
The Poisoned Omega
I grabbed his hands and held them above his head, "Are you waiting for me to ask you to open up?" I ask under my breath before claiming his lips in a kiss again, licking the inside of his mouth as I made him s**k on my tongue. I put my hand under his pajama trousers, squeezing his soft d***.
"Knight, please stop."
"Continue to tell me to stop, that is what l like to hear from you the most," I take his lips, kissing him messily as I stroke his d*** with my middle finger grazing his enticing assh**e.
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Life doesn't always go the way we want but it doesn't get better when Alpha Knight of the biggest pack is obsessed with you.
Obsessed enough to poison you with a rare poison that leaves your body helpless and in desperate need of sex and him. While he is not my fated mate, he has made us inseparable. I'm left with no choice but to surrender to my fate, a fate that begins with a dark journey, one that when my fated mate finally appears; he turns out to be a werewolves hunter.
Things get interesting when the two sworn enemies want to have me to themselves but what can I do with the poison in my body? What can I do when the Alpha has marked and married me already?
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Chapter 1
Bram.
It's early in the morning and obviously l can't sleep because of the noise that has taken over the Pack's roof.
Gladys, my only sister is getting married to that miserable vampire hunter. l can't believe my father agreed right away for her to marry him and I know for sure that If my mother was alive she would never agree to such an engagement. Good enough, l'm still happy about my sister's marriage ceremony.
Seriously good for her and her love life and whatever makes her sleep well at night.
My name is Bram and l'm an omega in The People's Pack. I have been living an invisible life, one where I barely don't exist to anyone. Everyday I live in regret with an aching heart seeing the disappointment on my father's face, Alpha Richard.
My wolf not blooming into an Alpha has left everyone questioning if truly l am my father's son. You see, I'm the greatest disappointment you can think of. I'm already 17 years old and l don't get invited to any pack meetings and gatherings.
Sometimes l wake up making my own breakfast. Then I go for a run myself, get home and get some sleep. Sometimes I hunt, and the same goes on every day. I only get to see my father if other Alphas are having a Central meeting and they are visiting with their mate and children. Of course, l have to be present there to show my shameful face.
l have to tell you, I have been living a very peaceful life.
"Come here Bram," Gladys regards me, a tired frown on her forehead, "Your clothes are ready, put them on let me see how fit it is," She throws the clothes in her hands to me.
I catch them immediately, not wanting to annoy her. I should be grateful that she even remembered to think about me, "Thank you."
I have always looked very good in white. I thought to myself as I looked into the mirror, "Mmh, l think the trousers are too tight," I told her honestly since she seems considerate today and it's her wedding celebration.
"I think it fits perfectly," She answered, looking at me with an achieving look on her face.
"So why did you ask me to try it out if you were not going to amend it?"
"I don't understand, do l look like a tailor to you? And what's up with your stupid attitude?" She snapped at me, crossing her hands over her chest, "And in case your eyes are blocked this is a handmade leather. It is made from deer skin and it is imported from Germany. Look, it's going to be the happiest day of my life in 2 days and l don't want you to come to my wedding looking retarded. Who knows? Your mate might come there so try and just look good with those. The stylists will come by 8 am," She said tiredly, making her way out of the room.
And she left, just like that. That is one of the most proper conversations we have had in this house like two living beings. To be honest, it is all my fault. Maybe in my next life, I will definitely bloom into an Alpha, someone who won't be looked down on, someone who can earn the expectations of his own family.
***On the Wedding Night***
As always, I'm feeling invisible again. Everyone around me has one or two going on with them and l'm just here looking like a piece of shit in my supposed deer leather which is allegedly a Germany imported wear.
Tsk, l really don't want to be here right now.
All my age mates who came from different packs are all living their best lives. Even Cein, my childhood friend. He is now an Alpha. I can't believe he won't even look in my direction, rather he doesn't bother to wave or say hello.
This land l was born to accept everything. We almost don't abide by any rules which is why is called 'The People's Pack'
But for some reasons blooming into an omega is such a big deal. I don't understand because l can still function like other wolves. Although not as strong as Alphas, Betas, Deltas, Gammas or Pure hybrids. And I also know it's rare to have a male omega in my Pack because from the archives l have grown to read, the last male omega was born one hundred and fifty years ago.
None has been born since then. Well, except for me. That is why on my coming of age people of Timber and Calibre came visiting from all over the Central. Leaders of every supernaturals around the globe came to witness the Moon Goddess blessing like I was in some newly opened museum.
Now l'm suddenly a plague everyone wants to avoid.
l rushed down the remaining liquor on my silver stainless cup, hitting it frustratingly on the table in front of me. The air reek of dead souls, giving me a reminder that vampires are here and also giving me a reminder of how much I hate being a supernatural. If I'm given a choice to choose, I will choose to be human. I can't even imagine why my sister is in love with this person...
