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WEAK OMEGA: Loved by an Alpha King Novel Cover

WEAK OMEGA: Loved by an Alpha King

Blurb: Rejected by her mate, sold as a slave by her family, Lilith is bittered by the amount of betrayal she suffered in the hands of those that she calls family. Hurt by rejection, she gets herself drunk and has a one night stand with a total stranger and then sees him as the Alpha of Blood moon pack.. The same pack she's meant to become a slave at. Meeting the Alpha of Blood moon pack and recognizing him as the stranger from that night, she did everything to avoid him. But, the more Lilith tries to get away from Alpha Damian, the more she finds herself getting closer to him. The more the Alpha King desires her.
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Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2.

-LILITH-

A better option I found was the bar. Looking around, there are more happy people drinking than sad ones.

If I'm not mistaken, I must be the only heartbroken creature right now.

Battling with my broken heart. Tonight, I need a drink.

Perhaps, I'm cursed. Maybe happiness isn't in my life line.

As if being born as an Omega wasn't enough, the only thing I thought I could keep for myself, my mate. He just rejected me.

Not for anybody else, but for my half sister.

What is more devastating than having rejection as a wolf?

Sylas never acted like he despised me, and in a few months, I thought he would come to claim me.

Maybe I fantasized about it way too much.

It hurts so much. My heart feels like it's about to rip out of my chest.

Ever since my father died, life has been a living hell for me. My step mother took everything into her possession.

From being a daddy's girl, I was reduced to a mere slave and treated like a worthless piece of trash.

Now, my mate gets taken by Seraphina? What does she have that makes her so special?

“She’s a better werewolf than we are, Lilith. We are an Omega, the lowest rank of all Werewolf creatures” Lena sounded in my head and went silent again like she has been all this time.

Her voice, I could tell she was sulking quietly. We share the same body but I feel so sorry for her.

Lena is right, Seraphina is better than I am. She has a beautiful face and a perfect figure to strike the attention of anyone.

“Another glass, please”

Tonight, I want to drink away my frustration and let go of everything.

I want to become someone I have never been before. Someone who isn't all cooked up doing chores and getting beaten for every slight mistake.

Someone, who wants to dare the very next person that walks right into the bar.

My eyes darted to the entrance door and it lingered there for sometime.

Just like I predicted, a manly figure walked right in. Huge, broad and alluring.

Lena wagged her tail, indicating that the stranger is the perfect night card.

However, I didn't move an inch but kept my drowsy eyes on the stranger, unsure whether to make a move or not.

“Go get him Lilith. You gave yourself the challenge, why chicken out now?”

Silence. No response.

“I want to get laid tonight, Lilith. That's the way I can get over the nasty betrayal of that jerk. Go to him, else, I'll forever stay silent”

With Lena's determination, I sprang to my feet, also determined to get laid. I stood in front of the stranger, eyes staring directly into his, daringly.

“Get out of my way”

I stood my ground. It's so obvious that in whatever way I'm acting right now, is due to the alcohol.

In my right senses, I would never speak so boldly to anyone. Especially to a man of such domineering aura lurking around him.

His intense gaze would probably make anyone fall on their feet and bow their heads.

But, that is not the case for me.

“I asked you a question”

Hands on my waist, I moved closer, staring at him with utmost confidence.

“Who are you to tell me that?”

I pushed my hair backwards.

“Listen.. I have a favour to ask. Have sex with me, will you?”

No response from the stranger but the huge frown on his face. Still, I won't back down.

“I will let you go just because you are drunk, Now leave” He ordered.

“I'm sorry, but I'm not backing down”

With a determined force from Lena who has been impatient, I grabbed the stranger and sealed my lips with him.

I felt something new but I'm not so sure because it probably could be just desire at the moment.

Rejected by my mate, I want to get laid so badly and mend my broken heart.

Sounds weird? But it's not.

Perhaps, this stranger right here would be the reason why I get over the betrayal.

I'm aware of the fact that by morning, I might regret my actions but right now, I just want to enjoy this moment like never before.

_______________

Betrayal feels like a deep wound that can never be healed. Even in my sleep, I could still hear him rejecting me.

“I have chosen Seraphina and I'll stick to her. And let the moon goddess hear me now, I reject you, Lilith, as my mate. I reject every connection we've had and anything that binds us as mates..”

Those words from Sylas still break my heart to pieces even when I thought that by morning or when I get laid, it would help take those bad memories away, but she's wrong.

It still hurts so bad.

Waking up, it was just me in bed. The stranger was gone, not a single trace of him anywhere.

I felt glad. That way, I don't have to give any damn explanation and maybe, she's never going to come across him anymore.

That's pretty good.

Talk about regret, I have no single regret about what I did.

And this might be the clue that I need because hereafter, I'm nothing but a low life slave whose only worth is washing dirty dishes, doing the laundry and serving my family.

No one would come for me. No one would want to be with a weak Omega.

After getting dressed, I headed home.

Nervousness kicked in as I thought about the mistreatment I would get from my stepmother.

I made a big mistake pushing her off and running off last night.

My stepmother might as well cut off my left ear and have me eat it.

As I approached my house, my anxiety increased. For a moment, I thought of running away and never coming back.

But, that would be worse because I have nowhere else to go.

Slowly and quietly, I pushed the door open and stepped in. It's still so early in the morning and everyone might still be asleep.

And I have to get in quietly so as not to make any noise.

If I could just be lucky this once and escape my stepmother's wrath, I would be so happy.

Even as the door made squeaky sounds, it scared me to death. On the tip of my toes, I went in.

I could hear my heart beating fast and Lena, she's just as scared as I am right now.

“Stop right there, you bloody piece of trash!!”

I froze to a spot as my step mother's voice echoed through the walls of the room.

My heart sank deep and I knew for a fact that I'm nothing but a dead meat.

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