The Wolfless Omega's Vow Of Revenge
My parents died as heroes for the Gloomfang Pack, but on my eighteenth birthday, my body violently rejected the shift.
Alpha Philip immediately declared me a "Wolfless" abomination, stripping me of my legacy and throwing me into the cellars as an Omega slave.
My childhood best friends didn't even try to defend me. Lily smiled in triumph, and Desmond—the Alpha's son—looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.
For two years, I scrubbed their floors and swallowed their daily humiliations just to keep my little brother safe.
Until Lily's birthday party, when the Moon Goddess sent down a divine light and revealed the ultimate cruel joke: Desmond was my Fated Mate.
"I reject you, Evelyn Thorne, as my mate."
He whispered the words on the terrace, his eyes filled with contempt as the severed bond tore my soul apart.
But a second later, he noticed his father watching us from the shadows.
Desmond's face instantly morphed into a flawless mask of tender adoration.
He pulled me into his arms and announced to the stunned crowd, "Let the Moon Goddess be my witness. Evelyn is my Fated Mate. She is your future Luna."
I leaned against his chest, listening to the steady, terrifying heartbeat of a liar.
Why did he fake the acceptance? What sick, twisted game are the Alpha and his son playing with my life?
They think they have trapped a broken, shiftless Omega. They don't know my wolf is actually awake inside my mind, furious and waiting.
I will play his perfect little Luna for now. But when they finally let their guard down, I'm going to tear their pack apart.
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Chapter 3
Evelyn Thorne POV:
The next morning, I was forced to my knees on the cold stone floor of the Packhouse’s great hall. A dull, aching pain throbbed in every joint, a phantom echo of the night's failed transformation.
The entire pack was assembled, their eyes on me. I was a spectacle, a monster. I could feel their fear, their contempt, their pity—and the pity was the worst of all.
In a far corner, I saw Ren. The pack caretaker held him firmly, his small face streaked with tears as he tried to fight his way to my side. Our eyes met, and a fresh wave of despair washed over me.
Alpha Philip sat on his high-backed stone throne, a grim monarch about to pass judgment. When he spoke, his voice wasn't just heard; it was felt. The power of his Alpha's Command resonated directly in our minds, a deep, unyielding force.
"Last night, the Moon Goddess made her will known."
My stomach plummeted. This was it.
The Alpha rose and paced slowly toward me, his presence dominating the cavernous hall. He stopped directly in front of me, forcing me to crane my neck to look up at him. "Evelyn Thorne," he began, his voice laced with a cruel irony, "daughter of heroes, has failed to receive the Goddess's blessing. There is no wolf within you."
He emphasized 'daughter of heroes,' twisting the title into an accusation, a stark illustration of how far I had fallen. He was making an example of me, reinforcing his creed: power is the only currency in this pack. Legacy is worthless without it.
I wanted to scream that he was wrong, that I could feel *something* deep inside me, a coiled, dormant presence. But I had no proof, no words to fight the finality of his declaration.
Whispers erupted around the hall. The word 'unlucky' and 'bad omen' slithered through the air.
Beta Richard Stonecroft, Lily's father, stepped forward and read from a leather-bound book of pack law. His voice was devoid of emotion. "One who cannot shift is deemed incomplete. Their rank within the pack is subject to reassessment."
Behind him, Lily stood tall, a smug, triumphant smile playing on her lips. She watched me, her former friend, with the cold satisfaction of a predator. Beside the Alpha, Desmond stood rigid, his face a blank mask. He refused to look at me. His silence was his consent, his final, damning betrayal.
My heart, already fractured, turned to ice.
Alpha Philip raised a hand, and the hall fell silent. He looked down at me, his eyes cold and hard as granite. His verdict, delivered through the inescapable force of his Command, slammed into my mind.
"I, Alpha Philip Blackwood, declare Evelyn Thorne to be... Wolfless!"
The word was a physical weight, crushing the air from my lungs.
"From this day forward," he continued, his voice ringing with absolute authority, "she is stripped of all honors and provisions due to a warrior's orphan. She is to be re-ranked as an Omega. She will serve this pack and, in doing so, atone for her weakness."
Omega. The lowest of the low. A servant. A scapegoat. A nobody.
A few gasps rippled through the crowd, but they were quickly drowned out by murmurs of approval. It was a practical solution. They could contain the 'bad omen' while still exploiting my labor.
I lifted my head, my gaze locking with the Alpha’s. The tears I expected to fall never came. My eyes were dry, my soul a desolate wasteland.
My voice was a raw, quiet rasp, but it cut through the silence. "What about my brother? What about Ren?"
It was the only thing that mattered.
The Alpha seemed momentarily surprised by my defiance, by the fact that I wasn't weeping at his feet. "He will remain in the care of the pack until his own shifting ceremony," he said, his tone clipped. "His future will be determined by his own strength."
The unspoken threat hung in the air between us. Ren's fate was tied to my obedience.