Wait, why do you l feel someone's eyes on me? I turned around to look at this person and it was Alpha Kenneth's son. I begin to wonder if there is something on my right cheek. I rubbed my cheek but I didn't feel anything on my skin.
Why does he stare so intensely? Is he lost in thought or is he looking at me because I look odd and off in this outfit? I don't feel any mate connection with him which means he is not my fated mate so obviously he is not anyone important. Their pack is located in the Southeast, known for its riches and power. Their pack literally owns, buys and sells everything. To me that is all they exist for.
"Excuse me, a drink for you, Omega Bram," The unfamiliar maid said, keeping a glass of drink in front of me. l hadn't seen her before in the Pack, since there were so many new faces I didn't think much, "Oh thanks but I didn't ask for a drink," l said, pushing it back to her.
"Alpha Gladys asked me to send you a glass of drink," She said, putting a smile of courtesy on her lips.
"Oh, l see, thank you"
"You're welcome, Omega."
I now believe that this maid was newly recruited in our Pack house because no one has bothered to serve me. Nonetheless, I'm smiling because someone is being nice to me. l guess today is a good day. And my sister has been thinking about me for about two days in a row.
I'll probably get tipsy with this glass then head straight back to my room after now. After all, no one will notice if l'm gone or not.
I gulped everything down my throat and in a few seconds, my body started reacting in a way l had absolutely no idea about. Firstly, l suddenly began to feel so hot. My heart tightened and l could only breathe from my mouth. And then my belly button began to twist, making my ass feel like I was sitting on a furnace of fire.
What is going on with me?
l could feel my dick twitch hard by the second, sweat began breaking out from my face. And soft cries slowly left my lips as I began to hump on the chair.
l don't think I need the explanation of what l'm feeling right now... l'm fucking feeling horny! l haven't mated or had sex with anyone before in my life. Although I do get myself off with the thought of the hottest Alphas in the Pack and my father's driver who is a Beta and apparently has a mate who is an Alpha so I can only simp over him for afar.
What am l feeling? Why all of the sudden?
My thoughts are becoming so clouded as l was only beginning to crave to be touched.
What is happening to me?
My heart rate increased even higher as a voice came in my right ear.
"How do you feel?" His voice is mocking, "Do you need my help?" He bites my earlobe.
My left hand gripped my shirt as the sharp pain spread throughout my body. I don't give this voice a reply, Instead I bask in the sweet feeling of his touch.
What am l thinking? I jumped off from my seat, turning around to fix my eyes on the man that has no respect for a large gathering. I couldn't stand straight as my legs were getting glumly weak by the moment.
"I don't mean any harm," He puts his hands in his pocket, un-bothered by everything happening around him, "My Name is Knight, Alpha Knight and..."
"I know who you are," I retorted feverishly without any intention for him to complete his sentence.
" Great, I'm glad you know. Let me help you?" He asks, gazing at every corner of my face.
"Nothing is wrong with me."
"But you don't look okay to me," He said, taking a step toward me.
"I'm fine, leave me alone!" l responded, pulling my shirt to cover my bulge. l need to get out of here immediately, the feeling is getting stronger. But then I couldn't continue standing as the next wave of feeling hit me hard. l crouched down to the table beside me, drawing all the attention as the glasses and plate fell to the ground. The two Betas around reacted quickly, pulling their claws out as they perceived danger.
"Let me take care of this," Alpha Knight sternly said, stopping any guards from approaching me. l could hear his voice trying to talk everyone into believing that everything was alright. That I was only drunk and l happened to lose my balance.
"You don't have to worry, Alpha Knight. l will have the guards take him to his room. l guess Bram had too much to drink," I could hear the snare in my father's voice and I know my actions tonight may cost my life.
My heart began to beat faster like it was gonna rip out of my chest. I need to cum so bad, l need to... I will die if l don't.
"I insist, Alpha. Please let me handle this," Alpha Knight insisted.
"l think my son means no harm,'' Alpha Kenneth, Alpha Knight's father added firmly, countering my father's words.
"Go ahead then, Alpha," My father agrees, "Guards show Alpha Knight the way to Bram's quarter."
Again Alpha Knight came too close to me and whispered to my ears, "Let's get you off then l will tell you a story," He said and carried me up in a bridal style, walking out.
l could hear the murmuring of people's words and their eyes on me.
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8.3
"Kiss me." He prowled.
"Kiss me until you're sick of it. Kiss me and prove your body is deserving of my touch."
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Branded a Murderer, betrayed by her mate and sister, disowned by her family–Anokai Rivers never had anything at all. After spending three years in a cell for a murder she never committed, Anokai is finally released, only for her freedom to come at a price.
To infiltrate the most feared pack in the werewolf world and destroy the four Shadowcrest brothers from within.
But the brothers are monsters–cruel, powerful, insatiable.
No person, man or woman, who enters their territory ever comes out alive.
Every look is a test.
Every touch is a threat.
And every kiss pulls her deeper into a game she was never meant to survive.
She was sent to tame them and learn them.
But monsters are never tamed.
Nope, they're the one who does the taming.
Follow the journey of Anokai Rivers and the Shadowcrest beasts in this sweet, tantalizing dark romance.

