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 5
Evelyn Thorne POV:
Two years. Two years of scrubbing floors, hauling laundry, and enduring the casual cruelty of the pack. Two years of being invisible, a ghost haunting the servant’s corridors of the Packhouse.
Today was my twentieth birthday. No one remembered. No one cared. Omegas didn’t have birthdays.
*"Two years and we're still washing dishes,"* Aries grumbled in my head as I plunged my hands into the greasy water of the kitchen sink. *"Are you ever going to fight back? You could, for instance, smash this plate over that old hag Martha's head."*
*And get locked in the punishment cell for three days without food,* I replied calmly, my hands moving in a steady, practiced rhythm. *It would only make things harder for Ren at the training grounds. It's not worth it.*
I had learned patience. I had learned to swallow my pride, to wear a mask of numb obedience. Every insult, every shove, I stored it away, letting it fuel the quiet, secret fire within me. I spent my nights practicing the fighting moves I observed from the warrior training sessions, my body growing stronger in the shadows, my power coiling tighter within me, waiting.
The kitchen doors swung open, and Lily Crest swept in, flanked by two of her fawning friends. She was the jewel of the pack now, beautiful and popular, and everyone assumed she would be Desmond's chosen mate, the future Luna.
She wrinkled her perfectly powdered nose at the kitchen’s steamy air and then her cold, blue eyes landed on me.
"Well, look what we have here," she said, her voice dripping with saccharine poison. "Still scrubbing away, our little Wolfless."
The other Omegas in the kitchen bowed their heads, making themselves smaller, trying to disappear. I kept my eyes on the sink, my face a blank wall. Ignoring her was the most effective weapon I had.
My indifference clearly enraged her. She glided closer and, with a deliberate 'oops,' tipped her glass of juice. The sticky, red liquid puddled on the floor I had just finished mopping.
"How clumsy of me," she tittered, her friends giggling behind her. "Lick it up, Omega. Maybe I'll let you have the scraps from my dinner tonight."
*"Kill her,"* Aries roared in my mind, a wave of pure fury crashing against my consciousness. *"Let me out, Evelyn! I'll rip her throat out!"*
I clenched my fists, my short, clean nails digging into my palms. The sharp sting of pain helped me focus. This was a test. She wanted a reaction. She wanted to see me break.
I would not give her the satisfaction.
Wordlessly, I picked up a rag, knelt, and began to wipe up the mess.
My submission seemed to bore her. With a sigh of theatrical frustration, she kicked the bucket of dirty water beside me. Icy, foul-smelling water sloshed over my legs and soaked the hem of my thin uniform.
She leaned down, her face close to my ear, her voice a venomous whisper meant only for me. "Did you know it's your birthday today, too? A sad little party for one in the dirt. Meanwhile, Desmond is spending his entire day planning the magnificent celebration he's throwing for *me* tonight."
That did it. The mention of his name, the casual, possessive way she spoke it, was a poisoned dagger straight to the heart.
My head snapped up. For a split second, the mask slipped, and she saw the cold, murderous rage in my eyes.
She flinched, taking an involuntary step back, a flicker of fear in her eyes before it was replaced by renewed anger.
Before she could say or do anything else, Martha bustled into the kitchen. Her scowl at me instantly transformed into a fawning smile when she saw Lily.
"Miss Crest! How lovely to see you." She then rounded on me. "You, girl! Stop dawdling! You'll be serving at Miss Lily's party tonight. There's much to be done!"
Of course. The cruelty was exquisite. Forcing me to serve at my tormentor’s birthday party.
Lily’s triumphant smile returned. "Excellent, Martha. Put her on drink duty. I can't wait to see the look on our future Alpha's face when he sees what’s become of his old... playmate."
She turned and swept out of the kitchen, her laughter echoing behind her.
I stayed on my knees, methodically cleaning up the mess. Aries was quiet now, her rage simmering down into a shared, aching pain.
I knew what tonight would be. It wasn't a party. It was a public execution of my dignity.
I looked at my own pathetic reflection in the murky water on the floor. My face was pale and thin, but my eyes... my eyes burned with a cold, hard light.
*One day, Aries,* I promised my wolf, my voice a silent vow in my soul. *Everyone who has ever humiliated us will pay. A hundred times over.*
*"I'm counting on it,"* she replied, her voice regaining its strength. *"But for now, let's go to this stupid party. Who knows... maybe our fate changes tonight."*
There was a strange, prophetic note in her voice that sent a shiver down my spine.
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9.3
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I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras.
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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!"
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.