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

Chapter 2

Word Count: 863 | Released on: 13/07/2026

protest. The first light of dawn painted the sky in shades

scraping against my back. I was a nightmare made real. Caked in mud and blood, my dress in tatte

ide berth, their faces a mixture of fear and d

he street, its wheels sending a spray of muddy water from a pudd

d in fine, tailored clothes. He was handsome, in a polished,

nose dramatically. "Gods, is that the Adkins' di

once adored. She had given him every scrap of sincerity she possessed, on

but a profound,

ctic to get my attention? Playing the damsel in distress? S

r, drawn by the spectacle. Their whi

s the wolf

ything to get Prince

fear. I slowly lifted my head. My violet eyes, once filled with faw

ut it cut through the morning air. "I

had never spoken to him with

my spine a rod of defiance despite

eliberate and clear. "But now I se

gh the crowd. The Pack's most

he only thing he truly possessed, had been wounded.

the performance, I let my gaze drift past him, over the

d, snagging on a figure in the second-sto

glint of his eyes. They were the color of dark gold, like molten amber, and they

pure, primal alarm. It was the feeling of a mous

uldn't tell how much he had heard, but the steady focus of those golden e

he sun on the windowpane. His failure to see the powerful

ith fury. He gestured to his guards. "Get this lunatic o

ng? That high-end restaurant..." "Could the 'another' she mentioned be... someone important up

ed, their faces s

own without a fight. I prepared to use what lit

drifted down from the second floor. It was low, l

ler's guards. It was as if the single word had

es locking again with the s

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

JANICE KELLEY Werewolf

“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.”