Zaffirina's blade sank deep into her flesh, slicing through muscle and bursting out from the other side and Andromeda gasped, her vision blurring as pain took over. So much blood, and her body felt weak, her knees almost giving out beneath her. ************ She drank the potion, her scent fading, her power dulling, Alpha blood gone, just another omega now. Disappearances, killings, discrimination.... she had to see it, had to know. Then she found them, her betrothed and her friend, naked, tangled, laughing. Worse, they hated omegas, hunted them, hunted her. It hurt, but she thought they were the enemy...Wrong because the real enemy surfaced, her illegitimate ruthless sister who killed her father, stole her throne, put a bounty on her head. Now Andromeda was nothing, hunted, trapped in an omega's body. How does she survive this?
Andromeda folded the letter carefully, placing it on the wooden desk in her chamber. Her heart ached, but she had made up her mind. There was no turning back.
"Dear Father, if you are reading this, by now I'm already gone. But not forever-just for the meantime. I've seen how stressed you are concerning what's happening in the pack, and I promise to go to the lowest part of the pack to stop the killing and discrimination. I didn't tell you this because you wouldn't allow me. Stay healthy, Father. Your daughter... Andromeda."
By now, she was far from the palace, deep in the lower territories of the pack. But no one recognized her. She had taken a potion before she left, the type of potion strong enough to strip away every sign of her identity. Her royal scent, her powerful aura, her Alpha presence all gone. She had become an omega. The lowest rank in the werewolf hierarchy.
In the werewolf world, the hierarchy typically consists of: The Alpha who is the leader of the pack, often the strongest and most dominant. Then the Beta who is the second-in-command, supporting the Alpha and taking charge in their absence.
There's the Delta, the third-in-command or a specialized role like a hunter or warrior. Then the Gamma who are below Deltas and Betas, often serving as advisors or mediators. Then the Omega, the lowest-ranking member of the pack, the weakest and most submissive. Omegas were weak. Omegas were submissive. Omegas were treated like nothing. And now, she was one of them. But the potion did not take away her strength.
The Alpha blood still ran through her veins. Her power was still there, buried beneath the disguise. She could still fight, still command, still lead if she wanted to. But she couldn't risk it. If she revealed herself, everything would be ruined. Her father would come for her, and she would fail in her mission. She had left to fix the pack.
To stop the bloodshed. To end the cruelty against the omegas. She had to make her father proud. But now, standing in the middle of an unfamiliar street, she realized something. She had no idea where to go. Andromeda turned left, then right. The roads were dirtier here, the buildings older, weaker. She had never been to this part of the pack before. She had only heard about it. Seen glimpses from the palace towers.
Now, she was here. And she was lost. A voice rang out behind her, loud and commanding.
"Hey, you!" She froze. Slowly, she turned. A man stood before her, arms crossed over his broad chest. He had sharp features, dark eyes, and a stance that told her he was not someone to mess with. His scent gave him away... A delta.
Deltas weren't as powerful as Alphas or Betas, but they were still above omegas. They were warriors. Hunters, enforcers. Andromeda said nothing. The man stepped closer, eyes narrowing. "You shouldn't be here. This place isn't for omegas unless you have work to do." Her pulse quickened. She needed to blend in. She needed to act like an omega. She nodded quickly.
"I... I have work." The delta frowned. "What work?" Andromeda's throat went dry. She had just lied. She had no work. No job. Nothing. And now, she had no way to prove it. The delta's gaze darkened.
His voice was slow, testing her. "Is it the work where Calantha requires workers in The Upper Den?" The Upper Den. A place of power. A place where omegas were only allowed if they were serving. Andromeda held her breath
She had no idea what she had just walked into. But then this man here mentioned the name Calantha. She knew that name well. Calantha was not just anyone, she was her friend. A gamma. An adviser. Someone who could help her. If there was anyone she could trust in this mission, it was Calantha. Gammas were known to be wise, often serving as mediators and strategists in the pack.
She might need Calantha's advice. She might need her support. They had grown up together, trained together, even schooled together. They had promised to always have each other's backs. And now, Calantha was at The Upper Den. That was a relief. A good sign. The delta in front of her gave a sharp nod.
"Go immediately." She nodded quickly and hurried off, making her way through the narrow, dimly lit streets until she reached The Upper Den. It was a large, elegant building... one that omegas like her, or at least the version of her she was pretending to be, had no business entering unless they were working.
Once inside, she moved quickly, careful to keep her head down. She needed to get to Calantha's room without drawing attention. If anyone suspected she didn't belong, things could go very wrong. She reached the door and knocked softly. The seconds stretched. Then, the door creaked open. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw Thorold. What was he doing here? For a moment, her mind refused to process what she was seeing. Thorold... her supposed betrothed.
The man she was destined to marry since birth. He was standing in Calantha's doorway. The words left her lips in a whisper. "Thorold?" His brows furrowed. His eyes narrowed with something between irritation and suspicion.
"Who sent you, omega?" His voice was sharp, his tone dismissive. "And why are you speaking my name without respect?" Her stomach twisted. For a split second, she had forgotten. The potion. It had erased every trace of her identity. No one would recognize her. Not even the man who was meant to be her future husband. She swallowed hard.
Thorold is the son of Beta Caspian... her father's most trusted Beta. His family had always been close to hers. The two of them had been betrothed before they even took their first breaths. Their parents had sealed the promise before either of them understood what it meant. She wanted to believe this was nothing. That this was just a mistake. But then, a voice from inside the room called out.
"Thorold, who is that?" Andromeda knew that voice. It was Calantha's voice. Something inside her told her she shouldn't, but she didn't stop herself. She shoved past Thorold and stepped into the room. And then, everything stopped and her mouth dropped open. Calantha stood there completely naked. Thorold and Calantha were together in the same room while Calantha was naked?. Was Thorold cheating on her with Calantha?
My husband, Damien Wolfe, was my perfect love, sweet, devoted, and everything I thought I wanted. Or so I believed. How could I not? He showered me with affection, whispered promises of forever, and made me feel cherished. But it was all a lie. He wasn't loving me, he was using me. Using my money. My inheritance. And the worst part? He cheated on me. I caught him in his office, his hands on another woman, their lips locked. I confronted them, my shock turning to rage, my heart shattering into pieces. I threatened them both, but I didn't realize that my threat had sealed my fate. They killed me, or so they thought. But I survived. And now, I'm back for revenge. To reclaim my fortune, I needed a husband. A man to stand by my side until I turned twenty-five and legally inherited everything my parents left behind. The problem? The only man who could help me was someone I had wronged before. Someone I had once looked down on. So, I swallowed my pride and begged him. "Be my contract husband. When I inherit, we'll end it. It's just a job, I'll pay you." Except, my money meant nothing to him. After all, he was Cassian Holt, the youngest, richest billionaire in the country. And to make things even more interesting... He was Damien's greatest rival. I met his piercing gaze and asked the question that would change everything. "So, Mr. Holt, will you be my contract husband?"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
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.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.
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.