7.3
She was sent to destroy him.
A man feared in the shadows, a mafia lord whose name alone commanded power and blood. Serafina Dunes had one mission: send Rapheal Dekoms to hell.
Murdered by her husband's mistress, Yuanita Serra was ripped from life before her time-only to be reborn as a missionier, and her first task was to kill Rapheal Dekoms. But fate had other plans. What was meant to be a deadly mission became a dangerous game of desire and hate, where every glance and every touch ignited a fire she couldn't control-and threatened to unravel everything he had ever built.

9.2
My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana.
During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child.
Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials.
A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained.
But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay.

9.5
Reyna has one mission... And it is definitely not falling for the guy who ruined her best friend's life.
Reyna Davidson is twenty and torn when her best friend, Varna Soni's heart gets broken by Grentwood's hockey-star-playboy, Evander Gabriel.
His betrayal sparks a chain effect, driving Varna into drugs, and eventually, psychiatric hospitalization.
Reyna, overtaken by grief and anger, sets her vengeful eyes on Evander.
She transfers to Grentwood College, armed with one mission: Get close, make him fall, then crush his heart until it bleeds and he feels the pain Varna felt.
But things take a dark turn when she starts to see cracks beneath Evander's perfect playboy mask.
And she becomes the target of a psychopathic girl who is obsessed with him.
With growing feelings, a mentally ill best friend, and the psychopath, Reyna is about to discover that there is more to her mission... than revenge.

9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.

7.9
I came with a mission to kill the Lord of the empire, Mark. "Lara, I am pleased with you." Fireworks bloomed above us as I looked down at Mark kneeling on one knee. The dagger hidden in my sleeve almost slipped from my grasp. "Are you willing to marry me as my wife, from now on, for a lifetime?" "Yes." The system's alarm rang sharply in my mind, urging me to complete my mission, but I still chose to move forward without hesitation.
Reality, however, was far crueler than I expected. "Lara, as Mark's wife, you must not leave the palace for three years and, when the time comes, gracefully step down." "Okay," I answered lightly, just as I had agreed to his proposal. That night, flames swallowed my courtyard, the fire blazing high enough to erase everything I had endured. I thought it was my end.
But when I opened my eyes, I was back to the day he proposed. The same fireworks. The same man on one knee. Only this time, Mark's eyes were filled with tears as he held my hand and whispered, "Lara, don't go."