He had to divide hundreds of millions of property to give his daughter and wife a better life!
"Ouch." My first spoken word of the day and it's a word of pain, of course. Another beautiful morning starts by pulling my duvet away from my now-shivering legs, and plonking them onto a floor colder than a penguin's toenail.
There's a miniature alarm clock in the corner, I glance at it. Six a.m. It always reads six a.m. My internal alarm clock is as precise as a Swiss watch, every morning, my brain gives me a rude awakening, my eyes dawdle, and by the time they reluctantly open, my body is already in 'get-up' mode.
Lurching up from the floor mattress-don't let the term 'floor' fool you, it's my bed-I shuffle towards the bathroom, giving the judgmental mirror on the wall the cold shoulder. A splish-splash of freezing water to the face takes the sleepiness down a notch.
With my face now wide awake, it's time to unleash the icy shower water, which, after five minutes, turns into a stream of warm caresses. A quick lather-rinse-repeat with coconut shampoo and I step out, wrapping myself in a towel smaller than a postage stamp.
Dressed in a pair of black jeans ripped from excessive use, and an off-the-shoulder grey top, I'm ready to face the day. Armed with an artificial smile, I mutter my mantra, "Selina, it's a new day."
Climbing down from my attic bedroom, I join my best friend and fellow Omega, Susan, in our kitchen, or as I like to call it, the culinary utopia. "Morning, Su," I mumble, spotting her busy with the toaster.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Now, less sitting, more cooking. We've got a feeding frenzy at seven-thirty," Su replies, her hand perched sassily on her hip.
"I'm tired," I whine, but Su is no-nonsense, and complaining gets me nowhere. So, like a good little soldier, I march into battle against breakfast. After 30 minutes of a culinary skirmish, a feast fit for a hundred is ready-complete with all the trimmings.
Just as I'm about to sit down and sample our morning masterpiece, I hear the cavalry-footsteps and chatter outside. My cue to retreat. Back in the safety of the kitchen, Su hands me a bowl of porridge and fruit. It's not the hearty breakfast we've prepared, but it's all we're allowed.
As we sit at the corner table in the kitchen, eating in silence, I feel Su's curious gaze on me. She doesn't need to voice her question-I already know what it is. And she knows my answer. Yes.
"So...what's the latest in the saga?" Su asks, pushing her bowl aside to give me her full attention. Despite her 5-foot frame (which I, at 5'4'', never miss an opportunity to tease her about), she can be fiercely assertive.
"I'm not in the mood for storytime, Su," I reply, spearing a blueberry with my fork.
"Did he do something?" she prods, her tone softening.
'He' - Alpha Jacob. Why I'm his chosen target of derision remains a mystery to me. Evading his contemptuous gaze is challenging when you share the same Pack House.
"You're drifting away," Su's gentle laughter pulls me back to the present, my eyes rolling in response.
"Come on, you promised you wouldn't hide things from me," she coaxes, prompting yet another eye roll.
Picking up our bowls, I head towards the sink. "Just the usual Jacob antics," I reply nonchalantly, tossing the bowls into the sink for later cleanup.
"Show me. I'll grab the ice," she instructs, moving towards the refrigerator as if our routine is as commonplace as a morning coffee.
Reluctantly, I lift my sleeve, revealing the burn marks scarring my skin - Property of Alpha Jacob.
From the moment I stepped into the Blooddiamond Pack, Alpha Jacob has been a thorn in my side. Ironically, he was the one who accepted me into the pack. Several times, I've considered going rogue to escape his clutches, but like a relentless shadow, he's always there. Watching. Waiting.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
Blurb "Part your legs for me, princess" Alpha Damian humored huskily like he was intoxicated, I whimpered as he voice sents a jolts of emotions round my body. An emotion that I wasn't supposed to feel. Selene was 18 years old when she found out that Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crescent pack was her mate at her Awakening ceremony. Being a reject with no parents she lived with him for over one year as a slave and he never acknowledged her as his mate because he couldn't accept a reject as his mate. On her 20th birthday, her mate not only rejected her and chose her best friend; Imogen, as his new mate, but he also sold Selene to the most feared Alpha; Alpha Damian of the Crimson Moon pack whom everyone referred to as a beast. Not knowing why Alpha Damian chose to buy her, she can only resign herself to fate. What has the moon goddess installed for me again? Is this the freedom she solely crave for? Will she be tied down with the shackles of the unknown?