TRANSMIGRATED I CAN HEAR THE PSYCHO ALPHA INNER VOICE

One minute, I was a medical doctor rushing to work. The next, I woke up as a lowly omega inside the pages of my favorite werewolf novel The Psycho Alpha. Alpha Zachary Black. The cruel, ruthless, dangerously sexy Alpha of the Redwood Pack. The same man who kills anyone who breathes wrong around him. Especially women. He hates them. Despises weakness. And he definitely doesn't believe in love. And he chose me as his personal omega. But there's something wrong with me. I can hear his thoughts. Not just random thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Dark, possessive, obsessive ones about me. His so-called "personal omega." He thinks I'm weak, fragile, breakable... but he also wants to ruin me, claim me, devour me. Every time he looks at me, his inner voice screams things his lips would never dare say out loud. I should be afraid of him. I should run far, far away. But how do you escape someone who owns your body and now, wants your soul? Worse, he's starting to suspect I'm not who I say I am. Because I'm not just Christy, the omega. I'm a stranger in this world, trying to survive a plot I already know ends in blood.

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Chapter 3

"You poor omegas, why are you standing here?"

A redheaded girl sneered as she approached. "Don't you know you're polluting the air?"

She wore the shortest skirt I'd ever seen, her butt cheeks almost hanging out.

The crop top clung to her chest so tightly it looked painful. An omega trailed behind her, carrying a plate of snacks.

"Who is she?" I whispered to Annabel. "She's Olivia, daughter of the pack trainer. She thinks she's going to be the Alpha's mate."

Oh God, who in their right mind would want to be mated to that blood-sucking psycho?

"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you two!" Olivia shouted.

"I'm sorry," Annabel said quickly. "The Alpha is sleeping, so we're waiting outside until he wakes up."

"I don't care if he's asleep. Go ahead give her the tray." She pointed at me.

"Take this to the Alpha now! " she commanded me.

"What? Me?" My voice cracked. "I can't go in there! He'll kill me! I'm sorry, ma'am. The Alpha is sleeping. He can't be disturbed."

"Do I look like I care?" she snapped, thrusting the plate into my hands. "Take this snack to him now. Tell him it's from me."

"The Alpha is awake," one of the guards announced. Olivia snatched the plate back and dashed into the office, the omega girl close behind her. That was close. Then I heard the scream. "Ahhhh!" The Two guards dragged out the omega's lifeless body.

"She's dead," one said flatly. "He killed her." Two more guards followed, each gripping one of Olivia's arms. She was badly injured but still breathing. That's it. I'm running away from this place. He's killed three people in one day and I might be next.

"Oh, Moon Goddess..." Annabel whispered, trembling. "I don't want to die." She broke into sobs.

"Why are you two still out here?" a voice asked. I turned to see Elizabeth, the Alpha's sister approaching. "The Alpha is awake. You should be inside serving him."

"We're sorry," I said. "He was asleep. We didn't want to disturb him."

"That's fine. He's awake now. Go in. He might need something." She said frowning.

God help me. I know I'm going to die today. We entered the Alpha's office. He sat there, relaxed, bloodshot eyes gleaming. As if he hadn't just murdered three people.

"Why are these omegas walking like fools?" he muttered under his breath. "Can't they walk like normal wolves? And who dressed them? They look ridiculous." His voice again. The one only I could hear, his inner thoughts.

"Why is she staring at me like that? Has she seen a ghost?"

" Of course she has. You just murdered three people I said to myself

"Hmmm... this one smells like roses," he continued. "I wonder what her blood smells like. Should I bring her closer and slit her throat?" He asked in his inner voice.

"Oh God, he's thinking of killing me.

"She's got a nice shape though. What color of panties is she wearing? What if I bend her over and take her right here?"

That's it. I need to run. He's either going to kill me or rape me. I need to do something or say something that will take his mind off me.

"Alpha, is there anything you need?" I asked, desperate to escape from here.

"She's got a sweet voice," he thought. "I wonder how she'd moan if I fuck her right now. But why does she walk like a toad?"

Excuse me?! Did he just call me a toad in his inner voice?"

"All the omegas in this pack are ugly except this toad," he added. His eyes raked over me like I was something to eat.

"It's already afternoon. Where's my lunch? Useless omegas."

This psycho wants lunch? After killing the last girl who brought him a snack? At least I can hear his thoughts. I'll know when to run.

"I'm tired of eating meat every day," he continued. "Can't they cook something different? And why is this toad still staring at me like that?" Should I kill her? I'll count to twenty. If I don't have lunch by then, I'll kill her." 1... 2... 3...

