The Unwanted Omega: The Alpha's Late Regret

For five years, I was a ghost in the Spencer Pack, a placeholder wife for an Alpha who couldn't stand the sight of me. I endured the neglect, believing my loyalty would eventually win him over. But at the Moon Ball, when his mistress mocked my disabled mother and I finally stood up for myself, Easton didn't defend me. Instead, he used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees in front of the entire pack. "Submit," he growled, stripping away my dignity. The humiliation didn't end there. He forced me to chauffeur him and his mistress to their romantic getaway. He watched silently as they fed me raw meat like a feral dog. And when his mistress framed me for stealing the Luna necklace, he didn't check the cameras. He looked at me with pure disgust and threw me into the silver cells. He didn't know I was the "Ghost Designer" behind his company's massive success. He didn't know I had lost our child alone on the bathroom floor three years ago while he was on vacation with her. He only saw a wolfless Omega he could use and discard. Standing in that cold cell, the love I held for him finally turned to ash. I realized I wasn't waiting for him to love me; I was waiting for permission to leave. I looked at the man who promised to protect me and spoke the words that would destroy him. "I, Brooke Rollins, reject you, Easton Spencer." As he clutched his chest in agony, the bond snapping like a whip, I walked out of the cell and into the arms of the rival Alpha who saw my true worth.

Chapters

Chapter 2

Brooke POV:

I walked.

By the time I reached the estate, my feet were blistered, and the wind had chilled me to the marrow.

My phone buzzed. Easton.

Meet us at the Holland residence. Bring the medical kit from my study. The one with the rare herbs.

I wasn't a wife. I was a glorified TaskRabbit.

I grabbed the kit and drove my beat-up sedan to the Holland estate.

I walked into the living room to find Kelly lounging on a velvet sofa, holding an ice pack to a cheek that wasn't even swollen. Easton was kneeling beside her.

"You're here," Easton said. "Give me the arnica salve."

I handed it over. He applied it gently. In wolf culture, grooming is intimate. It's a claim.

Kelly looked at me, smiled, and rubbed her neck against Easton's wrist. Scent-marking.

Easton didn't pull away.

"Easton," Kelly murmured. "The doctor said I need fresh air. Can we go to the lake house?"

"Of course," Easton said. He stood up. "Brooke, drive us."

I froze. "You want me to chauffeur you and your mistress to your vacation home?"

"She is not my mistress," Easton snapped. "She is a valued member of this pack you assaulted. Make amends."

"I won't."

Easton stepped closer. The air grew heavy. "Do not make me use the Command again. Drive."

The drive was hell. In the rearview mirror, they were a tableau of domestic bliss. Kelly's head on his shoulder, his fingers in her hair.

We arrived at the lake house. The Holland family was waiting on the porch like a welcoming committee.

I stepped out to get my bag.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kelly's mother sneered, blocking my path.

"Inside. It's my husband's house."

"Not tonight," Easton said, Kelly tucked under his arm. "The Hollands are upset. Your presence causes tension. Go back to the city."

"You're kicking me out?"

"I'm managing the peace," he corrected. Then, via Mind-Link :

Go home, Brooke. You're an embarrassment. Don't let your bad luck infect Kelly's recovery.

Bad luck. Is that what he called it? The mines, the poverty, the silent grief I carried?

I got back into the driver's seat. I didn't cry. I just reversed out of the driveway.

My phone pinged.

Mom: "Baby, the silver burn is spreading. Did the Alpha sign the check for the medicine yet?"

Tears finally blurred my vision. I had asked Easton a week ago. He promised. But tonight, he was popping champagne for Kelly while my mother rotted.

I pulled over.

I closed my eyes and found the mental connection to the Spencer Pack. A thick, humming rope.

I found the strand connecting me to Easton. Thin, frayed, cold.

I visualized a steel wall. I pushed against the connection until the hum faded.

For the first time in five years, my mind was quiet.

"No more," I whispered.

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Grace, after three years of silence from a crash that stole her voice and family, finally uttered a hoarse syllable. It was her first sound, a breakthrough she desperately wanted to share with Josiah, her childhood protector. Instead, through a slightly ajar door, she heard his careless chuckle, followed by a sharp, entitled voice. Alexandria's voice sliced through the air: "Josiah, are you really planning to bring that little mute to the banquet? She's a walking trailer park tragedy. It's embarrassing." Grace froze, waiting for Josiah to defend her. He didn't. Instead, he sighed, calling her "a responsibility" and "a lifeless ghost," then pulled Alexandria closer. The words were serrated blades. Her silent devotion, her self-erasure for his peace, had made her a punchline. He was relieved she was broken. The bitter realization of his betrayal ignited a cold, white-hot fury. Wiping away tears, Grace met Josiah, feigning her usual submissive smile, and quietly refused his "hush money." As he walked away without a glance, her inner voice was clear, sharp, and resolute: "I'm done playing your game."

