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My fiancé, Prince Damian, cast me aside to marry Clarissa for her family’s political backing.

At their grand royal wedding, I was expected to smile and quietly accept my humiliation.

Instead, I drank a potent herbal concoction I brewed myself and stumbled into the private chambers of his father, Alpha King Aldric.

When the Queen and my ex-fiancé finally broke down the heavy oak door, they found me weeping on the floor, my dress torn, holding a silver dagger to my own heart.

“My honor… it’s ruined,” I sobbed.

Damian fell to his knees in front of the entire court, begging his father to let him take me as a second mate, completely humiliating his new bride.

The King roared in fury at the scandal. To “protect” me from his son’s obsession, he decreed I be exiled to Vargan’s Reach, the freezing, barbarian-infested North.

The Queen smirked, thinking she had finally disposed of me. Damian cried, thinking he had lost his true love forever. The King watched me leave with deep guilt in his eyes, thinking I was a fragile, ruined Omega who almost died from shame.

But as my carriage rolled out of the capital, I wiped away my fake tears and smiled.

They didn’t know the North was my family’s loyal stronghold, and I had orchestrated this entire disaster myself.

My revenge had just begun.

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Rejected by the Prince, Claimed by the Alpha King Chapter 1

Seraphina Beaumont POV:
I leaned against the cold stone of the corridor, the sound of cheers from the banquet hall a physical blow. Damian and his new bride, Clarissa, were accepting the court’s blessings. Each wave of applause felt like a needle pricking my eardrums.
Clarissa wasn’t content with taking Damian from me—she wanted to destroy me completely.
Before the ceremony began, she handed me a glass of wine, claiming she sought my blessing. The moment I caught the scent of that drink, I knew something was wrong. But I said nothing. I only pretended to drink it. She had no idea that the blade she handed me would be turned against herself.
From a hidden pocket in my gown, I pulled a small silver flask, intricately carved with my family’s crest. My fingers trembled from excitement.
I uncorked the stopper.
A strange scent, a mix of moonpetal and bitter wormwood, escaped. It was a potent herbal concoction I had spent months brewing, using knowledge from the oldest texts in my family’s library.
Its purpose wasn’t arousal. It was designed to amplify emotion and sensory input, to make the drinker appear utterly vulnerable, a state of distress so profound it could deceive even the most powerful Alpha.
An image of Damian’s handsome, treacherous face flashed in my mind. He had sworn I was his only moonlight, yet he cast me aside for the support of the Montgomery family without a second thought.
I brought the flask to my lips and drank the deep purple liquid in one go.
The spicy, herbal taste burned my throat. A wave of heat shot through my limbs, and my vision began to blur at the edges. This was it.
Stumbling, I braced myself against the wall and moved deeper into the corridor. My destination was the royal family’s private wing, where my true target was waiting: Alpha King Aldric.
I deliberately tore at the hem of my dress, pulling it into disarray. I loosened my silver hair, letting strands cling to my cheeks, which were already flushed from the potion.
My inner wolf, the white wolf of my bloodline, howled in protest at this self-inflicted weakness. I crushed its dissent with the force of my will. To appear as a helpless Omega was the first step of my plan.
Finally, I reached a massive oak door carved with the lion and wolf of the Carlisle royal crest. I knew the King was inside.
I didn’t knock.
Instead, I threw my body against the door with all the feigned weakness I could muster. The dull thud was followed by the sound of my body sliding to the floor.
Silence.
The lack of response from within made my heart skip a beat. This was an unexpected obstacle.
Gritting my teeth, I raised a hand and slapped it weakly against the wood, letting out a soft whimper that was a perfect blend of pain and confusion.
The door clicked open.
A pair of black, military-style boots entered my blurry field of vision.
My eyes traveled up the long, powerful legs to the towering figure that now loomed over me, casting me in shadow.
He was Alpha King Aldric Carlisle, a living legend, the ruler of our kingdom with Lycan blood in his veins.
I forced my potion-widened eyes to focus, my violet pupils reflecting his face. His eyes were the color of ice-gray steel, and just as cold.
“Who are you?” he asked. His voice was a low, chilling rumble, like ice cracking over a deep lake.
I opened my mouth, but only a broken gasp escaped. My body began to tremble, a perfect performance of a weak Omega overwhelmed by a dominant Alpha’s presence.
His scent, a powerful and mix of cedar and obsidian, flooded my senses, making my feigned reaction feel terrifyingly real.
I tried to scramble to my feet, but my legs felt like water. I collapsed back onto the cold floor, tears welling in my eyes.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Aldric’s brow. He was already losing patience with this intrusion.
Just as I thought he would call the guards to drag me away, I took my final chance. I reached out a trembling hand and grasped the hem of his trousers.
“Help… me…” I forced out the words, my voice raspy and desperate.
His gaze sharpened, boring into me as if trying to see my soul. He crouched down, his powerful Alpha pheromones washing over me like a tidal wave.
He didn’t help me up.
Instead, he grabbed my arm, his grip rough and devoid of pity, and hauled me to my feet.
My body slammed against his chest. It was like hitting a wall of solid muscle, and the impact made my head spin.
He bent his head, his cold nose almost touching the side of my neck, the most vulnerable spot for a wolf. He was scenting me.
I could feel the exact moment his body went rigid. He must have smelled it—the scent I had created. The pure lily of my natural scent, now mixed with the overwhelming stench of an Omega’s terror, all thanks to the herbs.
I closed my eyes, a single tear finally escaping and tracing a path down my cheek. I let my body go limp in his arms, giving up the “fight.”
The instant I collapsed, his arm tightened around me, a purely instinctual move to keep me from falling. That subconscious, protective gesture told me everything.
My first step was a success.
He swept me up into his arms, his stride long and powerful as he carried me back into the room. The door slammed shut behind us, kicked closed by his heel.
I was not placed gently on a bed. I was tossed onto the plush rug in the center of the room.
He stood over me, his expression unreadable as he studied me like a hunter examining its captured prey.
I knew I was getting closer to victory, but my face was still a mask of carefully crafted fear.
He moved closer, his shadow swallowing me whole. “Tell me,” his voice was laced with unquestionable authority, “who sent you?”

Rejected by the Prince, Claimed by the Alpha King Chapter 2

Genevieve Montgomery POV:
I held my crystal goblet with practiced elegance, a perfect smile fixed on my face as I accepted congratulations from the visiting Pack Alphas. I was the Luna Queen, and I played my part flawlessly.
Across the grand hall, my son, Damian, the heir to the kingdom, stood with his new bride, Clarissa. They were about to receive the Elder’s blessing.
Clarissa was my niece, and this union would solidify our Montgomery family’s position at the heart of the kingdom. It was a masterpiece of political maneuvering.
My gaze swept the assembled guests, searching for a flash of silver hair. Seraphina Beaumont. She was absent.
A sliver of unease worked its way into my heart. The Beaumont girl was always impeccably polite. Her absence from an event of this magnitude was highly unusual.
I caught the eye of my personal handmaiden, Agnes, and gave a subtle nod. She understood immediately and slipped away into the crowd to find out what had happened to Seraphina.
The ceremony began. The Elder’s deep voice echoed through the hall, but I saw Damian’s eyes dart towards the entrance. He was looking for her.
I let out a silent, cold scoff. My son was still foolishly obsessed with that woman. It only strengthened my resolve to remove Seraphina Beaumont as a potential problem. Permanently.
Just as Damian was about to place the ceremonial mating necklace around Clarissa’s neck, a young servant girl burst into the hall, her face pale with panic.
She was a wolfless, I noted with disdain. No inner wolf, no ability to use the mind-link. She had to deliver her news in the most primitive, disruptive way possible. It was why they were kept to menial tasks, away from important functions.
Guards moved to intercept her, but she shrieked, “Your Majesty! Something has happened!”
Every head in the hall turned. The ceremony ground to a halt. A low murmur of whispers spread through the guests like a disease.
My face hardened into a mask of cold fury. Whatever this was, interrupting the royal wedding ceremony was an unforgivable insult to the crown.
“Let her pass,” I commanded, my voice like ice. I would deal with this quickly and brutally. “What is so important that you would dare to cause such a scene?”
The girl, whose name I believed was Daisy, fell to her knees, trembling. “The Sunstone Chamber… Your Majesty, in the King’s own chambers… there are… there are a woman’s cries!”
My heart stopped. The Sunstone Chamber was Aldric’s private sanctuary. No woman, other than myself, was ever permitted to enter.
I saw Damian’s face drain of all color. He swayed on his feet, his body trembling as if he’d been struck.
Clarissa froze, her hand flying to her mouth as she grabbed Damian’s arm for support, her eyes wide with fear.
“What kind of cries?” I demanded, forcing myself to remain calm, to control the narrative.
Daisy’s face was now bright red. “C-crying…” she stammered. “And… and begging…”
The hall exploded.
The whispers became a roar of speculation. The King, forcing a woman in his private chambers? On the night of his son’s wedding? The scandal was unthinkable. It was a stain on our family, on my son.
I had to crush this immediately.
“Nonsense!” I snapped, my voice sharp and cruel. “A wolfless servant girl, spreading vicious lies! Take her away! Cut out her tongue!”
My order quieted some of the noise, but the faces of the guests were filled with a hungry, vicious curiosity.
As the guards moved to drag Daisy away, Damian cried out, “Mother! Wait!”
He rushed to my side, his blue eyes bloodshot with worry. “Seraphina is missing. I’m worried that… what if it’s Seraphina?”
My heart clenched again. If it was her, this was far more complicated than a simple bit of palace gossip.
I looked at my son’s panicked face, then at Clarissa, who was on the verge of tears. Fury burned in my chest.
“Be quiet,” I hissed, my voice low and dangerous. “Do you want everyone here to know you are still pining for that woman? Do you want to turn your own wedding into a joke?”
Damian fell silent, but the desperate worry in his eyes remained.
Just then, Agnes reappeared at my side, her face grim. “Your Majesty,” she whispered, “Lady Beaumont is indeed missing. Her maid said she felt unwell and left the feast early.”
My heart sank into a pit of ice. Seraphina. Aldric. It couldn’t be.
I had to see for myself. I would not let this scandal destroy everything I had built for my son.
“The ceremony is paused,” I announced to the stunned crowd. “I will return shortly.”
Without another word, I gathered my skirts and, with a contingent of my personal guard, swept out of the hall, my path set for the Sunstone Chamber.

Rejected by the Prince, Claimed by the Alpha King Chapter 3

Seraphina Beaumont POV:
I knelt on the rug, the sheer force of the Alpha King’s presence pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.
“Who sent you?” Aldric’s voice echoed in the silent room, a command wrapped in cold steel.
I shook my head, feeling tears blur my vision. “No… no one,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I was… I was lost…”
The excuse sounded flimsy, but I knew the potion coursing through my veins made my fear, my helplessness, so authentic that it would cloak the lie in a shroud of truth.
Aldric let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Lost? You got lost and ended up in my private chambers?”
He crouched down, his fingers gripping my chin, forcing my head up so I had to meet his gaze. “Look at me, little thing. My patience is wearing thin.”
It was then that I heard it. The muffled sound of footsteps and hushed, angry voices from outside the door. Queen Genevieve. She was faster than I’d anticipated.
The opportunity had come. I had to make the situation… irreversible… before she came in.
A spark of calculated madness ignited within me. I wrenched my chin from his grasp and scrambled away, launching myself toward a decorative stone pillar in the corner of the room.
I never intended to hit it, of course. The gesture was all that mattered—the act of a desperate, honorable maiden choosing death over shame.
Aldric’s reaction was faster than I could have dreamed. With a low growl, he moved like a black bolt of lightning, closing the distance in a heartbeat.
His powerful arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me back against his unyielding chest. “You want to die?” he roared, his hot breath fanning across my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
This was the moment. I began to struggle violently in his arms, letting out a piercing scream that was a perfect symphony of terror and violation.
The sound was sharp enough to cut through the thick oak door, a clear message to everyone waiting outside.
From beyond the door, Genevieve’s voice came, tight with suppressed fury. “Your Majesty! It is I, Genevieve! Open this door!”
I felt Aldric’s body tense. He clearly hadn’t expected his queen to arrive with an audience.
I took my cue and cried out louder, my voice filled with pathetic sobs, “Let me go! Please… let me go…”
My performance made everything before them appear all the more real.
Aldric’s face was a mask of thunder. He shoved me away from him. “Be quiet!” he snarled.
Outside, Genevieve, hearing no reply, gave the order, “Break down the door!”
A flash of pure irritation crossed Aldric’s face. He smoothed his tunic, strode to the door, and wrenched it open.
There stood the Queen, flanked by her guards. Behind her, a pale and trembling Clarissa. When Clarissa saw me, looking every bit the victim, she gasped and covered her mouth. She had certainly wished to see me like this, but not here.
Genevieve’s eyes, sharp as daggers, raked over my pathetic form before landing on Aldric. “Aldric,” she said, her voice shaking with rage, “you will give me an explanation!”
The guards behind her stared at the floor, refusing to witness the high drama unfolding.
With everyone now present, I seized the moment and spoke weakly, “The wine… I drank a glass of wine and started feeling strange…”
Before I could even utter Clarissa’s name, she looked like she was about to faint. “No… it wasn’t me… I don’t know…” she stammered, her panicked eyes giving away the lie.
Genevieve understood at once. Her own foolish niece had orchestrated this disaster.
The Queen’s body trembled with fury. She forced a semblance of calm and turned back to Aldric. “Your Majesty, this is all a misunderstanding. Clarissa is young and foolish, I will handle…”
She was trying to frame it as a petty squabble between women, a mess she could clean up by quietly disposing of me.
But she had misjudged the King. An Alpha King’s pride, especially when his authority was questioned in his own territory, was a dangerous thing.
Before Genevieve could finish, Aldric cut her off, his voice dropping to a lethal calm. “Enough. All of you, get out.”
The command stunned everyone into silence, including the Queen.
After Clarissa tearfully confessed to using a rare herb, the furious Queen slapped her across the face, the sound echoing in the tense hallway. The bond between aunt and niece was visibly fractured.
Aldric slammed the door shut, plunging the room back into a heavy silence.
He turned to face me, his ice-gray eyes filled with a complex, unreadable expression.

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I woke up from a suffocating void, my twenty-eight years of experience as a top-tier operative merging with the tragic life of a weak Omega named Adeline Cobb.

Today was supposed to be my sacred Marking ceremony with my fated mate, Alpha Prince Angelo.

Instead, I woke up paralyzed by a chemical lethargy my wicked stepmother had slipped me, only to find my fiancé bare-chested in my bed, entangled with my illegitimate half-sister, Ainsley.

When she saw me awake, Ainsley didn’t panic. She just snuggled deeper into his arms with a triumphant, provocative smirk.

Angelo didn’t even sit up. He looked at me with high-handed contempt.

“Since you’re awake, just stay quiet. Don’t disturb me.”

When I called them out on their disgusting betrayal, his face turned furious. He crashed his powerful Alpha pheromones over me to force my submission.

He even threatened to publicly initiate The Rejection right then and there, aiming to completely destroy my reputation and subject me to the soul-deep agony of a severed mate-bond.

A man who cheats on his fated mate has no right to invoke the Moon Goddess. I felt the original Adeline’s heartbreak, but beneath it burned the absolute, cold hatred of my past life.

How dare a prince with no honor and a shameless bastard think they could step all over me?

They expected me to cry, to beg, to have a hysterical breakdown.

Instead, I looked at him with icy detachment.

“This rejection will happen. But it will be me who initiates it.”

After fighting my way out of the manor and extorting my late mother’s massive dowry back from my abusive father, I returned to the Prince’s estate.

This time, I’m going to make him the first Alpha in history to be publicly dumped by his Omega, and I will take back everything that belongs to me.

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The Defiant Omega: Rejecting My Cheating Alpha Chapter 1

Adeline Cobb POV:
“Oh, sister, you’re awake,” a voice said, so sweet it was sickening. “You look so pale. Are you unwell?”
My sister Aisili, disheveled, leaned against my fiancé, Prince Angelo Hamilton. Seeing me awake, she actually added provocation to her eyes and, without a care for anyone else, kissed the completely naked man still in his beast-eared state.
I forced my eyes open and realized I had been drugged with something that made me groggy. What met my eyes was the dim light of the bedroom and layer upon layer of gauze curtains.
Then, previous memories surged crazily into my mind. I saw myself drugged by my stepmother Lady Ginny, saw myself full of heart and hope, putting on the expensive white wedding dress, wanting to marry my fated mate, the Alpha Prince. I imagined marriage would be my salvation, helping me escape the shackles of the Wallace family, and from then on, the sky would be high and the sea wide, and we would stay together until our hair turned white, never apart. But it was all false.
On the wedding night, my fiancé had sex with my sister. This was supposed to be the wedding bed belonging to me and Angelo, but now I could only watch as Angelo cheated and betrayed me. The primal, soul-deep pain of the violated mate bond tore me apart. The dream that had begun in my girlhood shattered. As much as I had once wanted to marry him, that was how much I now hated him.
I let out a mocking snort. What a pair of shameless lovers. Mother was absolutely right. Not a single man is reliable. I remembered her words before she died: “Before you are strong enough, you must endure and lie low. Don’t let others know who you are.”
Since childhood, I had received secret training from my mother: combat, tactics, weapon design, herbology. Before she died, my mother passed on to me all her lifelong knowledge and the secrets of the family legacy. Over the years, I had tried my best to disguise myself as a weak omega. I knew that once I was exposed, being eliminated by my father and stepmother was only a matter of time. A marriage with the royal family was unreliable. In the end, I still had to rely on myself.
Angelo finally moved his gaze away from Aisili. His amber eyes, when they met mine, held no guilt at all. There was only the displeasure of being interrupted and a kind of arrogant contempt.
In the air, the pheromones of the three of us intertwined: lily, wood, and that nauseating peach blossom scent.
Angelo lazily draped an outer robe over himself, released the oppressive aura belonging to an Alpha, leaned lazily against the headboard, and put away his beast ears. “Since you’re awake, stay quiet and don’t disturb my fun.”
I forced myself to stay conscious. Out of habit I wanted to find a knife to defend myself, and I subconsciously touched the callus on the web of my hand. Realizing I was still wearing a wedding dress and had no handy tool, I pinched my palm hard until it bled, forcing myself to stay calm. I coldly shifted my gaze to them, like a predator observing two stupid, trapped prey, unwavering.
My silence made them uneasy. Aisili’s smile froze. Angelo’s brows furrowed slightly.
“Disturb?” I finally spoke. My voice was hoarse from the drug, but every word was like a shard of ice. “I think you’ve made a mistake.”
My gaze swept over them. Thinking of how their bodies had been tangled together earlier, my disgust almost solidified in the air. “This room was prepared for my marking ceremony. This bed is mine. This man… was once mine.”
I paused, watching the color drain from Aisili’s face. “But I’ve never been very interested in used things. Especially not this kind of secondhand goods.”
Angelo’s face flushed dark red, furious. His powerful Alpha pheromones were no longer simply released but came straight at me, trying to force me to submit. “Adeline! Watch your tone!”
I ignored that pressure. Years of secret training had made me nearly immune to such oppressive force. I turned my gaze to Aisili. “And you, my dear sister.”
I said each word slowly and deliberately. “A bastard daughter who doesn’t even have the right to appear at court actually climbed into the prince’s bed through such means. And you’re not even my stepmother’s child—you’re just the illegitimate daughter of my ‘good father’ and his mistress. Not a drop of legitimate blood in you. No family behind you. Nothing. And you think this is a victory?”
“You…” Aisili trembled with rage, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. She turned to Angelo and used her usual “damsel in distress” act. “Your Highness, look at her… Sister is really speaking so unpleasantly today…”
But I didn’t give her more time to perform. I propped up my weak body and swung my legs off the bed.
Step by step, I walked slowly toward them. Each step was like a heavy hammer striking at their fragile dignity.
I stopped beside the bed and looked down at them. “A prince without honor, and a bastard daughter without shame. The two of you are truly a match made in heaven.”
I smoothed the wrinkles on my wedding dress and announced the final verdict in a flat voice. “I have no interest in taking part in this farce. Please continue.”
Aisili’s eyes rolled upward, so angry she looked as if she might faint at any moment.
Actually, when I walked over, I had wanted to kick each of them once, but unfortunately I didn’t have much strength left and could only say harsh words. I realized that I first had to reclaim my rightful status as heir, plan step by step, and only then could I truly complete my revenge. Since we had already torn off all pretense, there was no need for me to keep pretending.
For the first time, a flicker of shock, even panic, crossed Angelo’s face. He had clearly expected tears, pleas, hysteria, not this cold, detached indifference.
Aisili lunged at me, trying to grab my hair. I couldn’t even be bothered to lift my foot. I just dodged lightly to the side and watched as my sister, who had thrown herself straight off the bed, fell flat on her back with her limbs sprawled.
I didn’t look at them again. I turned and walked toward the door, my back straight and my head held high.
My hand had just touched the cold bronze handle of the door. The wolf head carved on the beast-shaped ornament was lifelike.
Angelo’s furious voice roared from behind me, echoing through the luxurious palace chamber.
“Adeline Cobb! If you walk out that door, I will reject you publicly this instant and turn you into a disgrace to the kingdom!”
I didn’t look back. I paused for only a moment and responded with one final, contemptuous scoff.
“Suit yourself.”
Then, without hesitation, I pulled the door open, walked out, and shut it tightly behind me, leaving the filth, shock, and fury shut inside.

The Defiant Omega: Rejecting My Cheating Alpha Chapter 2

Adeline Cobb POV:
I walked into the corridor, the wedding gown dragging across the cold stone floor, heavy and pure white, far too conspicuous in a palace full of guards.
I had to get rid of this dress.
I slipped into a servant’s alcove tucked between two marble pillars. After a moment of fumbling, the buttons finally gave way, my fingers still clumsy from the drug, and the gown slid from my shoulders, pooling at my feet. I changed into the simple riding clothes hanging nearby: a dark grey set that would let me move freely. My hand brushed against something cold in the pocket, a silver needle, thin and sharp. It was already there, tucked into the riding coat. I had no idea who left it, and I didn’t care. Now it was the only weapon I had.
I quickened my pace, counting guard posts and memorizing exits. The palace sprawled like a maze, but I knew every corner. I had spent months here, preparing for a wedding that had become a joke, memorizing the layout in my idle hours. My legs remained weak, but I could still move. I pressed my palm against the wall for a moment, steadying myself, biting the inside of my cheek until I tasted the metallic tang of blood. The pain sharpened my mind.
Then I heard running footsteps.
“Adeline Cobb!”
A hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. My back slammed into the cold stone wall, his body boxing me in, one forearm pressed against the marble beside my head. Angelo had only managed to throw on the dark silk robe from before, hastily, the front still hanging open, revealing his bare chest and the traces of the night’s debauchery.
His amber eyes burned with fury. His Alpha pheromones crashed over me like a tidal wave, the kind of force that would make any normal Omega’s knees buckle and head bow in submission.
My knees trembled. The drug made it worse, a dull ache spreading through my legs. But I looked up at him, my face a mask of ice.
“I told you to stop. You can’t leave,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
“I heard you,” I said flatly. “I just don’t care.”
Something flickered in his eyes, shock, confusion, a crack in his certainty. Perhaps he had expected the timid, obedient Adeline of the past, the one who let him push her around. He simply couldn’t understand why the Adeline from before had changed.
Then hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor. Ainsley stumbled into view, her hair a tangled mess, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder, breathless, her cheeks flushed.
“Your Highness!” she gasped, rushing to Angelo’s side. “Sister, please don’t do this. You’re only making things worse for yourself.”
“Shut up,” I said, my gaze slicing toward her like a blade. “Does a mistress have the right to speak here?”
Ainsley flinched, pressing herself against Angelo like a wounded animal.
Angelo’s grip on my wrist tightened, almost enough to crush bone. “Adeline Cobb! Who do you think you are? You’re just an Omega your family sent to me! I give you face, and only then are you a prince’s fiancée!”
I laughed. A dry, humorless sound. “So, I should thank you for the ‘face’ you’ve given me by performing a live show with my dear sister on my bed?”
His face flushed an ugly, deep red. He gritted his teeth. “Don’t you forget, we are mates designated by the Moon Goddess! To disrespect me is to defy the will of the Goddess herself!”
A cold sneer formed in my mind. A man who betrays his own mate has no right to invoke the name of the Goddess. In this world, the mate bond was sacred, and betraying it was the gravest of sins.
“Respect is earned, Your Highness,” I said calmly. “The moment you decided to let another woman into your bed, you forfeited your right to my respect.”
Angelo was speechless, choked by my audacity. He had expected the timid, obedient Adeline of the past, not this stranger who dared to speak treason.
He took a deep breath, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he played his trump card. “Fine. You want to leave? Do you believe that I can, right here, right now, initiate The Rejection in front of everyone?”
The Rejection. The formal, public severing of a mate bond. It was an act that inflicted immense spiritual and mental pain, a profound humiliation, especially for the one being rejected.
At the mention of it, Ainsley’s eyes lit up with feverish excitement. This was the outcome she had dreamed of.
Angelo watched my face, savoring what he believed was my impending breakdown. He was waiting for my fear, for my begging.
But I just looked at him, my expression unreadable. Then, slowly and clearly, I uttered a single word.
“Okay.”
His smile froze. “What did you say?”
Ainsley’s expression hardened into disbelief.
“I said, okay,” I repeated, my voice steady. “Initiate the rejection now. I’ll accept it immediately. It will save us both a lot of time.”
I even took a step closer to him, my presence a challenge. “Go on, Your Highness. Let’s see if you truly have the courage to reject your fated mate on your Marking night, all because you were caught in the act of cheating.”
I pressed my advantage. “When this story gets out, what will they say about you? A prince who can’t even control his own lust? Or a petty man who throws a tantrum after being caught by his mate?”
Angelo’s face cycled through shades of red, white, and a sickly green. He knew he couldn’t do it. It would be the biggest scandal of his political career, a permanent stain on his reputation.
He glared at me, his eyes promising murder, but he was trapped. I had him cornered.
Ainsley, seeing the tables turn, rushed to his side, tugging at his arm. “Your Highness, let it go. Sister is just speaking out of anger. Let’s not stoop to her level.”
I wrenched my wrist from Angelo’s grasp. This time, with his mind in turmoil, I succeeded.
I took a step back, putting space between us. “I am not speaking out of anger.”
I held his gaze for a long, silent moment. The air between us crackled with unspoken war.
My gaze swept over them both, finally landing on his stunned face. My voice was as cold and hard as diamond. “Listen closely, Alpha Angelo Hamilton.”
“This rejection, this divorce… it is inevitable.”
“But the one who initiates it will be me, Adeline Cobb.”
The last shred of color drained from his face.
“I will make you the first Alpha prince in the history of this kingdom to be publicly rejected by his own Omega mate.”
Without giving them a moment to process my words, I turned and strode down the long, empty corridor.
“Remember, don’t follow me again. You two are annoying.” I glanced back one last time.

The Defiant Omega: Rejecting My Cheating Alpha Chapter 3

Adeline Cobb POV:
I was almost at the main gates of the palace when I heard the sound I least wanted to hear.
Running footsteps. Again.
I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was. The sickening scent of peach blossom reached me before she did.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered under my breath. “You again? Do you have nothing better to do than chase me around like a lost puppy?”
I turned slowly, my expression a mixture of annoyance and utter contempt.
Ainsley stood there, flanked by two tall guards, her hair still a mess, her silk robe hastily rearranged. The mask of gentleness was gone, replaced by a face twisted with venom and triumph.
“Sister,” she said, her voice dripping with fake concern. “The Prince told you to stay. Where do you think you’re going?”
“Out,” I said flatly. “Somewhere you’re not. Get out of my way.”
“His Highness is furious right now. Running around like this will only make him angrier,” Ainsley said, her false sincerity grating on my nerves. “As your sister, I can’t watch you make such a mistake. Please, come back to the room and calm down.”
I stared at her for a long moment. Then I let out a short, sharp laugh.
“You can’t watch me make a mistake?” I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief. “You spread your legs for my fiancé on my wedding night, and now you’re pretending to care about my well-being? That’s rich.”
Color flooded her cheeks, but she recovered quickly. She gave a subtle nod to the guards. They stepped forward, flanking me, their sheer size a silent threat.
I glanced at them. They were the Prince’s personal guards, Gamma-level warriors. A drugged Omega would normally be helpless against them.
But I wasn’t a normal Omega.
Years of secret training from my mother had taught me one thing: size didn’t matter. Angles, momentum, and precision did. These Gamma guards were used to overwhelming opponents with raw strength. They weren’t used to someone who knew exactly where to strike.
Ainsley’s smirk widened, mistaking my silence for fear. “Be a good girl, sister. Come back with me. Maybe His Highness will even find it in his heart to forgive you.”
I laughed. A sharp, cold sound. “Ainsley, do you know what your biggest problem is?”
She blinked, caught off guard.
“You fail to recognize your own station,” I said slowly. “You think you can speak for the Prince, but what are you? You’re nothing.”
I stepped closer, lowering my voice to a venomous whisper only she could hear. “You are a bastard, Ainsley Wallace. A whelp who was only granted a surname out of my mother’s pity.”
The blood drained from her face. It was her deepest, most shameful secret. While many knew, no one had ever dared to say it to her face.
“You!” she shrieked, her facade shattering completely. “Seize her! Drag her back to the room!”
The two guards reached for me.
I didn’t wait for them to touch me. My hand slipped into the pocket of my riding coat and closed around a thin, cold object. A silver needle. Standard operative issue. I had palmed it the moment I changed out of the wedding gown.
The first guard lunged for my arm. I dropped low, pivoting on my heel, driving my elbow into his solar plexus with every ounce of force I had. He folded like a piece of paper, gasping for air.
The second guard barely had time to react. I stepped into his reach, grabbed the front of his tunic, and slammed my forehead into the bridge of his nose. Cartilage crunched under the impact. He staggered back, blood spurting down his face.
Ainsley’s eyes went wide. Her jaw dropped. She had expected a helpless Omega, not a woman who moved like a predator.
I didn’t give her time to scream. I closed the distance between us in two strides and slashed the silver needle across her cheek.
She never saw it coming. A short, sharp scream was all she could manage.
The needle carved a thin, red line across her skin. It wasn’t deep, but it was enough. It would scar.
Pain and shock made her stagger back, her hand flying to her wounded face.
“One more word,” I said, my voice quiet and lethal, “and the next one goes into your eye.”
She clamped her mouth shut, trembling.
I turned and walked toward the gate, my back straight, my steps steady.
Behind me, I heard Ainsley’s enraged, tear-filled scream. “Get her! Don’t let her escape!”
The guards were in no shape to chase anyone. I didn’t bother looking back.
But I could hear them stumbling to their feet, regaining their balance, and coming after me. Their footsteps pounded against the stone floor, and I knew I was running out of time.
I pushed through the palace gates and into the corridor beyond. The drug was still a weight in my veins, my legs threatening to buckle with every step. I couldn’t outrun them in this state.
Then I saw it. A decorative suit of armor standing in an alcove, gleaming in the dim light.
I threw my shoulder against it with every last ounce of strength I had.
With a deafening crash, the heavy metal suit toppled over, blocking the narrow corridor. Plates of steel scattered across the floor, creating a wall of tangled metal that would take the guards precious seconds to climb over.
I glanced back. The guards stumbled into the debris, cursing as they fought through the mess. In the distance, Ainsley stood clutching her face, her eyes filled with pure hatred.
I mouthed two words at her.
“Idiot.”
Then I turned and disappeared into the shadows of the garden. I had to get to a place Angelo would never think to look.
Before leaving the grounds of the Prince’s palace completely, I cast one last look at the brightly lit building. A single thought burned in my mind: Angelo. Ainsley. We’ll meet again soon. And next time, I’ll take back everything that belongs to me.

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I trusted my fiancé, the Alpha of our Pack, and my sweet stepsister with my life.

But when Rogue wolves surrounded me and my three-year-old daughter in the woods, my fiancé emerged not to save us, but holding my stepsister’s hand.

He coldly declared my Omega blood was too weak to be his Luna.

Worse, he revealed they had drugged me years ago to ruin my reputation, claiming my daughter wasn’t even his.

Then, my stepsister smiled a triumphant smile and shot an arrow straight through my little girl’s chest.

“Shut up, you little mongrel,” she sneered as my baby’s body went limp.

As I held my daughter’s cooling body, my fiancé plunged a silver dagger into my heart.

He laughed, boasting about how they had lured me here to draw my parents’ guards away, and how they would take over my family’s Pack once I was dead.

My entire life was a cruel lie.

The two people I loved most had orchestrated my ruin and murdered my innocent child just for power.

I cursed them to the moon with my dying breath, swearing to tear them to shreds.

Opening my eyes again, I was back in the past, right before my family was supposed to send me off to an arranged marriage.

This time, I won’t play the weak Omega.

I will gladly accept my fated mate, the terrifying Alpha King, and use him as my sword to make my betrayers pay in blood.

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His Defiant Omega: The Cursed King’s Second Chance Chapter 1

Alyssa POV:
I held my three-year-old daughter Hope against my chest, so tight I thought my arms would break. Her small body shook, pressed with me behind the trunk of an oak so wide two men couldn’t wrap it.
The forest reeked of Rogue wolves. Their eyes, dozens of them, glowed gold in the twilight like a ring of fire closing in.
“Mommy,” Hope whispered, her golden curls matted with mud, “is Daddy coming to save us?”
Darrion. My fiancé. The Alpha of the Lott Pack. A spark of warmth caught in the ice of my chest.
“He’ll come,” I told her, and I believed it with every scarred inch of my heart. “Daddy always comes.”
Footsteps. Darrion’s tall frame broke through the ring of Rogues. The relief hit me so hard I almost sobbed.
Then I saw who walked beside him.
Corliss. My stepsister. In a white dress so spotless it was a slap against the mud and blood of the woods. A smile played on her red lips.
The alarm that shrieked through me was animal, primal. Wrong. This is all wrong.
Darrion raised one hand. The Rogues—the ones I thought were our enemy—bowed their heads and parted like a sea, clearing a path straight to me.
He walked toward me. His eyes, once soft with adoration, were now two chips of ice. He looked at me the way a man looks at a stain he’s about to scrub out.
“Alyssa,” he said. Flat. “Give me the child.”
The world tilted sideways. “Darrion, what—these wolves—you brought them?”
Corliss slid up beside him, winding her arm through his, pressing against him with an intimacy that made my stomach turn. “Oh, my dear sister,” she cooed. “Still so naive.”
My brain shorted out. Them. Together. My fiancé and my sister.
Hope began to cry, her tiny fists twisting in my dress. “Mommy, I’m scared…”
Corliss looked down at Hope and her face twisted with a jealousy so poisonous it was almost a physical thing. “Shut up, you little mongrel.”
And then Darrion said the words that ended my world.
“I’ve had enough of you, Alyssa. Your weak Omega blood was never fit to be my Luna.”
My whole life cracked down the middle. “And this child,” he went on, “she isn’t even mine. Did you truly think I never knew about your little indiscretion?”
Hope… wasn’t his? Then that night… who…
Corliss leaned in, savoring it. “We checked. You were drugged that night, you have no idea whose bed you were in. Darrion only claimed the brat to save the Lott Pack’s face—swallowing his disgust the whole time.”
I clutched Hope. The ground spun. My entire life was a stage built by the two people I trusted most, and I had played the fool on it for years.
“Why?” The scream tore out of me. “My parents—the Alpha and Luna of the Clay Pack—they’ll tear you apart for this!”
Darrion and Corliss traded a look of pure mockery. “Them?” Corliss said. “They have their own problems tonight. We led you here precisely to draw their guards away.”
A Rogue pressed a dagger into Darrion’s hand. It glinted with a sickly white light.
Silver. Fatal to our kind.
Darrion stalked toward me. “Once you’re dead, the Clay Pack falls into chaos. And then… everything becomes mine.”
I scrabbled backward until my spine slammed the oak. Nowhere left to run.
I looked down at Hope’s terrified blue eyes—my eyes. No. I could not let her die.
I shoved her behind me, shielding her with my own body. “Please, Darrion! Let her go! She’s only a child!”
His eyes held nothing. He lunged. The silver blade buried itself in my stomach.
Pain, blinding white, ripped through me. My life force drained like sand through fingers, but I refused to fall. I kept my eyes locked on his.
Then a second hiss sliced the air behind me. An arrow. Not aimed at me.
Aimed at Hope.
I couldn’t even turn. I heard a tiny, choked gasp—and her little body went limp in my arms.
I looked down. The shaft stood out of her chest, the fletching a cruel splash of color against her little dress. Blood soaked through, warm, and then cold.
At the edge of the clearing, Corliss lowered a bow, her face a grotesque mask of victory.
Time stopped. My soul ripped into a million pieces as I held my daughter’s cooling body.
I lifted my face to the moon and spent my last breath on a curse.
“I, Alyssa Clay, swear upon the moon! If I am given another life, I will hunt you down—Darrion Lott, Corliss Ramsey! I will tear you to shreds and make sure your souls never, ever find peace!”
Enraged, Darrion wrenched the dagger from my stomach and drove it into my heart.
Darkness swallowed me. And in the last flicker of consciousness, I heard it—a sigh, ancient and sorrowful, a woman’s voice from the void itself.
“Poor child. I will give you another chance. Use it well.”

His Defiant Omega: The Cursed King’s Second Chance Chapter 2

Constantine POV:
I stood at the edge of my territory, one hand resting on the silver head of my cane. The evening wind carried the scent of the neighboring Clay Pack—and something else, faint, that made my blood hum.
A dull ache throbbed in my leg, a permanent reminder of the cowards who’d ambushed me with silver and left me the “crippled Alpha King” of every whispered joke in the werewolf world.
My Beta, Nash, waited two paces behind me. He knew better than to speak when I was in this mood.
Then the scent hit me.
Jasmine in full bloom, tangled with rain on fresh grass. Sweet. And mine.
My inner wolf lunged against the cage of my control, a roar rolling through my chest. Hers! Ours!
Mate.
The word landed like a curse. Was the Moon Goddess mocking me? Granting a broken, silver-poisoned Alpha his fated partner at the edge of his own land?
I crushed the wolf’s excitement under cold logic. “Nash,” I said, “go see what’s trespassing.”
He returned fast, his face strange. “Alpha… it’s a girl. I think it’s Miss Alyssa Clay.”
Alyssa Clay. The Omega everyone said I was meant to marry in some political farce. I frowned and moved toward him.
She lay in the moonlight, blonde hair fanned on the grass. She was soaked in blood—but it looked old, phantom, like a stain that had soaked through another life.
Then she jackknifed upright, gasping, blue eyes blown wide with terror. “No… don’t kill me… Hope…”
Another performance. I snorted coldly. So she’d resort to this—a damsel act to wriggle out of a betrothal to a cripple? How tedious.
My wolf howled in my skull, screaming at me to gather her up, to shield her, to kill whatever had frightened her. I strangled the instinct with ice. I did not show weakness to a woman who could be a spy.
I closed the distance and loomed over her. “Alyssa Clay,” I said, voice dripping. “Your performance is clumsy.”
She didn’t seem to hear me. Her hands flew to her face, her neck, her stomach. No wounds. Her body was whole.
And then the terror in her eyes cracked open and poured out something else—a wild, disbelieving joy.
“I’m alive… I’m really alive!” Tears of happiness streaked her face. She ignored me entirely.
The feeling of being dismissed burned. I, the Alpha King of the Blackwood Pack, ignored by an Omega.
I seized her chin and forced her face up. “Look at me, Omega. Do you think playing games on my land will free you from your fate?”
Her skin was silk. The contact sent a jolt of fire up my arm. My wolf purred in satisfaction. Damn it all.
I snatched my hand back as if burned.
Alyssa finally focused on me. And the look she gave me was not fear. It was appraisal. Cool. Knowing. As if she could see straight through to a wound I kept hidden from the entire world.
Her gaze slid to my cane, then to my stiff leg.
My jaw locked. I hated that. It was the mark of my shame, carved into my pride.
But there was no mockery in her eyes. No pity. Only something I couldn’t name.
She rose, swaying once before she steadied. Then she looked into my eyes, and it was like stars igniting in her blue irises.
“Constantine Witt,” she said, tasting my name like it already belonged to her.
The sound of it in her mouth did something to my chest.
She took a slow breath, as if deciding the rest of her life.
She did not cry. She did not beg. She did not simper.
She simply watched me, as if confirming a truth only she could see.
And through the invisible thread of the mate-bond, I felt her. Steady as a blade. And already mine.

His Defiant Omega: The Cursed King’s Second Chance Chapter 3

Alyssa POV:
Constantine Witt. The Alpha King of the Blackwood Pack. Taller than the rumors, and a hundred times more dangerous.
His dark gray eyes were a storm front. The cane in his grip didn’t shrink him—it sharpened him, adding a layer of coiled violence to the air.
And I felt it, pulling from the deepest part of my soul. Cedar and winter wind. My Mate.
Fate was a cruel comedian. In my last life I was murdered on the eve of being delivered to this man.
But I was not that naive girl anymore. I had died once. I knew—because I had heard the stories, lived through the aftermath—that this man, for all his ferocity, was the only one who could protect me. The only sword sharp enough to help me take my revenge.
His coldness and mockery were nothing but the growl of a wounded beast. I knew his weakness. I was born to be his cure.
I crushed my grief and hatred into a single, burning point. My goal was simple: secure him.
I straightened my spine and met his gaze head-on. For an Omega to meet an Alpha’s eyes was a challenge. I no longer cared for such rules.
A flicker of surprise crossed his face before the ice closed over it again.
“Constantine Witt,” I said, clear and firm. “I know I am your fated Mate.”
Behind him, his Beta—Nash Mills, if memory served—sucked in a sharp breath.
Constantine’s lips pressed thin. He didn’t confirm. He didn’t deny.
I stepped forward, closing the space until I could smell the cedar and, beneath it, a burning desire he was trying very hard to hide.
I tilted my head back, looked him dead in the eye, and said each word like an oath.
“I, Alyssa Clay, accept this bond. I accept you, Constantine Witt, as my one and only Alpha, my Mate.”
The words dropped into the silence like a stone into still water. Nash’s jaw nearly hit the forest floor.
Constantine’s pupils constricted. He had not expected this. Not the directness. Not the initiative.
The knuckles on his cane went white. He was fighting it.
His wolf was celebrating. His mind was resisting. The war twisted his handsome face.
“Are you insane?” he ground out. “Do you know what you’re saying? Do you know who I am? A cripple whose temper is as broken as his ability to shift—or so the rumors go.”
He hurled the words like stones, testing me, mocking himself.
I did not flinch. I took another step, so close my body nearly brushed his chest. “I know,” I said softly. “But I also know you are my Mate. And that is enough.”
I reached out, slow and deliberate, and laid my fingers over the back of his hand where it gripped the cane.
Lightning. It arced between us, and we both shuddered.
His wolf let out a satisfied rumble I could almost hear through our half-formed bond. Ours! Finally!
Constantine tore his hand away—but his eyes betrayed him. Shock. Conflict. And a flame I had just lit.
I smiled, faint. My first objective was complete. The seed was planted.
He stared at me for a long, hard moment, as if trying to see the shape of my soul.
“You’re bold, Omega,” he said at last.
“I just know what I want,” I answered.
Revenge. And a new life. With him.
He gave a cold snort and turned. “Nash. Bring her. It seems the Clay Pack has sent me an interesting toy.”
A front. He had agreed.
Nash made a respectful “this way” gesture, awe and curiosity warring in his eyes.
I followed Constantine’s back. Straight. Proud. Even leaning on the cane.
My Alpha King. This time, our fates are bound. You will be my sword, and I will be your cure.

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