"No, Alpha! I'm going to get your lunch now!" I screamed, bolting from the office. Annabel followed, panic in her eyes. We rushed to the kitchen. Elizabeth was directing the cook.

"Add more meat. Make the soup thicker. Spicier. Hurry. He must be hungry." When she turned and saw me, she smiled.

"Still alive? Impressive. Most don't last more than an hour. You? Three hours."

The worst three hours of my life, I said to myself. "The Alpha's lunch, ma'am."

"Just in time. Here." She handed me two plates meat and soup. Annabel grabbed the wine and water. What if he doesn't like it? Will he kill me too? Just as we enter his office I heard him again

"Hope this toad brought meat," I heard him think. "Or her flesh will replace it."

My knees nearly buckled. We placed the dishes on his desk. He stared at it like we just served him poison.

"Taste it," he ordered coldly. My hands shook as I took a spoonful of soup, then stabbed a piece of meat with the fork. I turned to Annabel and offered her some, she collected the meat from me her hand shaking as she at it.

"Alpha, I..I..I have-" The words wouldn't come out.

"Why's this toad stuttering? And chewing like that? She looks like a toad. Talks like a toad. Smells like vanilla though."

He snatched the spoon from me and tasted the soup.

"Not bad," he muttered. "Let's try the meat. Maybe I'll find a reason to kill someone."

"Oh God, He's hunting for an excuse again. He took a bite. His face twisted with rage. He flipped the table. Annabel fainted. He looked from me to her collapsed body.

"I didn't even touch her. Why did she faint?" Because you're a psycho killer!

"Who cooked this garbage?" he snapped. "Alpha the chef," I replied, heart thudding.

"Call her. Now."

"Yes, Alpha." I ran to the kitchen, praying the cook wouldn't die today.

"Elie... what's wrong? Why's the Alpha calling me?" the cook asked. "Did I do something wrong? I followed Elizabeth's instructions!"

"There's nothing wrong with the food. He's just a killer, I thought. My chest ached with guilt. The cook followed me sensing she was in danger. We entered the office. I bowed, then stepped aside in case he wants to kill me too then I can easily run from this corner.

"Why is the toad hiding in the corner?" the Alpha thought. "Does she want me to strangle her there?"

I immediately returned to the chef's side. "I'm sorry, Alpha," I whispered.

"She's apologizing again. This toad really is something. A cute one though. I won't kill her yet, Let me deal with the chef first."

"Alpha, I'm sorry" I made the food the way Elizabeth instructed me too.

"Come closer the Alpha said.

Please! please! don't go closer, he's going to kill you too I said to myself. The chef walked close to the psycho Alpha her body was shaking with fear like she knows what was coming.

I heard a crack sound. The cook fell down. Dead. He broke her neck!!. I wanted to scream, but my voice failed me. This fourth death I have witnessed In just one day. Everything spun. And then darkness.

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Apex Bloom This is the definitive "Rags to Riches" journey of a woman who was treated as disposable, only to return and conquer the most dangerous man in the underworld. Apex Bloom isn't just a title; it is Franco's survival game-a lethal, high-stakes gauntlet designed to chew up the weak and spit out the broken. Lolita wasn't supposed to survive it; she was supposed to be another casualty. Instead, she broke the game and took the man who created it. The Disposal Lolita begins as a woman discarded. Betrayed by her husband, Lyle, she is stripped of everything and thrown into the gutters of London. She is left with nothing but her wits in a world designed to erase her. Lyle didn't just leave her; he disposed of her like a spent asset, assuming she would quietly disappear. He was wrong. Entering the Game: Franco Rossi In the wreckage of her life, Lolita is forced into the Apex Bloom-the brutal survival game orchestrated by Franco Rossi. Franco is the underworld's apex predator, a man who believes in a world of absolute Darwinian ruthlessness. His game is designed to test the limits of human endurance, and he expects Lolita to be a pawn, a victim, or a fleeting distraction. Breaking the Architect Lolita doesn't just play Franco's game; she dismantles it. Using her brilliant mind and a newfound, weaponised confidence, she turns the Bloom into her own instrument of ascent. But her most calculated victory is over Franco himself. Through an intoxicating display of dominant power and erotic prowess, Lolita targets the man behind the machine. She doesn't just win; she breaks Franco's stoic, masculine code, forcing a full surrender of his will. She seduces the power away from the enforcer, turning the architect of the game into her most devoted subject. She proves that her dominance isn't just about force-it's about a total, soul-deep conquest that leaves the city's most dangerous man kneeling at her feet. The Rags to Riches Ascent The journey from a discarded wife to the Queen of the Apex Bloom is paved with the ruin of those who underestimated her. Lolita uses her sexuality and her intellect as twin blades, seizing the wealth and the territories of the men who thought they were players. By the time the dust settles, she has achieved unimaginable riches and undisputed authority, standing at the head of an empire built on the shattered remains of Franco's former life. The Final Sovereignty The book concludes with Lolita standing at the absolute summit. Her marriage to Franco in the Cotswolds is the ultimate victory lap-a coronation where the man who once ran the game now serves its new Queen. They are bound by blood and law, but it is Lolita who holds the reins. The story ends with The Syndicate, the global masters of the underworld, watching in shock. They thought they were dealing with another street-level syndicate; instead, they have found a woman who took the most lethal survival game in existence and made it her own.

