The Quarterback's omega mate

Odessa Sloane was an ordinary girl, trying to navigate life as an omega in a thriving pack until her mother married a billionaire and she became step-sisters to her arch enemy. To make matters worse, her fated mate appears, and he's off-limits. All Odessa wants to do is make it through college and hopefully craft a career as a physiotherapist, but that's difficult when the Pack's Alpha is hot on your back. Maverick isn't just the captain of the football team. He's the Alpha Heir. Maverick's focus was on having the best football year of his career with his two best friends, Storm and Gage, by his side, but that changed when an omega came into his life. His passion for her burns as strong as his love for the sport. As Maverick's life comes under threat because his time to become Alpha nears, he has to protect Odessa. Odessa and Maverick must navigate the dynamics of their relationships while a mystery blooms surrounding Odessa's biological father and the real reasons behind the attacks on Maverick. Will their love survive the infernos of life?

Chapters

Chapter 5

Odessa POV

The Daciana Wildcats had a massive game this weekend. Despite the ache in my body and the fog in my brain, I had to come to work if I wanted to keep my job. I went around the stadium picking up trash and leaves blown here by the wind.

The football team hadn’t arrived yet. How could they when they partied until three in the morning!

The cheerleaders were on the field practising their latest routine.

Sienna might be a territorial witch, but I had to confess she was great at her job. There was a reason everyone loved her. She directed her teammates in the new stances and cautioned them about timing.

I watched as Sienna and Rune, the other head cheerleader, took their positions to start their high-flying routine.

“Hey, are you done?!” Someone yelled, and I snapped out of it.

“I… uh…” I said, frantically looking around for something to pick up.

“Get out of here, you freak!”

“Ugh, I swear I can’t escape this girl,” Sienna complained.

I picked up my garbage bag and moved to the next session. That was when the football players started to arrive for their morning training session.

They marched past me as if I were part of the furniture. They didn’t look like they’d drunk a liquor store’s monthly supply. I waited for him to show up. My heart wanted another glance. I didn’t know what for, if only just to hurt myself more.

The rejection hurt my wolf. It was like she chose not to wake up today.

Captain Maverick approached next. He had his gaze straight ahead and his head raised. I didn’t think he’d notice me, but his attention turned. His pace slowed, and his eyes burrowed in concern. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I thought he would stop.

I tore my gaze away from him. I held the trash bag to my chest and turned around. I didn’t want to be accused of stinking up the place.

After dumping the trash, my phone rang in my back pocket.

“Hey Evyn, I’m about to get off work—”

“Get out of there now!” She yelled.

“Why?”

“Haven’t you seen the pictures? You’re dead!”

“What is going on? What pictures?”

“Just get out of there, Odessa. There are pictures of you and Gage going around. It’s only a matter of time before Sienna sees them.”

“Shit!”

“Meet me at Daisy Den. I want all the juicy details!”

I’m so screwed! Where did these pictures come from? That didn’t matter because I had to get out of here. I couldn’t go home because that’s where the danger lives.

I quickly clocked out and took a bus so I could meet Evyn. Daisy Den was a large park where I came to run and sometimes hide. It was my favourite place in the Pack. This place had so many labyrinths to get lost in.

“Evyn’s not even here,” I said, kicking a rock.

I ventured deeper into the park because I didn’t want to run into anyone. I found a little rock and settled down. I had to see these pictures for myself. Evyn was right, the pictures were everywhere. I saw them the second I logged into social media.

“Oh my gosh,” I mumbled.

These were taken outside my old apartment building. They showed us going in together and coming out hours later. The crunch of gravel made me stand instantly. My breath caught in my throat when I realised Maverick was standing in front of me.

What’s he doing here?

Maverick cracked his knuckles and stepped forward.

“Mate,” he growled.

My initial shock of seeing him out here vanished and was replaced by rage.

“Is this a joke?” I blasted. “It isn’t funny.”

“Funny? This isn’t fucking funny.”

