The Weak Omega's Secret: Rise of the Alchemist

For nine hundred and eighty-six nights, I was exiled to the guest room while my husband, Alpha Corbett, let his dead wife’s sister sleep in our master suite. He claimed Ivana needed his pheromones to sleep. I was just the glorified janitor in my own pack. But the breaking point wasn't the neglect. It was the macaron. "Eat it," Corbett ordered, holding out the green cookie. "Show me you accept my apology." "I'm allergic to pistachios," I whispered. "I'll die." He didn't listen. His eyes flashed red. "Eat it." The Alpha Command seized my motor functions. My hand moved against my will, shoving the poison into my mouth. As my throat instantly swelled, I tasted the metallic tang of Wolfsbane. Ivana hadn't just ignored my allergy; she had laced it. I collapsed on the kitchen tiles, clawing at my windpipe, turning purple. From the living room, Ivana let out a fake, high-pitched shriek. "Corbett! My anxiety! It's coming back!" Corbett looked down at me, convulsing and suffocating on the floor. Then he looked toward the living room. The choice took him less than a second. He physically stepped over my dying body. "Hold on, Ivana! I'm coming!" he cooed, leaving me to die alone on the cold grout. I managed to jam an EpiPen into my thigh, gasping as air forced its way back into my lungs. As I lay there shivering, I didn't feel sadness. I felt clarity. I dragged myself to my studio, packed my research, and sent a single email. To: The Royal Lycan King. Subject: I accept. By the time Corbett realized Ivana was a fraud pregnant with another man's child, I was already gone. And when he finally came begging on his knees, he found me in the arms of a King who would burn the world before he let me bow.

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Chapter 5

Jenna POV:

The Pack House ballroom was suffocating.

I wore a long-sleeved black dress to hide the bandages. I had sold my grandmother's diamond earrings an hour ago. The cash was taped to my thigh.

Corbett stood at the front, holding a champagne flute. Ivana was beside him in a silver gown that looked suspiciously like my altered wedding dress.

"Welcome," Corbett boomed. "Tonight is about healing. My sister-in-law, Ivana, has turned her trauma into beauty. I present: Broken Memories."

He pulled the cloth from an easel.

The painting was a crude depiction of a wolf crying blue tears mixed with blood and glass.

She had painted my breakdown. She had painted the destruction of my father's legacy and titled it her trauma.

"Ivana captured the pain of living with mental instability," Corbett said solemnly, looking at me. "We must support the fragile."

The spotlight swung to me. Three hundred pairs of eyes. The crazy Luna.

I walked forward. The crowd parted, sensing the strange, cold void where my scent should be.

I reached the stage. Corbett looked down, smug. He thought I was coming to apologize.

"You like the painting, Jenna?" Ivana chirped into the mic. "I think it captures your... essence."

I ignored her. I looked at Corbett.

"You think I am fragile," I said. My voice wasn't amplified, but in the silent room, every wolf heard it.

"Jenna, don't make a scene," Corbett warned, his Alpha tone vibrating.

I raised my left hand. With my bandaged right, I gripped the platinum mating ring.

I pulled. It scraped over the knuckle.

The moment the metal left my skin, a shockwave hit the room. A collective gasp. To remove a mating ring in public was a declaration of war.

I dropped the ring on the table next to the painting. It clattered loudly.

"I am not fragile, Corbett," I said clearly. "I am just finished."

I closed my eyes, found the thick, pulsating cable of our Mind-Link, and visualized a pair of shears.

Snip.

I slammed a mental wall down. The link severed. The constant background noise of his emotions vanished. Silence. Blessed silence.

Corbett stumbled back, clutching his chest. "Jenna!" he roared, eyes flashing red. "I command you to stop!"

The Command washed over me.

But I didn't kneel.

I was already halfway out the door. The Command faltered. Why? Because in my heart, I no longer recognized him as my Alpha.

I pushed through the double doors into the night.

"Where to?" the taxi driver asked.

"The airport," I said. "International terminal."

As the car pulled away, I saw Corbett running out the front doors, frantic, sniffing the air.

But thanks to the masking agent, I was already a ghost.

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"Your daughter's Punnett square project is quite unique, Mrs. Vance," the science teacher slides the wrinkled worksheet across the steel desk. For five years, I played the devoted mother to Maya, the orphaned girl my husband Mark brought home after his supposed best friend died in a car crash. I wiped her tears, baked her cupcakes, and loved her as my own flesh. Now, staring at the dominant alleles circling Maya’s blood type on the paper, the math fails. The dead best friend was O-negative. Mark is AB-positive. Maya is AB-positive. He didn't adopt an orphan; he smuggled his dead subordinate’s illegitimate child into our home under the guise of grief. He expects me to keep playing the saint. Instead, I’m calling my lawyer to draft an irrevocable family trust. The front door clicks open downstairs. Mark's heavy footsteps echo in the hall, calling out for his "two favorite girls."

