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His Rejected Omega, The Cruel Alpha King's Mate

His Rejected Omega, The Cruel Alpha King's Mate

I am the Fated Mate of Alpha Damien Blackwood, but because I was born a wolfless Omega, I was kept as his dirty little secret. The constant rejection from my mate was literally killing me. The Pack Healer handed me my death sentence: Terminal Soul Wither. My life was ticking down to its final months. While I sat in the dark, dying and gasping for air, Damien threw a twenty-million-dollar fireworks festival for his chosen future Luna, Isabelle. When he finally came home, reeking of her perfume, he only looked at me with eyes as cold as winter ice. "It's your ovulation window. Let's get this over with." He only wanted to use me to breed a powerful heir. He threatened to exile my only remaining family if I didn't comply, and even ordered me to draft a legal petition to invalidate my own existence so Isabelle could take my place. Even my adopted brother Jax, whom I suffered for years to protect, publicly threw me to the dirt just to ally with a powerful Pack. I sacrificed my brilliant future as a top strategist to marry Damien, enduring three years of abuse and isolation. Why did I have to rot away in agony while they celebrated my replacement on glossy magazines? I wouldn't let them watch me die in their golden cage. I signed the ancient Rejection petition, dropped the manor keys, and walked out into the freezing night. This time, I chose to sever the bond myself.
The Wolfless Substitute and Her Forbidden Lycan Mate

The Wolfless Substitute and Her Forbidden Lycan Mate

I transmigrated into a popular werewolf romance novel, but I wasn't the heroine. I was Aaliyah Hunter, a frail, wolfless side character destined for a gruesome end. My real nightmare began when the heroine, Elaina, ran away to escape her Mating ceremony. To appease the furious rival pack and avoid a bloody war, my aunt, the Pack Luna, decided to offer me as the substitute bride. "You are wolfless and have no future here. You will be Elaina's Substitute Mate." In the original plot, the Alpha Heir was already psychotically obsessed with Elaina. He viewed the substitute as a disgusting usurper. If I went, I would face brutal abuse and eventually be thrown to mindless Rogues to be eaten alive. My aunt tried to crush me with her aura, demanding I repay the family by walking straight into a slaughterhouse. I refused to be a sacrificial lamb for Elaina's mess. I used my powerful Hunter Pack bloodline to threaten my aunt and sought refuge behind my iron-willed grandmother. I thought I had safely escaped the plot, ready to watch the other vicious branch family girls tear each other apart for the cursed crown. But everything changed when my cousin recklessly brought Kameron Cross, a terrifying, ascetic Lycan Lord, into our territory. The moment his scent of biting cedar and first snow hit my senses, my supposedly wolfless body reacted with a violent, overwhelming physical surge. I wasn't supposed to have a mate, yet this untouchable apex predator was suddenly walking right toward my courtyard.
Buried Alive, Reborn to Rule: The Wolfless Omega's Ruthless Revenge

Buried Alive, Reborn to Rule: The Wolfless Omega's Ruthless Revenge

They buried me alive before dawn. Bound, gagged, and choking beneath the dirt, I heard the old servant above me mutter, "Don't blame me. Blame yourself for getting in Lady Annabella's way." That name unlocked a lifetime of memories that did not belong to me. Clara Adkins-the wolfless Omega, the shame of the Stonecrest Pack, and the perfect victim. Her stepmother, Debora, had poisoned her for years while pretending to care for her. Her stepsister, Annabella, drugged her into humiliating herself over the Alpha King's son, turning her into the Pack's favorite joke. And when Clara finally became inconvenient, they decided to erase her for good. The original Clara died in that grave. But I woke up inside her body. In my former life, I knew poisons. I knew how to fight. And I had already learned what trusting the wrong people could cost me. Their mistake was leaving me enough strength to strike back. I killed the servant sent to bury me, crawled out of my own grave, and returned to the Pack covered in blood. They expected the same weak, obedient Clara. Instead, they got a woman who remembered every insult, every betrayal, and every debt. Then I crossed paths with Kane Travis-the ruthless "Hell Lord" of the Northern Ridge, an Alpha powerful enough to make princes kneel. I only used a stranger's shadow to escape another public humiliation. But Kane stepped out of the darkness, wrapped his coat around me, and claimed before the entire town that I was his. Now my enemies want me dead, the Pack is terrified of what I might become, and the mother's locket around my neck is awakening a power they tried to poison out of me. They buried a wolfless Omega. What climbed out of that grave will rule them all.