The Rejected Omega Is Actually The Lycan Princess

For three years, I scrubbed tables as a "wolfless runt," hiding my identity as the Lycan King's daughter. It was a test for my fiancé, Alpha Connor. I wanted to see if he loved the girl, or just the crown. He failed spectacularly tonight. His mistress, Jaden, deliberately knocked a tray of drinks onto me during the dinner rush. The liquid wasn't alcohol. It was concentrated silver. My flesh hissed and bubbled as the poison ate through my skin, blocking any ability to heal. I fell to the floor, clutching my melting hand, while Jaden faked tears and claimed I attacked her. When Connor finally answered the video call, he saw my mangled hand. He smelled the burning flesh. He knew it was silver. But he didn't help me. He looked at his watch, annoyed that I was interrupting his business meeting with investors. "Apologize to Jaden," he ordered, using his Alpha Command to crush me into submission. "On your knees. Now." The pain was blinding, but the betrayal cut deeper. He was forcing his Fated Mate to bow to the woman who tried to maim her. My knees bent under the pressure, but my Royal blood refused to break. I looked straight into the camera lens. "No," I whispered. I reached into my apron, bypassing the notepad, and pulled out a black satellite phone I hadn't touched in years. "Code Black," I said to the King on the other end. "Send the Guard." Connor thought he was disciplining a waitress. He didn't know he just declared war on the Royal Family.

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Chapter 2

Blake POV:

The humiliation burned hotter than the alcohol serving station. I had retrieved the keys, handed them to a valet, and returned to my station, my face burning. I wanted to leave. I wanted to shift and tear this place apart. But I had made a promise to myself: I would only reveal my true self to a man who loved Blake the girl, not Blake the Princess.

It seemed that man did not exist.

"Table seven needs a special," Mark barked at me as I passed the bar. "Jaden says the champagne is flat. She wants the 'Silver Mist' cocktail. Extra hot."

My stomach dropped. The Silver Mist was a gimmick drink, heated to a near boil and served with dry ice.

"Mark, I have other tables," I tried to argue.

"Do it, or you're fired. And if you're fired, Connor kicks you out of the pack house. Where will you go then, runt? The streets?"

I gritted my teeth and went to the bar. The bartender handed me the steaming glass on a tray. I could smell the acrid scent rising from it.

I walked toward the VIP section. The hallway was dimmer here, lined with plush velvet curtains. It was a blind spot for the security cameras.

Jaden was waiting for me. She wasn't at her table. She was leaning against the wall in the narrow corridor, blocking my path.

"You look pathetic in that uniform," she sneered. "Connor deserves a real wolf. A Luna who can give him strong pups. Not a genetic dead-end like you."

"Move, Jaden," I said, my voice steady. The tray was hot in my hands.

"Make me."

She stepped forward. I tried to step around her, but she was quick. She feigned a stumble, lurching toward me.

"Oh no!" she cried out, her voice fake and loud.

Her hand shot out, not to catch herself, but to strike the bottom of the tray.

The glass tipped.

Time seemed to slow down. The steaming, sticky liquid splashed over the rim. It didn't hit the floor. It hit my left hand.

"Ah!" I gasped, dropping the tray. It shattered with a deafening crash.

Pain. Absolute, blinding white pain.

This wasn't just hot liquid. As the steam cleared, I smelled it-the metallic, sulfurous scent of liquid silver concentrate. It was illegal to serve to wolves. It was poison.

Silver doesn't just burn a wolf; it stops the healing process. It eats through the skin like acid.

I clutched my wrist, falling to my knees. Smoke rose from my skin. My flesh bubbled and hissed. My inner wolf screamed in agony, thrashing against my skull.

"Help!" Jaden shrieked, backing away and pointing a manicured finger at me. "She attacked me! She tried to throw the drink in my face!"

Footsteps thundered down the hall. Mark appeared, followed by two security guards.

"What is going on here?" Mark roared.

"She's crazy!" Jaden sobbed, squeezing out crocodile tears. "I told her I didn't want her serving me, and she snapped! She tried to burn me!"

I looked up, sweat dripping down my forehead. "She... she hit the tray. It has silver in it, Mark. It's silver!"