Modern Mystery Romance

8.3

After My Lover Forgot Me, I Let Him Go

8.3

The rain had been falling for three hours straight when I heard the knock. It wasn't really a knock. More like something heavy leaning against the door. A thud, then silence, then another thud. Like someone didn't have the strength to lift their fist but kept trying anyway. I was sitting on the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal I wasn't eating, scrolling through headlines on my phone. The same headlines I'd been reading for four days. HOLDEN ARMSTRONG STILL MISSING AFTER ON-SET EXPLOSION. A-LIST STAR VANISHES FROM CEDARS-SINAI — SEARCH INTENSIFIES. WHERE IS HOLDEN ARMSTRONG?

Modern Mystery Romance

9.1

After the Lab Betrayal, I Sought Revenge

9.1

The laboratory explosion had leaked crucial data, but as the project lead, I found myself unexpectedly calm, savoring a cup of instant noodles. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was in a frenzy, bombarding me with messages, urging me to return. In my previous life, I had come back to find my computer brimming with papers supposedly written by my "junior colleague." I was accused of being a plagiarist as she tearfully claimed I had stolen her research. My boyfriend testified against me, alleging I had a history of dishonesty. I was ousted from the team, and the online backlash invaded my personal life. I lost my job, spiraled into despair, and eventually succumbed to severe depression, ending my life. Yet they thrived, reaping profits from the vaccine developed using my research. Upon being reborn, I resolved not to repeat the same mistakes. Instead, I headed to the countryside to farm, eager to see if the habitual plagiarist could develop the vaccine without me. The moment I submitted my resignation, my boyfriend couldn't stay quiet.

Modern Mystery Romance

9.8

He Chose His Secret Wife Over Me

9.8

I reached for my fiancé's phone to silence an alarm and found a hidden folder named "The Protocol." Inside was a spreadsheet that systematically dismantled my entire existence. Task 399: Buy blue hydrangeas. Note: Her favorite. For Denzel. Task 400: Schedule anniversary dinner. Note: Make sure she feels special. For Denzel. In that heartbeat, I realized the man I had loved for three years hadn't looked at me once without seeing a chore list left by his dead brother. I wasn't Elfrieda Stewart, the woman Jaxon Tate loved. I was a legacy project. The truth turned lethal at our engagement gala. When a massive chandelier detached from the ceiling, Jaxon didn't lunge for me. He tackled his "ex" Janice—who I later discovered was his secret wife—to safety. He left me standing in the center of the target to be crushed by shattering glass. But the cruelty didn't end there. On a "reconciliation" yacht trip, Janice pushed me overboard. Jaxon looked at me struggling in the freezing black water, then threw the life preserver to her. He saved the shark and left me to drown. I lost everything in that water, including the unborn child I hadn't even told him about. He thought I was dead. He thought he was free to play house with Janice. But my brother pulled me from the darkness. And when I resurfaced in Norway, wearing the ring of a man far more dangerous than Jaxon could ever dream of being, Jaxon realized too late that he had destroyed the only thing that could have saved him.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.5

Husband Schemes to Sell Baby

8.5

The car ride home from the hospital felt longer than it should have. Every bump in the road sent a sharp jolt through my abdomen, reminding me of the angry red line carved across my lower belly. The doctors had warned me the incision would be sensitive for weeks, but nothing prepared me for this—the constant ache that pulsed with every breath, every slight movement. Bennett drove carefully, his hands steady on the wheel. I watched him from the passenger seat, grateful for his focus. Our daughter slept peacefully in her car seat behind us, oblivious to the pain her arrival had cost me. Worth it, I told myself. Every second of agony was worth her tiny, perfect existence. "You're going to love this," Bennett said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice carried a strange excitement I couldn't quite place.

Modern Mystery Romance

7.1

Lust Behind Closed Doors

7.1

Behind every locked door lies a secret... For Elena, it's the hunger she hides from her cold and distant husband. For Adrian, it's the forbidden desire he feels for the one woman he should never touch-his stepmother. What begins as stolen glances and teasing remarks quickly spirals into something dangerous. Behind closed doors, guilt turns into obsession, lust turns into fire, and the line between right and wrong disappears. But how long can they keep their dirty secret before it explodes, tearing the family apart? A forbidden romance dripping with passion, danger, and irresistible temptation.

Modern Mystery Romance

The Weak Omega's Secret: Rise of the Alchemist

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