.
Rowan masked his expression instantly, cold indifference sliding into place.
As if she were nothing.
As if she were invisible.
The pain in her chest turned unbearable.
That night, Ivy barely slept.
Every time she closed her eyes, she felt him. His presence. His power. His rejection.
She knew what came next.
A public mating ceremony would soon be announced. The pack would witness the Alpha King claim his Luna.
And Ivy would watch her heart be ripped out.
Morning arrived with brutal speed.
Drums thundered through the palace.
A summons.
All pack members were ordered to gather in the Great Hall.
Ivy's stomach twisted as dread wrapped around her lungs.
She joined the crowd, standing among the omegas at the far edges of the chamber. Whispers buzzed around her.
"The Alpha King is choosing his Luna today."
"I heard it's Seraphine Ashcroft."
"Of course it is. High-born. Powerful. Perfect."
The words stabbed.
The doors opened.
Rowan strode in, regal and untouchable, Seraphine Ashcroft at his side.
Beautiful. Elegant. Glowing.
The future Luna.
Ivy's chest caved.
Rowan lifted his hand, and silence fell.
"By the laws of our ancestors," he announced, his voice cold and commanding, "I, Rowan Blackwood, Alpha King of the Northern Territories, hereby present my chosen mate."
He turned to Seraphine.
A soft murmur swept the hall.
Pride gleamed in Seraphine's eyes as she stepped forward.
Ivy swayed.
Her wolf whimpered.
Then Rowan's gaze flicked toward her.
For a moment, his jaw tightened.
His voice cut through the hall like a blade.
"I reject the bond bestowed upon me by fate."
The words slammed into her chest.
"I reject Ivy Vale."
The room exploded into gasps.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Humiliation burned through her veins.
Every eye turned to her.
She stood frozen as the weight of his rejection crushed her.
Tears spilled freely now.
"I claim Seraphine Ashcroft as my true Luna."
The world shattered.
Agony tore through Ivy's body.
She screamed.
Pain unlike anything she had ever known ripped through her chest, her bones, her blood.
She collapsed.
But beneath the agony...
Something ancient stirred.
Power surged.
Her wolf rose.
And the Alpha King suddenly cried out.
Rowan staggered.
His dominance shattered.
He fell to his knees.
And Ivy's eyes flew open glowing with terrifying blue fire.
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The omega who stole the alpha's power of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
9.7
Luna Elena Frost was never chosen, only assigned.
Bound to Alpha Alaric Ashbourne through a cold contractual marriage, she endures three years as a Luna in name only. He never comes home, never defends her, and never looks at her, while his heart belongs to another woman.
At his grandmother's funeral, Alaric publicly dissolves their marriage, humiliating Elena before the entire pack. In that moment, she finally understands the truth. She was never wanted.
But the Moon has not abandoned her.
A forgotten night resurfaces. Her long-silent wolf begins to awaken. And secrets buried within her bloodline start to surface, drawing danger from every direction.
Cast out by the pack that once used her, Elena must flee, survive, and uncover her true power.
Only then does the Alpha realize his mistake.
By the time he turns back in regret, the Luna he rejected may already be gone forever.
8.0
On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband-
She was pregnant.
But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow-he wanted a divorce.
His fated mate had returned.
Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega.
Just as she prepared to leave alone-
The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?
7.9
He holds my face firmly between two hands. "Sienna, I'm not going to have you for the first time one of Maren's guest rooms when you're intoxicated."
"You're not?"
"No. It will be in my bed, and I'm going to take my time with you." His gaze falls to my lips. "Fuck Sienna, I'm going to take all night."
***
Sienna has been in love with her Alpha since she could remember.
He's rough, dangerous and the epitome of raw sex appeal. The problem is, he is her best friend, and strictly off limits.
Tradition mandates he marry a woman of noble birth, and that is not her.
She knows this is for the best, until she becomes his mistress, and things start to change. As she falls for her best friend, she must reconcile a deadly secret she has been keeping from him for years, that could change everything.
Onyx has sacrificed everything to become Alpha. So, not marrying for love shouldn't be such an issue.
His entire life he has denied his feelings for his best friend, until he is forced to take her as his mistress to grant her protection.
With threats growing against them, and when his prospective wife candidates start showing up murdered, he make some difficult decisions.
**Dual POV, friends-to-lovers, Alpha, mates, 18+**
7.4
I single-handedly saved my family's corporate empire from a hostile takeover, securing our market share for the next decade.
But my grandfather didn't see me as a hero. He saw me as a flawed piece of inventory.
To calm the board and fix the reputation I supposedly ruined, he forced me into an arranged marriage, auctioning me off to the highest bidder.
Desperate, I turned to my childhood friend, Egnacio, the only person who ever promised to protect me.
But instead of saving me, he publicly humiliated me. He used my desperation as a networking opportunity, pitching my arranged marriage as a business deal to a ruthless private equity king named Dexter Mathews.
Later that night, I caught Egnacio holding my cruel cousin in his arms.
"What man wants to be with a woman who looks at you like she's planning a hostile takeover?"
Hearing him mock my pain shattered the last bit of hope I had.
I realized I was never family to them. I was just a sharp knife, used to cut down their enemies and then traded for cash before I got dull.
The heartbreak vanished, replaced by a cold, violent rage.
I didn't break, and I didn't run.
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9.3
On her wedding night at The Plaza Hotel, Clara went looking for her husband.
Instead, she found him in the dimly lit parking garage, passionately pinning down her bridesmaid.
She couldn't even scream or expose them. Just hours before the ceremony, Julian had tricked her into signing away her twenty percent shares of their co-founded company, leaving her completely penniless and unable to pay her grandmother's life-saving medical bills.
Fleeing in absolute despair, a sudden hotel blackout plunged her into a second nightmare. She was dragged into a pitch-black room and brutally violated by a heavily drugged stranger.
When a shattered Clara returned to the office to audit the books and reclaim her power, Julian demoted her to a dusty desk by the trash cans.
He flaunted his mistress in the executive suite and deliberately sent Clara into a horrifying trap. He arranged for vicious clients to drug and assault her, demanding high-definition blackmail photos so he could divorce her with absolutely nothing.
"Since you want to play rough, you can service Mr. Petrocelli tonight," the thug sneered, locking the VIP room door.
Clara was pushed to the brink of hell. Why was the man she devoted three years of her life to trying to destroy her so completely? And why did the freezing cedarwood scent of the stranger who ruined her in the dark perfectly match Conrad Vance, the ruthless CEO and Julian's untouchable uncle?
Rather than let Julian win, Clara smashed a glass bottle, held the jagged edge to her own throat to force the men back, and threw herself off the second-floor balcony into the freezing night.
But the bone-crushing impact never came. A massive figure shot out from the shadows and caught her, and her brutal counterattack finally began.
