A notorious triplet with a blinding future. An Omega with no hope for the present. A chase for acceptance and identity. Gwen Marcus is the omega outcast, denounced by her pack and tormented by the alpha's sons-a notorious triplet who rules the school with an iron fist. Counting down the days until she can escape at eighteen, her only hope is the dream of a fresh start. But fate and the moon goddess have other plans. On her birthday night, her true mates are revealed and her life goes crashing like a pack of cards. Gwen is fated to the same triplets that have made life hell for her. It's a shocking truth that'd stick to her like a scar and she must choose. Will she cling to her long-held desire for freedom, or can forgiveness pave the way for her to find love right where her scar lies?
IT'S THE NIGHT OF THE MOON FEAST. The night my family's name would cease to exist. I watched Father's gaze linger on the ground as Elder Hancock made it to my spot, scorn written all over his wrinkled face. His bony finger, like a gnarled branch of a dead tree, jabbed at my chest as his voice dwindled into a dry rasp carried by the soft breeze of the night.
"You're a curse, child," he grumbled, exposing his set of tar-coated teeth. "You dragged an honorable man to his knees with your woes," he said again, nodding towards Father.
His words clubbed me like a hard punch to the face. It felt like a physical blow. Shame burned in my throat, a bitter fire fueled by guilt. I could feel it crawl up my marrows.
Moon feasts are for merrymaking. It has always been so. But instead of wining and dining like everybody else, my whole family shuddered in pain as the twine on our wrists kept eating into our skins like locusts. We were tied to crude wooden crosses, stark against the bone-white moon that cast an unsettling glow on the desolate plain.
They were hung up for my flaws.
Elder Hancock shuffled back, his pronouncement complete even though his voice still lingered in the air. In his wake came Ursula, the Alpha's fierce Commander.
The Alpha calls him nemesis. He's the nightmare to anything hung on the Alpha's death crosses. He made in our direction as soon as the Alpha nodded towards Father. That was it. That was all he needed to tighten the grip on the weapon lost in his grip. It's a curved scimitar. A fierce weapon that has gotten used to his robust hand and the woes that comes with it.
A collective gasp escaped the gathered crowd as all eyes turned towards him. It was that final ruffled murmurs of boys, those who cared and those who desperately wanted us out-and out for good.
Ursula assumed the position to begin the executions. As his scared face swiveled into a thick frown, I squeezed my eyes shut-bracing myself for the worst. But the sound I expected – the cold bite of steel – never came. Instead, a deep croaky voice erupted within the crowd. One that breathed authority and guts.
"I dare you to spill one more drop of blood tonight, you traitor."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.