Adventure Mafia Romance

9.2

Breaking Free to Stardom

9.2

As Dylan Andrews' kept companion, Elaine Willis was the epitome of perfection. To be readily available for her benefactor, she took on work for only three months each year, filming low-budget movies and maintaining a lukewarm career. Fully aware that Dylan saw her merely as a stand-in for his true love, she accepted it calmly, even deliberately mimicking the style of his beloved. Everyone mocked her as a fragile vine, unable to survive without a man, destined to be chained to Dylan's side forever. Yet, behind his back, she got two male escorts.

Adventure Modern Romance

7.6

Done Being A Shadow: The Wife's Escape

7.6

On the day I finally pried open the locked drawer in Marcus’s study, I didn't find a surprise anniversary gift. I found a shrine to my father's business partner, Izzy. Photos of a woman who looked exactly like me stared back. That was when I realized my marriage was nothing more than an expensive lie. I wasn't his wife; I was a customized substitute for the woman he couldn't have. The nightmare worsened when scalding soup was spilled at a restaurant. Marcus didn't hesitate. He threw his body over Izzy to shield her, leaving me to take the full force of the burns. Later, while I lay in the hospital bandaged and in agony, he didn't come to comfort me. He came to demand I donate a kidney to save Izzy. "If we both needed a kidney, who would you choose?" I asked him, desperate for a lie. "Izzy," he said instantly. "She has so much more to do." He didn't know I was pregnant. He didn't know that while he was begging me to save his mistress, the stress was killing his unborn child. I wiped my tears and laughed. "Okay," I said. I signed the divorce papers and left them on his desk. On top of them, I placed a medical report dated that morning: *Spontaneous Abortion.* Then, I boarded a one-way flight to Montana and vanished, leaving him to wake up to a world where he had saved his mistress but killed his family.

Adventure Modern Romance

7.2

Mated To The Possessive Wolf Admiral

7.2

I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber. Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle. To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl. Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness. But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure. When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral. He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me. He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed. "I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again." He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me. I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed. I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result. But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded. The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes. My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.

Adventure LGBT+LitRPG Sci-Fi Werewolf

7.0

Rebirth of the Luckiest Failure

7.0

Kael Draven died in the most humiliating way possible. Run over... while trying to save a piece of fried chicken. But death was not the end. When he opens his eyes, Kael finds himself reborn in a world of magic, monsters, and powerful mages. There is only one problem. He is the weakest mage in the academy. No talent. No skills. No magic that actually works. But just when everything seems hopeless, Kael discovers something strange. His luck... is completely broken. Spells miss him by accident. Enemies defeat themselves. Disasters turn into miracles. Every mistake somehow becomes a perfect victory. People start to notice. A genius. A hidden master. A terrifying prodigy. The more Kael tries to explain, the worse the misunderstandings become. "I tripped," Kael insists. "They call it flawless execution." As rumors spread and powerful enemies begin to watch him, Kael is pulled into conflicts far beyond his understanding. From academy duels to world-shaking wars, his so-called "luck" begins to reveal something far more dangerous. Because this power is not random. And Kael might not be its first owner. Now hunted by those who fear him, trusted by those who believe in him, and followed by a mysterious silver-haired mage who refuses to look away... Kael must survive a world that thinks he is a genius. Even if he knows the truth. "I am not strong," Kael says. The world disagrees.

Adventure Fantasy Young Adult

9.1

Reborn To Escape The Cruel Mate

9.1

I'm Brooke, a she-wolf who loved Julian fiercely until his accident tore us apart. Trapped in a cruel pack alliance, I endured betrayal and violence, faking my death to escape. Reborn as Lydia in Orinvale Town, I built a new life as a lifeguard and restaurateur, clinging to Julian's memory. Six years later, fate reunited us, but he's a stranger with no past. As we rediscover our bond, I confront old wounds and buried truths, finding strength to reclaim my heart.

Adventure Fantasy Romance

TRANSMIGRATED I CAN HEAR THE PSYCHO ALPHA INNER VOICE

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