“You found out Gage rejected me and came to make fun of me? Grow up!”

“What?” he barked.

Maybe he didn’t know about Gage after all.

“Never mind. What do you want?”

Why did he call me that? He took another step forward, and his wolf flashed in his eyes. A shiver ran down my spine.

“Why didn’t you feel it when I saw you at the stadium?” he growled.

“Are you serious?” I whispered.

“I should be with my team training for one of the biggest games of the season, but I’m here with you, Odessa. Of course, I’m serious!”

We were deep in Daisy Den. No one was around. It was so quiet you couldn’t hear a bird chirp or the children playing. It was just the two of us, and Maverick had just dropped a major bombshell on me.

“It’s not possible! I don’t feel anything.”

“I get that. The question is why.”

Things couldn’t get any worse. He was the Alpha in waiting. The Pack’s beloved Captain. Maverick had the world at his feet. He hated me, too. Why would the moon goddess do this to me when his best friend had just rejected me?

Maverick raked a hand through and exhaled. “We’ll figure it out later. I have to get back before coach busts my balls.”

“No,” I said firmly.

I know how this ends. No one wants me for a mate, especially not Alpha Maverick, the Wildcats' Captain extraordinaire.

“Reject me and get this over with. No one ever has to know this happened.”

Maverick took me in and smirked.

“Little Odessa,” he chuckled. “I’m not rejecting you.”

“What?”

“If the moon goddess says you’re my fated mate, then you’re mine.”

“No, I’m not your toy. You’re only going to make my life hell.”

He grabbed my cheeks and dragged me forward. “I won’t if you’re a good little omega. Get it through your head, Odessa. You’re mine.”

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I spent three years building my husband, Axel Farrell, into Silicon Valley's ultimate "family man." As his lead PR strategist, I carefully managed his public image, making sure the world saw him as a perfect, devoted husband while I worked in the shadows of our estate. The illusion shattered when he came home one night smelling of sandalwood and roses, with three deep fingernail scratches carved into his back. When I tried to check his phone, the passcode we had used for years-our wedding anniversary-had been changed. The betrayal got worse the next morning when his mother called me a "defective product" and tried to force me into a fertility clinic. Axel didn't defend me; instead, he shoved me against a marble bar at a public gala to protect his mistress in front of the world's elite. By the time I tried to leave, Axel had frozen my bank accounts and filed a forged legal petition to have me declared mentally incompetent. He planned to have me legally kidnapped and locked in a private psychiatric ward just to stop me from filing for divorce. He even blocked every major law firm in the city from taking my case, leaving me with no money, no identity, and no one to turn to. I couldn't understand how the man who "saved" me from the mud years ago could be the same monster now trying to legally erase my existence. Was our entire marriage just a grooming process to exploit my genius for his billion-dollar empire? As the deadline for my forced commitment approached, I stopped crying and opened my laptop. I leaked the video of his affair to every tech journalist in the country, watching his stock price crash in real-time. "Axel thinks starving me out will make me crawl back to him," I whispered as I walked into the headquarters of his biggest rival. "But he forgot that the most valuable part of his company is in my head." I was no longer the abandoned wife; I was the one who was going to take his throne and burn it to the ground.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

Escaping My Coldhearted Billionaire Husband

8.7

Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog. Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door. Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors. "She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!" Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred. He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital. He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth. When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid. But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped. Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark. It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away. How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince? Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

