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 4
Evelyn Thorne POV:
Martha shoved me into a small, damp room in the Packhouse cellar. The air was thick with the smell of mildew and defeat. A single, hard cot was pushed against one wall. This was an Omega’s quarters. This was my new home.
She tossed a bundle of coarse, gray fabric at my feet. It was a servant’s uniform. "Your new clothes," she sneered, the word 'Wolfless' a venomous hiss on her tongue. "Work begins before sunrise in the kitchens. Don't be late."
The heavy door slammed shut, and the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed in the small space. I was a prisoner.
I sank onto the lumpy mattress, my body one giant, throbbing ache. The humiliation of the past twenty-four hours pressed down on me, a physical weight threatening to suffocate me. I felt utterly and completely alone, a speck of dust in a hostile universe.
I curled into a tight ball, pressing my face into the musty blanket. I didn't want to cry, didn't want to give them the satisfaction, but the tears came anyway, silent and hot, soaking the rough fabric. *Is there anyone left?* I cried out in the silence of my own mind. *Anyone at all?*
A voice, clear and strong and laced with irritation, exploded in my head.
*"Stop crying. It's loud, and we haven't lost yet."*
My eyes flew open. I shot up, my heart hammering against my ribs as I scanned the empty, shadowed room. There was no one there.
It had to be a hallucination, my grief-addled mind playing tricks on me.
*"I'm not a hallucination, you idiot,"* the voice snapped, even clearer this time. *"I'm in here. With you. I've been awake for a while, but that ridiculous ceremony of yours knocked me for a loop."*
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. An inner wolf? But... they said I was Wolfless. Everyone did.
Hesitantly, I formed a question in my mind. *Who are you?*
*"Who am I? I'm Aries! I'm your wolf! And for the record, this vessel you've provided is a little dense for not figuring out how to let me out, but I am most definitely here."* The voice was vibrant, arrogant, and so full of life it was a stark contrast to the despair that had consumed me.
A dizzying, incredulous joy surged through me. I wasn't Wolfless. I had a wolf! I wasn't broken!
But the euphoria was quickly chased by confusion. *Then why? Why couldn't I shift?*
There was a pause, and I could almost feel her concentrating. *"I don't know,"* Aries said, her tone less certain now. *"It feels... blocked. Like there’s a wall between us and the outside. It's weird. I've never heard of anything like it."*
The hope that had flared so brightly dimmed. So I had a wolf, but a useless one. To the pack, I was still the same—a broken thing, a failure.
Aries must have sensed my plunging spirits. *"Hey! None of that,"* she commanded. *"Don't get all gloomy again. The point is, you're not alone anymore. And I can feel it, Evelyn. I'm strong. Stronger than any of those prancing mutts upstairs."*
Her fierce confidence was infectious. A tiny spark of strength ignited within me. We had a secret. A dangerous one. If the Alpha found out I had a wolf I couldn't release, what would he do? He might see me as an even greater abomination.
*We have to keep this a secret,* I told her, my mind racing. *No one can ever know you exist.*
*"Fine,"* Aries grumbled, clearly displeased with the idea of hiding. *"But you have to promise me we'll figure out what's wrong. I have no intention of spending my entire existence cooped up in your skull."*
It was a deal. For the first time since my parents died, I felt a flicker of real hope. I had an ally. I was in hell, but I wasn't in it alone.
I listened as Aries launched into a litany of complaints about the hard bed, the foul air, and the general injustice of our situation. Her indignant chatter was the most comforting sound I had ever heard.
I sat up, wiping the tears from my face, and took a real look at my prison cell. My purpose was clear now. I had to survive. For Ren. For Aries. And for myself. I had to uncover the truth.
*"Oh! I almost forgot!"* Aries exclaimed, her voice suddenly giddy. *"Our Mate! We need to find our Fated Mate! He'll be able to help us! What about the Alpha's son? I remember his scent... it was... interesting."*
The mention of Desmond was a fresh stab of pain.
*Don't talk about him,* I shot back, my mental voice cold and sharp. *And besides, what Fated Mate would want an Omega? A 'Wolfless' girl? The Goddess doesn't give mates to the broken.*
Aries fell silent, sensing the depth of my pain. A moment later, a strange, gentle warmth spread through me, a feeling of being held and comforted from the inside out. It was her. In the suffocating darkness of that cellar, after two long years of aching loneliness, it was the first real hug I’d received.
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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.