Horror Modern Mystery

8.6

Bound By Contract, Tied By Faith

8.6

Ivy Hart didn't just lose love, she was destroyed by it. Publicly betrayed by the man she thought she'd marry, her heartbreak becomes a spectacle she can't escape. Humiliated, angry, and done believing in forever, Ivy swears she'll never be that vulnerable again. Then Damian Blackwood steps in. Ruthless. Possessive. A man who doesn't ask, he takes. His offer is simple, his tone is not: Marry me. A contract. Strict rules. No love. No questions. But Ivy quickly learns one thing. Damian doesn't share. Not his power. Not his control. And definitely not what he considers his. What was supposed to be a cold, calculated arrangement turns suffocatingly intense. The way he watches her. The way he touches her. The way his voice drops when he says, "You're mine, Ivy." It's not part of the contract. And neither is the jealousy that burns in his eyes when her past comes crawling back, begging for a second chance. Because Damian doesn't believe in love... But he believes in possession. And once he's claimed something, he never lets it go. As secrets unravel and the truth behind their marriage begins to surface, Ivy realizes she didn't just sign a contract. She signed herself over to a man who would destroy anyone who tries to take her away... even if that means destroying her too. When the contract ends, one question remains: Will Ivy walk away with her heart intact... or will Damian make sure she never leaves at all?

Action Horror Romance

8.3

Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil

8.3

My cousin Hailey paid a dock worker to assault me just to ruin my engagement. To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia. It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping. But when Hailey threw open the heavy iron door, leading my fiancé and the entire Bolton family to witness my "shame," her triumphant grin instantly vanished. She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug. She had caught me straddling Demetrius Maddox, the ruthless Iron King of Chicago. The air in the room dropped to absolute zero. My grandmother screamed in horror, and my father turned the color of ash. Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name. She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant. I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead. I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye. "Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you." Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth. "Prove it," he growled. I turned back to my trembling cousin and signaled the enforcer to hand me the whip.

Adventure Horror Modern

7.1

Once The Rejected Bride, Now His Eternal Nightmare

7.1

BLURB: Ashley Marsh was left at the altar, her fiancé choosing her stepsister in front of all of New York. Labeled "The Rejected Bride," she vanished in a cloud of humiliation. Five years later, she returns, but the shy heiress is gone. In her place is Ashley Sterling-a venture capitalist so powerful, so untouchable, that the very elite who laughed at her now scramble for her favor. Her mission is simple: a calculated, merciless takeover of the families that destroyed her. But when the man who broke her heart sees the woman she has become, his regret threatens to unravel her perfect plan for vengeance.

Horror Modern Romance

7.2

Six Years A Ghost, Now Real

7.2

My world shattered when I found the text on my husband's phone, revealing his year-long affair. But the deepest cut came from my eight-year-old son. He defended the other woman, Kallie, telling me, "Kallie says you're being selfish and you don't understand Dad." When I confronted them, my husband called me a liar about the baby I was secretly carrying. He had me beaten and publicly shamed at a party while our son watched, screaming that I was ugly and that Kallie should be his new mom. They took everything from me-my home, my dignity, and the love of my child. I was nothing to them but an obstacle. So, with the secret help of my mother-in-law, I faked my death. For six years, I was a ghost. I built a new life, a new family, and found a peace I never thought possible. Until the day my ex-husband and the son who betrayed me walked into my bakery, determined to reclaim a family they had already destroyed.

Horror Modern Romance

8.6

The Doctor, The Husband, The Lie

8.6

My Broadway dreams died with a fall on stage. For three agonizing years, my husband Hudson was my rock, nursing me through what doctors called a career-ending injury. Then I discovered the truth. My "injury" was a lie, a conspiracy orchestrated by my husband and our doctor, Bethany. They had been slowly poisoning me to keep me crippled and dependent. When I confronted them, they tried to silence me with an overdose. In the hospital, Bethany carved up my body with a scalpel. To complete their twisted fantasy, they decided she would carry my child, forcibly harvesting my embryos while I was awake on a pain-enhancing drug. Hudson just watched. "Just endure it, Emmy," he murmured. But they didn't break me. I escaped and meticulously erased myself from his world. My final act before disappearing was pressing 'send'-unleashing every piece of evidence to the entire world. "You took everything from me," I wrote. "Now, I'll take everything from you. Tenfold."

Horror Modern Mystery Romance

The Unwanted Omega: The Alpha's Late Regret

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