Escaping The Billionaire Alpha's Cruel Contract

9.0

I was a wolfless Omega, forced into a humiliating contract with Alpha Declan just to keep my mother's life support running. Four years ago, he publicly rejected me as his Fated Mate, treating me like a shameful secret. But one night, I unlocked his tablet and discovered the sickening truth. He already had a "Chosen Mate," Karly, and a secret daughter named Ava. While I was fed gray nutrient paste like a stray dog, he was parading them around as his perfect family. He even moved them into the master suite and tossed out the last wooden toy belonging to my dead son. Worse, I found out my own stepbrother was Karly's spy, helping them keep me in the dark. The week I was hemorrhaging in the hospital, terrified of losing my baby, Declan wasn't fighting a border war. He was buying Karly diamonds in Paris. The week my mother suffered a massive stroke, he abandoned her to take his secret daughter skiing. I was entirely alone, a convenient shield for his lies. But the absolute betrayal burned away my lingering grief, leaving behind a freezing, unbreakable clarity. I didn't just want a divorce anymore; I wanted to burn their entire world to ash. So, I slipped a forged termination agreement into his stack of Pack contracts. Blinded by his own arrogance, the Alpha signed my freedom without even looking. Holding the legal key to my cage and a folder full of his treacherous secrets, I sped out of the manor and dialed an encrypted number. "It's time. Unleash hell."

Billionaire Modern Werewolf

8.1

Left To Die: Now The CEO Begs

8.1

On our third anniversary, my husband Marcus walked out on our dinner because his "best friend" Izzy had a crisis. That was the ninth time he chose her call over my presence. According to the sick bet I made with her years ago, it was game over. But the true end didn't come in a restaurant. It happened inside a plummeting elevator. When the cable snapped and the emergency brakes slammed us to a halt, I lay trapped under debris, my leg fractured and head bleeding. Izzy, terrified but scratched-free, screamed for help. Marcus didn't even look at me. He stepped over my broken body to scoop her up. "I've got you, Iz," he whispered, carrying her out to safety while I lay alone in the dust, gasping his name. He left me to die in that metal box. Later, when I confronted him, he called me "unstable" and "jealous." He claimed I was a burden, a placeholder he married just to pass the time until Izzy was ready for him. He even shoved me into a freezing lake to protect her from a confrontation she started. He thought I would always be there, the pathetic wife waiting in the shadows. He thought his love was a prize I would endure any torture to keep. He was wrong. I signed the divorce papers, threw my ring into the ocean, and vanished without a trace. Three years later, I returned to New York as a celebrated artist, with a man who treated me like a masterpiece, not a prop. Marcus, now ruined by Izzy’s lies and stripped of his fortune, found me. He knelt in the rain on the city street, weeping, begging for one more chance to fix us. I looked down at the husband who had let me drown. "There is no 'us', Marcus," I said calmly. Then I turned my back on him and walked into my future.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Rising From Ashes: The Betrayed Heiress

9.4

Dorene survived a terrifying night with a bleeding, dangerous intruder in her hotel penthouse, only to receive a far more devastating blow the next morning. A black and gold envelope arrived. It was an engagement invitation. Her boyfriend of seven years, Kadyn, was marrying her sweet, innocent best friend, Dolly. Refusing to hide, Dorene crashed the gala in a blood-red gown. But Dolly was ready. Grabbing Dorene's wrists, Dolly purposely threw herself backward into a tower of champagne glasses, shrieking about her stomach and her unborn baby. "If anything happens to Dolly or my child, I swear to God, I will destroy you!" Kadyn roared, holding the weeping Dolly in the broken glass. He didn't ask a single question. He branded Dorene a jealous monster. To completely break her dignity, he publicly handed her over to the city's most notorious, sleazy playboy just to appease Dolly's fake tears. "Give him a shot," Kadyn told her coldly. Seven years of love were ground into the marble floor. She was framed, publicly humiliated, and discarded like trash by the two people she trusted most. Dorene didn't shed a single tear. She gave them a smile of pure, freezing mockery and walked out of the gilded cage into the freezing Manhattan night. She didn't know that as she left, the lethal, blood-stained man from her penthouse was watching from the shadows, ready to help her burn their world to the ground.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire

9.2

I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it-she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future. "Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother's trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead. I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent-or finish me off for good. I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything. I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it. "I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing." He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father's entire empire.

Billionaire Modern Romance

The Quarterback's omega mate

Chapter 5

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