Mark looked at my hand. The skin was red and raw, the burn deepening by the second. He could smell the burning flesh. He knew. Any wolf could smell the difference between a scald and a silver burn.

But Mark looked at Jaden, who was holding the "Blood Oath" pendant around her neck.

He turned back to me, his eyes cold.

"Clean this mess up, Blake," Mark spat. "You clumsy, vindictive Omega. You're lucky Miss Jaden is too kind to press charges."

"My hand..." I whispered, the pain making me dizzy.

"Go to the kitchen and put some ice on it. And stay out of sight. You're bad for business."

I stared at him. The injustice settled in my chest, heavy and cold, extinguishing the fire of my hope.

I didn't argue. I didn't cry. I stood up, cradling my mangled hand, and walked past them toward the kitchen.

My suppressor patch was peeling slightly from the sweat. My scent-the scent of winter storms and ozone-leaked out just a fraction. Mark frowned, sniffing the air confusedly, but I was already gone.

I had a debt to collect. And the interest was going to be high.

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Action Billionaire Modern

9.2

Deal With The Devilish Wall Street Tycoon

9.2

Ami Cleveland's family empire was destroyed overnight by a malicious short-selling attack, leaving her mother facing federal prison and hunted by ruthless loan sharks. To secure a hundred-million-dollar lifeline, Ami risked her life as a blindfolded co-pilot in a deadly cliffside street race, all just to get five minutes alone with Jerad Kidd, the elusive Wall Street titan she had accidentally slept with the night before. But instead of saving her, Jerad completely crushed her dignity. "What makes you think you are worth a hundred million dollars?" He mocked her desperate pitch, calling her family's equity garbage, and coldly walked away. Two days later, he forced her onto his Miami superyacht as a political decoy, making her wear a backless silk gown that offered zero protection and throwing her into a sea of wealthy predators. When a drunk tech billionaire pinned her against a sofa and tried to rip the thin straps of her dress, Ami screamed for help. She looked up at the VIP balcony in absolute despair, only to see Jerad looking away, treating her like she didn't even exist. She didn't understand why he was torturing her. Why did he let her risk her life in his car, only to humiliate her and feed her to the wolves? With no one to save her, Ami grabbed a whiskey glass and violently smashed it into her attacker's face. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the man's brutal retaliation slap. But the hit never came. A large hand, wearing a heavy Patek Philippe watch, shot out of nowhere and clamped down on the man's raised arm like a steel vice.

Action Billionaire Modern

8.6

I don't come back to my Alpha again

8.6

I came back from hell with nothing left to lose. Five years in the forbidden zone should have killed me. Instead, it burned me hollow—stripped away love, pride, even pain. When I walked back into my pack, I expected answers. What I found was betrayal carved into every face I once trusted. My husband calls me trash. My best friend wears my place like a crown. And my own son… looks at me like I’m a stranger. They say I’m a murderer. They say I destroyed my family. But I remember the truth—the blood, the lies, the moment everything was stolen from me. I stayed silent once. I broke once. I lost everything once. Not again. This time, I won’t beg. I won’t fight for love that never existed. I won’t come back to the Alpha who buried me alive. Let them keep their lies. Let them keep their throne. I’m taking something far more dangerous with me— the truth… and my revenge.

Action Romance Werewolf

8.3

Lost in sin

8.3

Juliet Romano was born into privilege and power, until the LaRussos destroyed everything her family built. Overnight, the Romanos fell from grace, left with nothing but debts, shame, and broken pride. Years later, Juliet swore she'd never forgive them. Never forget. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. When Ryan LaRusso, heir to the empire that ruined her father, walks back into her life, all the hate she's clung to begins to blur into something dangerous. He's everything she should despise, arrogant, powerful, untouchable, yet every glance, every argument, pulls her deeper into a forbidden fire neither of them can control. One night shatters every boundary between them. And one secret changes everything. Now Juliet carries the child of the man she was raised to hate. Ryan will risk his legacy to protect her. His father will destroy them both to keep the LaRusso name pure. Love and vengeance collide in a world ruled by power, pride, and old sins. Because some stories aren't written in innocence, they're carved in betrayal, obsession, and the kind of love that demands everything. When the truth comes out, one question will decide their fate: Will love be strong enough to survive the sins of their families?

