The Unwanted Omega's Rise From Ashes

Chapter 4

Word Count: 613 | Released on: 16/04/2026

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hick with the scent of sex and sweat, but the atmosphere was as frigid as a tomb. I lay still, a broken doll with vacant eyes fix

ick kind of contentment, while my human consc

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d blade, twisting in the

ling for his discarded clothes with jerky, irritated mo

stain bloomed on

eemed to evaporate, replaced by a sharp,

vely reached for the torn remnants of the blank

I saw in his eyes. It wasn't even pity. It

he silence. "Well played," he said, his voice dri

d unable to process his

oodstain with a contemptuous flick of his wrist. "Where did you get it? A vial

e thought... he tho

se I couldn't even form a response. I wanted to laugh, to

ser to the bed to loom over me. "That I'd feel some shred of pity for yo

he was taking the very proof of it and turni

silence, the utter lifelessness in my gaze, seemed to unnerve him. I saw a flicker of so

et, and extracted a few hundred-dollar bills. H

inal, searing humiliation. "

ken, tragic smile. The expression seemed to enrage him further. He turned and strode f

es. A single, hot tear escaped, tracin

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The Unwanted Omega's Rise From Ashes

Escritorapalacio Werewolf

“As an Omega, finding out the powerful Alpha Ryker was my fated mate should have been a blessing. But he only loved my stepsister, Nora. To protect her, he treated me like dirt. Yet, pressured by the pack Elders, he violently claimed me during my first heat, calling Nora's name the entire time. When he saw the virgin blood on the sheets, he threw cash at my face and accused me of faking it with a cheap trick. His mother forced me to drink wolfsbane tea and poured the burning poison over my skin just for breathing the same air as her son. I gave up on the bond and traded my Luna title for a lowly archivist job just to survive. But Nora wouldn't even let me have that. She cornered me in the basement, slashed her own arm to the bone with a silver blade, and screamed for help. Ryker burst in, his eyes blazing with murderous rage as he held her bleeding body. "I will hate you until the day I die." He swore the Alpha vow, the psychic curse tearing my soul apart. He didn't ask for the truth. He just condemned me. My heart shattered under the weight of his absolute, venomous disgust, but the tears wouldn't come. I calmly picked up my employment paper from the blood-stained floor. I didn't want his love anymore. This time, I was going to live for myself.”