Mia, an omega without the wolf gene, endures years of torment and bullying by the Lycan King's triplets. Left for dead after being framed and beaten by them, she is saved by a witch who trains her in ancient magic. Now, seven years later, Mia returns with a revenge plan that could unleash darkness in the world. But a twist awaits-the news of her true identity and the fact that her biggest bully, the ruthless eldest son of the Lycan King, is her mate. As secrets unravel, Mia faces a choice: continue on her quest for vengeance or embrace love for peace. What path will she choose? A gripping tale of power, revenge, and an unexpected bond in a world on the brink of chaos.
My alarm clock rang aggressively for the third time, awakening me from the amazing sleep I was enjoying.
Groaning loudly, I stretched my hand to reach out for the clock by my bedside, whilst my face remained planted on the pillow.
My nose twitched when I found nothing.
Still, I let my hand wander, whilst my mind calculated the distance that has always been between my clock and my bed. My face scrunched in unbelief and frustration after a few minutes of wandering when my hands came up with nothing.
Groaning again, I opened my eyes, not having any other choice, the scrunched lines on my face relaxing when I saw my mother standing close to my bed, a short smile on her face, my alarm clock held safely in her hands.
"I still don't understand your grudge against mornings, especially during school days. Worse, you are keeping the clock from doing its work. Get up Mia. Today is just Wednesday; you still have two more school days to go before the weekend. Don't give up yet.'' I heard her state and sighed tiredly.
"Can I sit back today? I can feel a fever coming." I pleaded with a pout on my lips, sitting up on my bed.
And really, there was a fever coming. I was already feeling the jitters, the result of being submerged in the school's pool for more than three hours.
But Mrs Sharon didn't know that, and doesn't need to know that.
"No, you can't. That trick wouldn't be working on me again." My mother replied, putting down the alarm clock on its rack.
I knew that her just concluded statement had been because of the incident last week.
Tuesday, last week, I had faked a fever and had managed to stay home, to avoid the day's bully reserved for me.
Unfortunately, I had quit the bed sheets and strolled up to the sitting room to watch the TV when everyone was out.
I hadn't expected that my mother would be coming back soon to pick up something that she had forgotten at home, and so, I had turned on the music channel, and worse, increased its sound to the highest volume, dancing with all my might to the songs, obviously celebrating my freedom from being away from school for a day, and perhaps that had been the reason why I hadn't heard her come in.
She had been aghast and terribly annoyed that I had lied to her. But if she knew what her precious daughter was facing in school, perhaps she would have let me stay, or would have paid some tutors to home-school me.
But alas, telling her would be subjecting her to lots of thinking, and I didn't want to trouble her with my problems. She already had enough with my two elder siblings who seem to see me as an outcast because of my wolflessness.
Yes. My name is Mia and I am the only wolfless girl in my pack. I am also an omega, or so they say. I am actually beginning to doubt that I am even a werewolf, since my mother is the only one that seems to like me in the whole pack.
I once asked if I had a different father, because her mate, my father, treated me like the rest of the pack; Like an eyesore, a pariah.
However she had laughed it off, and had cited that I was rather overthinking, before changing the topic of discussion. But I knew that I wasn't overthinking; my mind had never been clearer.
A snap of the finger in front of my face, brought me back to the present. It seemed to my beloved mother that I had zoned out. I do it alot these days.
Well, you can't blame a girl for trying to hide in the safe zone of her mind where she is in control of the scenarios that her mind creates and distributes, something I definitely don't have in the real world.
"What are you thinking about? Get your lazy ass out of the bed now! Breakfast is ready. So, take your bath and hurry out of here. Your siblings are almost done with breakfast and they will soon be off. Be fast, so that you can secure a ride with them." My mother stated before turning around on her heels and walking out of the room.
When she left, I exhaled heavily, wishing a spirit of sickness would just infiltrate me now. Even though I hated being sick, I preferred that to going to my lame school, especially today. Today could be tagged doomsday for me.
Taking in a deep breath , I got up from my bed, and trudged to my bathroom, to freshen up myself, not wanting anyone to call me out again.
After I was done, I threw on an oversized polo and oversized jeans, finishing off the weird look with nike boots and a baseball cap.
I didn't even check myself out in the mirror, never thought it mattered since for some reason my siblings think that I am fat and ugly, before strolling out of my room to the dining table.
We might be omegas but we still lived off well compared to other omegas from neighboring packs.
Our Alpha, a lycan, was a benevolent king, only to his pack and colonies though. I have heard horrifying tales about him and his conquests. No wonder, he had had three demons as sons.
I hissed when I got to the dining room, unable to stop myself, when I thought of the three boys who appointed themselves as my lords. This act of course attracted the attention of the people on the table.
"Mia, what is the meaning of that? You think that the food we are eating is trash?" My father, Oliver, asked out aloud, hostility ringing his voice, hostility which died down when my mother tapped him gently on his hand.
"I'm sorry, Dad." I said with my head hung low, and my hands clasped in front of me, biting my lips when I heard my sister scoff.
"It's okay, Mia. Sit down. You are already late for school." My mother mentioned, and I nodded, before pulling out a chair, and sitting down. We were having a simple breakfast; waffles , eggs and bacon.
So, how could my father say that the reason why I had hissed was because I loathed the food? They were like my favorite breakfast pile.
However I wasn't surprised. He never knows anything about me.
"I Emma DRACKSON, hereby, reject you, Derek, Alpha of the Blue Moon's Pack as my mate." Derek's eyes twitched, and his fists balled, but Emma was far from being done. "Don't ever search for me for whatever reason. I never want to see you again all the days of my life. If I ever find any of your people spying on me, I will kill them, or better, I will burn them alive. Do you understand what I just said?" She asked when she was done. But Derek was mute. Melvina tried talking, but Emma shut her up with a wave of her hand." I'm disappointed in you, Melvina. So, keep shut." She stated in anger, not minding the murmurings from the crowd. She knew why, but she didn't care.Melvina wasn't her Luna.****Emma, a 17 years old gutsy teenager is shipped off to southern England by her Dad to complete her college studies; a strategic punishment to tame her wild behavior. On reaching there, she discovers that half of the campus population were paranormal creatures, she thought only existed in comic books and novellas. She also discovered that she wasn't really her father's daughter, but was kept by him because of an oath made to a hidden lover. What happens when she uncovers the fact that she wasn't the average human girl, rather a fulfilled prophecy; a reincarnated queen mated to an Alpha wolf. What path does she choose when she is rejected by the Alpha wolf in the face of grueling circumstances?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
**This book contains a trigger warning. Mention about rape and torture in this book. Please read with caution** "Our marriage is nothing but a deal," he said looking at the girl, her green eyes met his cold silver eye, and both of them glared at each other. "For any rules you break, I will claim any part of your body," his gaze grew dangerously darker at his word. Ashley Harlow was at the top of the world, living the perfect and luxurious lifestyle as the legitimate daughter of the well-known Daniel Harlow. But sadly, a one-night stand put an end to that and brought her life upside down and that of her family's name to the ground. To restore his family's reputation, she was forced into marrying Damien Albrecht, a young, ruthless, obnoxious, brutal billionaire and the head of a mafia gang in exchange for her father's company.