I understood. To ensure my brother had a chance, a real chance to grow up safe, I had to swallow this poison. I had to endure this humiliation.
I bowed my head, the gesture of submission tearing at what was left of my pride. "I... accept," I choked out.
A flicker of satisfaction crossed the Alpha's face. He nodded once, then turned his gaze toward the head of the house staff. "Martha. Take her below. Teach her the rules."
A large, sour-faced woman I knew as Martha Gable, the head maid, lumbered forward. She grabbed my arm in a painfully tight grip, her fingers digging into my bicep, and hauled me to my feet.
As she dragged me from the hall, I stole one last glance at Desmond. He finally met my eyes. For a fraction of a second, I saw a flash of anguish, of regret, before it was ruthlessly extinguished by the cold mask of the future Alpha.
The heavy oak doors of the great hall slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing like the closing of a tomb. It locked me out of my old life and sealed me into my new one. My hell had just begun.
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9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
9.3
Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine.
But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him.
When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement.
I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive.
I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras.
"That was for my father and brother."
Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.
7.6
Top DEA agent Kaitlynn Bruce woke up to a heavy, chemical lethargy, only to realize she was trapped in the body of a weak, abused war widow.
Before she could even process her new reality, she heard her sister-in-law counting cash, selling her unconscious body to a local thug for a measly two hundred dollars.
The thug dragged her new seven-year-old son, Cason, into the bedroom.
"Mommy!"
When the boy reached out, the man brutally kicked his small body into a wooden doorframe, leaving him gasping and bleeding on the floor.
Memories flooded Kaitlynn's mind. Her predecessor was a pathetic doormat whose husband's military pension had been bled dry by these greedy in-laws, leaving her children to starve and suffer endless abuse.
But as Kaitlynn looked at the bleeding boy's dark, unnervingly alert eyes, a chilling piece of DEA intelligence clicked in her mind.
Cason Richmond.
The name, the town, the abusive aunt—it all matched the classified files of the "Director of the Hive," the most ruthless and feared cartel puppet master in the criminal underworld.
How could this battered, starving child be destined to become the ultimate monster she used to hunt?
The original widow's tragic death was supposed to be the catalyst that pushed this boy into total darkness.
But Kaitlynn Bruce was not a victim.
Adrenaline burning through the drugs, she cracked the thug's neck with a brass lamp and choked the sister-in-law against the wall.
Looking down at the boy who was supposed to become a global nightmare, she made a vow. She was going to rewrite his script, even if she had to burn the whole world down to do it.
8.2
In our beast world, females are treated as nothing more than precious breeding stock to keep the pack strong. As the pack's best Mender, I spent all my time focusing on my healing herbs, completely ignoring my maturity ritual.
But tonight, the blind pack elder grabbed my wrist and delivered a chilling ultimatum.
If I don't choose my mates by the next Full Moon, the Council of Elders will force a match and assign them to me.
The threat is already suffocating. Arrogant, elite warriors like Caleb Quinn are pacing outside my door like starving wolves, stalking my porch and using pack business to corner me. At home, the reality of multiple mates is even worse. My mother has two mates—my father, the strongest Alpha, and my cold, intellectual step-father. Their toxic, murderous jealousy turns our house into a daily war zone. They literally unleash suffocating killing intent on innocent cubs just for hugging my mother.
I am disgusted by this sick, possessive obsession. I refuse to let my life become a battlefield of jealous males fighting over who gets to guard my door, and I absolutely refuse to be forced into a harem by the Elders.
So, I made a declaration that shocked my entire family and broke every pack tradition.
"I will only ever take one mate."
And to make sure none of those predatory warriors can touch me, I set an impossible trap.
"Whoever wants me must defeat my father first."
7.0
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child.
Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby.
To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner.
They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his.
The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused.
But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.
9.0
For years, I exhausted myself trying to be the perfect, obedient heiress of the ultra-wealthy Carlisle family.
But my reward wasn't their love. Instead, I was abruptly branded a fake, thrown out of the estate, and sent to a brutal black-site prison to take the fall for someone else's crimes.
My cold CEO brother, Julian, didn't lift a finger to save me. My carefully selected boyfriend, Connor, sold me out without a second thought.
In that maximum-security cell, I was stripped of my dignity. I ate moldy, insect-infested bread, and my soft hands were covered in thick, ugly scars from fighting off murderers.
I watched inmates get beaten half to death over a single cracker, while my so-called family continued their pristine, luxurious lives on the outside.
"She's just a parasite, let her rot."
I died in that dark cell, completely abandoned. The sheer exhaustion of trying to please them, of trying to be flawless, washed over my final moments like a physical sickness.
I didn't understand why my absolute loyalty was repaid with such ruthless cruelty.
Then, water rushed out of my lungs in a violent, burning surge.
I opened my eyes to the pristine blue pool of the Carlisle estate, my body completely unscarred. I had reverted to being fifteen again.
This time, I was done playing the perfect daughter. If my fate was a prison cell, I was going to spend my remaining freedom tearing their perfect world apart.