Action Modern Romance

9.7

No Escape From Fate

9.7

A monotonous, colorless life and dull relationships instantly fade into the background the moment you step into a completely different world-one with its own rules and laws. It looks so much like ours, and yet is radically different, for here live werewolves and countless other incredible beings. Bring a cursed Alpha King's heart back to life? Ride off into the sunset with one of the handsome guards? Or fall for a dangerous witch and uncover the true face of evil? Wrap it all up for me-I'll take it! An extraordinary world, vivid characters, blazing emotions, and passionate love with a touch of spice ❤️‍🔥 18+ "Quite an interesting hall you've got here," Karadeylis said without even glancing around, his steps bringing him dangerously close. "But OURS holds unforgettable memories of the time we unwrapped your restless little ass." I gasped in outrage at his brazen words-especially with so many people around-but my panties betrayed me, dampening at the memory of exactly what that bastard had reminded me of. "How dare you?!" I hissed, our faces now only inches apart. Goosebumps ran across my skin at the dangerous nearness. I could feel his hot breath on my lips, the heat of his half-bare body, and that intoxicating scent I knew too well. Our breathing came ragged, as if we had just finished running a marathon, unable to break free from the magnetic pull of each other's gaze. "No one else dares-only me, Prepedollie!" the scoundrel growled, gripping me firmly by the tail and yanking my face closer to his as his eyes devoured me. "I warned you-once I found you, there would be no mercy!"

Action Fantasy Werewolf

8.1

Platform Seven

8.1

At my father’s funeral, my childhood friend Larry drove his SUV straight through my father’s portrait, screaming, “Your father deserved to die!” A week later, I smashed his mother’s urn on the docks and told him, “So did yours.” He stole the money meant to save my mother’s life. I blinded his sister in one eye. For nine long years, we tore into each other, clawing and ripping until nothing was left but exhaustion. In the end, he fled to Northern Myanmar. I stayed behind as the city’s top bounty hunter—codename “Moon Goddess.” … The day of my father’s funeral, Larry roared up in a black SUV like a madman. He plowed through rows of white funeral wreaths, shattered my father’s black-and-white portrait, and finally—amid the screams—slammed hard into the coffin. The heavy casket lurched with a sickening scrape. My mother fainted on the spot. Standing in the wreckage in my black mourning clothes, I watched coldly as the red-eyed boy behind the wheel rolled down his window and gave me a cruel smile. “Ellie,” he spat. “Your father deserved to die.” I didn’t speak. I just stood there, calm, as his bodyguards dragged him out and pinned him to the ground, where he thrashed and roared like a trapped animal. A week later, his mother’s ashes were to be interred. I went to the docks alone. When no one was looking, I snatched the rosewood urn. Under Larry’s furious, wide-eyed stare, I ran to the windiest spot on the pier and hurled it down. *Crash.* Gray-white powder scattered, caught by the sea wind, vanishing instantly into the murky water. I looked straight at him and said, slow and clear, “Larry. So did yours.” That day, he tried to kill me. If his father’s men hadn’t held him back, I’d be fish food at the bottom of the sea. And so began our nine-year war. I’d denied his mother peace in death. In revenge, when my mother lay critically ill and desperate for money, he pulled the rug out from under us—stealing every last cent that could have saved her. I blinded his half-sister in one eye. So he arranged a car accident that put my mother in a wheelchair for life. We were like wild beasts, tearing into each other with the sharpest claws, leaving nothing but ruin and blood behind. Nine years. The war only paused when I was twenty-eight—the year he fled to Southeast Asia. I stayed in Seaport City and became its top shadow operator: the bounty hunter called “Moon Goddess.” On the surface, I ran a little dessert shop named Moonlight. And Larry? Once the golden boy of Seaport City, he remade himself as the most ruthless arms dealer in the gunfire and chaos of Southeast Asia. I thought we’d never see each other again. Until the Seaport City news reported that the infamous Mr. Larry—the man who’d raised hell across Southeast Asia—was coming home in style, fiancée in tow.

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The Rejected Omega Is Actually The Lycan Princess

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