A forced marriage to a cruel Alpha leads an Omega woman to a night of desperate escape and a life-altering encounter with a wounded Alpha, which ends up birthing a forbidden love affair between a mated omega and an alpha prince.
The silk of my dress felt like a cage against my skin, the deep emerald fabric a stark contrast to the muted grays in my soul. I stood before the full-length mirror, my reflection a stranger staring back with haunted eyes. The gentle curve of my four-month-pregnant belly was a betrayal, a mocking reminder of the hope I'd dared to harbor, hope now buried beneath layers of disappointment and pain.
"Elara, are you even listening?" His voice, sharp and cold as chipped ice, sliced through the silence of the bedroom. I turned, forcing a neutral expression onto my face as I faced him. Damon, my husband- my Alpha- stood by the door, his tall frame radiating an effortless power that always made him the center of any room. His midnight-black hair was perfectly styled, his jaw set with an impatience that was becoming all too familiar. His eyes, a striking shade of , swept over me with thinly disguised disdain.
"Of course," I replied, my voice, a practiced calm. "I was just adjusting the dress."
He snorted, the sound abrasive as nails on a chalkboard. "Don't waste time on such trivial things, Elara. There are more important matters at hand. Tonight is crucial. My family is gathering for the first time since the spring solstice. I need you to remember your place."
My heart squeezed, the same tired ache that had taken up residence since the week we'd been forced to call each other husband and wife. I'd been a member of his pack for so long that I could remember running around the halls when I was a little girl, but I was never one of them. They were wolves, and I was just... me. An omega.
He continued, outlining the rules and expectations as if reciting a script. "You will greet my family with a smile, but not a wide one. Don't speak until spoken to. Don't draw attention to yourself. Try not to look too weak and pathetic. And for the love of the Moon Goddess, don't touch me unnecessarily. Understood?"
"Understood, Alpha," I murmured, my gaze fixed on the embroidered pattern of the dress. It was a beautiful thing but I couldn't quite feel the beauty. I knew the drill by heart. I was supposed to be seen and not heard, an ornamental piece in his life, fulfilling a promise made by his grandmother, a woman who had loved me as her own. A woman he'd never forgive me for being loved by.
He straightened his jacket, the movement sharp and precise. "Good. Now come. We can't be late. And Elara..." He paused at the doorway, his eyes narrowing. "Try not to embarrass me tonight, or I'll make sure you regret it."
The threat was subtle, laced with the chilling promise of future pain. I swallowed hard, pushing back the wave of nausea that threatened to engulf me. Was this what love was supposed to feel like? This constant gnawing dread? This overwhelming loneliness?
I followed him out into the hallway, my footsteps light as a falling feather while he walked ahead of me.
When I reached the downstairs hall, I heard a low murmur coming from the direction of the restroom. Damon had veered off to the left, and I had assumed he'd gone to wait for me by the front door. I had started walking toward it, but I just couldn't help the curiosity that made my feet turn to the restroom door.
My heart pounded, a frantic drum against my ribs as I edged closer. His voice, a husky drawl that was usually aimed at me with such cold cruelty, was now soft and seductive.
"...you're far more interesting than that dull omega of mine." He was saying, his voice thick with something that wasn't in the tone he uses when speaking with me. "She's only good for producing an heir – if she even manages to carry that one to term. Honestly, they're all so weak. She's like a shadow. Pathetic."
A woman's laugh, high and flirtatious, echoed before his words took over again. They were interrupted by the sounds of kissing and heavy breathing. It only confirmed what I already knew. He despised me. My husband, my alpha, despised the very essence of who I was.
I stumbled back, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle a sob. He despised me. He spoke of me as if I were an inconvenience, a tool to be used and discarded. Each word was a blow, each syllable a stab to my already wounded heart. I pressed a hand to my belly, fear coiling in my stomach. He had a pack who loved him and I had no one. It was just me and this child now, and what would we do?
The sounds from inside the restroom became more explicit, the soft moans and the rustling of clothing painting a vivid picture that seared itself onto my brain. Tears stung my eyes, blurring the already distorted world around me. I wanted to run, to hide, to disappear into nothingness, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot.
As quickly as it had started, the sounds ceased. The door creaked open. I quickly scrambled behind a large pillar, heart racing, and peered out cautiously. Damon stepped out of the restroom, his expression smug. His hair was slightly dishevelled and his lips looked swollen. He adjusted his shirt and turned, catching a glimpse of movement before I could hide myself properly. His silver eyes narrowed, zeroing on my place behind the pillar.
"Elara?" he called out, his voice laced with a dangerous sort of calm. What was I expecting? I carry his mark and he can sense my presence through my scent which has become more intense since I got pregnant.
Panic clenched my chest and I couldn't breathe. I had been caught. And in that moment, standing behind the cold, unyielding pillar, I knew tonight isn't going to be very pleasant.
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Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
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P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .