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37 - Predator To Prey
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2024-10-29 19:42:56On ending the call with Lexie, Belinda sighed, pushing her phone into her shorts pocket. Really, she was tired, but matters that needed her attention just kept popping up. The unreasonable argument earlier this morning had drained her, the same as the many rounds of sex they'd had after that. At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to sleep, but there was yet another issue she had to attend to. Taking a deep breath, she proceeded to the Lycan's study.
Draven sat at his cushioned office chair, deeply focused on a book spread open on his desk. Belinda had to knock on the already open door for him to look up at her. She didn't hold his attention for long though, as his gaze immediately dropped back to the desk. "Yes?" Draven asked while he read his book. "A friend of mine is in a bit of a fix. I was wondering if there was any work for her to do around here. A place to sleep, maybe?" "It's a skyscraper. There's alwaysRelated chapters
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 38 - Brushes And Buckets
Marcus hurried the corridor, dragging along Lexie who struggled to keep up. His legs were much longer than hers, so she had to take two steps at a time or risk stumbling. He finally stopped at the end of the hallway, right in front of the entrance to the restroom. "Don't move a muscle." He ordered sternly before rushing away. Lexie tried to obey his command, but her facial muscles wouldn't stop twitching. She was weighing the pros and cons of making a run for it. If she moved quickly enough, she could make it to the ground floor in about two minutes, and be out of the main doors in an instant. Before she could put her plan into motion, however, Marcus returned, a toilet brush in one hand, and a bucket in the other. He pushed both cleaning apparatuses into her hands. "Scrub every toilet. Wipe every surface. Mop every floor." As though he was speaking to a child, Marcus listed out the instructions slowly. He then pointe
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 39 - Send A Messenger
“Good day, all. I am Mary Vaughn-Hamilton, daughter of Gerald Vaughn, Alpha of the Phoenix Pack, but some may know me as the Luna of the San Francisco Pack. Before drafting this message, I battled with myself, because I was unsure if it was the best thing to do. It is now clear to me that I should never have allowed myself to be silenced. My story deserves to be heard. On the 24th of August, 2014, at Camp PineGrove for Female Werewolves, I was assaulted by Cecily Knight and poisoned with wolfsbane. The end result was the death of my wolf. Granted, the incident may have been intended to be a harmless prank among children, but it is the Chicago Pack's attitude towards the matter that is truly appalling. They have failed to take responsibility for the action of one of their own, neither apologizing nor attempting to set things right. I have come to terms with the fact I will never be a full werewolf again, but how can we function as a society if one pack believe
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 40 - Juice Box
“Hello, I'm someone who attended high school with Cecily Knight. She was beautiful, fashionable, and bossy, so of course she was popular. And that popularity she used to bully others. Rather than study for exams and do her homework like everybody else, she intimidated others into doing everything for her. Those who refused had to endure her wrath till they graduated. I wasn't personally bullied by Cecily, but I know people who were unjustly punished, suffered depression, or even had to transfer, all because of her. She truly is a horrible person. —RedBurritoGirl” Pulling the rubber gloves off her hands, Lexie threw them into the bucket, where she'd deposited other cleaning tools. Standing akimbo, she looked around at the female's restroom, nodding proudly at her work. She was done for the day. Humming a tune she'd heard on the radio, she carried the bucket into the janitor's closet. On coming out, she met Marcus waiting for her. Ever since t
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 41 - The Night Of The Summer Solstice
In the back seat of the black Lamborghini limousine, Cecily sat beside her mother, dressed in a red evening dress exclusively ordered from Dolce&Gabbana. This was not her first time attending the Summer Solstice Convention, as she'd been going since she was 18. This time, however, she was nervous. Sucking in a deep breath, she clasped her fingers to stop it from shaking. There was no need to fear, she told herself. She was beautiful, expensively dressed, and part of the alpha family of the Chicago Pack. The convention would go like always—with other alpha daughters fawning over her. "Now listen up." Paul, who sat across her, leaned forward to wag a warning finger. "Once we arrive at the hotel, you will be on your best behavior. There will be no whining, no rudeness, and definitely no causing a scene. Understood?" Cecily shot daggers at her brother and he doubled down on her. "Understood?" Folding her arms below her breasts, Cecily her narr
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 42 - The One Tailing Her
“This didn't happen to me but to a friend from the Chicago Pack. About 2 years ago, she and Cecily were interested in the same guy, but he chose my friend over her. Apparently, Cecily held a grudge. The guy and my friend eventually broke up. She went clubbing with her girls one night and met this human dude. He was handsome, he was hot, so she spent the night with him, only for Cecily to send her a sex tape of both of them a few days later. Turns out your dear alpha daughter paid the human to seduce her, then take a video of them in bed without her permission. My friend was devastated, especially as Cecily was threatening her with the video. At a point, she gave up trying to protect herself, and Cecily proceeded to release the sex tape. This occurred only six months ago, so all those saying Cecily was a kid when she made all those ‘mistakes’, can shove their defense theory right up their asses. -Rachel Rodriguez”Throwing the last piece of cosmetics i
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 43 - A Three-Way Meeting Pt. 1
Her body and palms pressed to the wall, Cecily flattened her ear on the cold, painted concrete. Inside the living room were her brother, Derek, the San Francisco and Phoenix Packs' alphas, and their betas. They had all gathered to discuss her, yet she'd been told she wasn't allowed to join them. Paul had growled, warning that if she did anything to disturb the meeting, he would stop trying to save her ass. Well, he couldn't prevent her from at least listening in. Everything that was going on in that room was her business, and she would be a part of it no matter what anyone said. Six couches were arranged in the spacious living room, so that two faced the other four. Paul Knight and Derek Wren sat across Gerald Vaughn and Edward Hamilton, who in turn sat with their betas at their side. A mere day after the disastrous Summer Solstice Convention, a message had come in that the alphas had accepted the invitation to the Knight family villa, and the very next day, they flew int
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 44 - A Three-Way Meeting Pt. 2
Paul wanted to strangle Cecily. His jaws clenched, his fingers clutching the edge of his couch's armrest as anger gripped him. Not very long ago, he'd specifically warned his little sister not to disturb his meeting with the other alphas. But it appeared that she'd so easily forgotten that, like she always forgot his other warnings. This time, however, she hadn't just stuck her nose where it didn't belong. She'd started a new conversation... and had made things considerably worse. The first to react to Cecily's rude interruption was Edward. He couldn't care less about anything she had to say—it was a well-known fact across the werewolf community that Cecily Knight was an idiot—but her smug smile and confident pose were something he couldn't ignore. It seemed this one truly believed throwing out a huge sum of money could actually solve her problems. Poor thing. Maybe it had worked in the past, but her insolence had only made him more determined to see her banished.
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 45 - A Call To Arms
“Target: Lord Draven De Lacey, Lycan of the American WerewolvesRegion: North America and South America As werewolves, packs are the symbols that represent our unity and strength. They signify that together and only together, we live, hunt, and survive. Why? Because once we are divided, our borders weaken and outsiders take over. The duty of protecting this principle falls on the alphas of our packs. By living as examples themselves, they uphold the ideals that bind us as a society. On that note, we strongly request that the Lycan demote the Knight family from the alpha status. One of their own has crossed the line by murdering the wolf of an important personality, and has done nothing to compensate for that. Their actions have disturbed the unity we so cherish, and is slap to us as a community. We, the subjects of Lycan Draven, are more than convinced the Knight family is unfit to lead anyone. If you agree with us, this is a call to arms
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AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 104 - The Only Thing She Has
Lexie sat on the bed, gazing down as her friend lay beside her, unconscious and helpless, with the duvet pulled up to her shoulders. Belinda's pale and flawless skin had always been one of her striking features, but her current pallor was all wrong. Her skin appeared pasty and damp, her lips had lost their vibrant reddish color, and bags had formed under her eyes. She looked sick. Worry curled Lexie's heart and moved up to sting her eyes. Belinda looked like she was in a lot of pain. The sound of the door creaking distracted Lexie. Wiping the tears off her cheeks, she sniffed in whatever one still threatened to fall, before turning to check who was coming in. Luisa stepped into the bedroom, her gaze first running over the woman lying on the bed, before raising to the woman sitting at her side. Both were a pitiable sight, so she gave the conscious a small smile, hoping the gesture did anything to reassure her. "How is she?" Luisa's voice was low and gentle as closed the door softl
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 103 - Disaster At A Board Meeting
They heard him as he came down the hallway, his shoes an angry sound on the tiled floor. Instinctively, the members of the Knights & Co. managerial board sat up straighter in their seats, tidying up their outfits and arranging the documents on the large rectangular table. The double doors to the board room burst open, and Paul Knight walked in, trailed by his beta. They could feel the malevolence radiating from him, almost as clearly as the chill air of the air conditioner itself. He had come for blood, and they knew it. All smartly standing, they simultaneously bowed at their waist. "Welcome, Alpha Paul!" Paul sat at the head of the meeting table, with Derek taking the seat at his right. His features hard, he took a look around at his directors. They squirmed under his gaze, all avoiding eye contact. Once he'd had his fill of studying the guilty face before him, he relaxed into his chair, his fist supporting his head. "James." He called, and the man bearing the name jerked.
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 102 - Boards And Placards
Inserting the key into the keyhole, the police officer unlocked the heavy metal door to the cell. The door swung open with a loud creak, but he chose to stay outside to guard the entrance, while the visitor walked right in. On entering the small room, Derek looked around. The cell was said to be the best in the prison, yet it was quite the dump. Paul sat on the hard narrow bed, facing the small barred window for the bit of light it let through. He was trimming his beards with the shaving stick he apparently wasn't allowed to keep, but was given anyway because he was a favored inmate, a small mirror in hand. "Good afternoon, sir." Derek bowed at his waist. "I brought the suit you asked for." "I see you've finally come to see him." Paul didn't turn around, therefore looking ominous as he spoke. The result was Derek swallowing heavily. He'd known his boss was bitter when he'd received a call from the lawyer, Voss, delivering the errand to fetch his best suit for this day. The
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 101 - A Peach-Colored Sign
Belinda gaped as several attendants rolled racks and racks of dresses into the room, each one more glamorous than the last. The manager apparently took his job seriously, for his devotion was evident as he barked orders at the much younger and jumpier employees. When Belinda had said she wanted to go shopping, she hadn't meant like this. While she enjoyed buying fashion items, she was still sane about it. These people were not. In a space of minutes, the large room exclusive to the most VIP of clients, was filled. Every form of clothes, shoes, and accessories littered every possible surface, so much that she wondered if the entire store had been emptied for her. Her mad stylist had other concerns, however. Haughtily snapping his fingers, the manager summoned two of his attendants. "Sisi! Lulu! Bring the Versace numbers 28 and 43 over here." Nearly, Belinda laughed at all the sass the man was displaying, her hand covering her smiling lips. She failed to hold in a chuckle at the emp
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 100 - Important Clients
Belinda didn't wear back her panties. In truth, she had no idea where they were. Deciding she could search for them later, she left for her bedroom, where she removed whatever piece of clothing she still had on and entered the shower. It wasn't that she had a problem with the scent of sex on her—she liked it even—but it wasn't something she wanted people to smell just by being near her. After the quick bath, she went ahead to get decent, putting on a chic pink button gown. She decided she would forgo makeup, but she did give herself a final check-up in front of the mirror. The Lycan was waiting for her in the living room, his posture relaxed as he went through his phone. He looked up from the device as she walked in, his gaze then running down her slender form. The appreciative look he gave her proved he liked what he saw. "Are you wearing underwear?" Draven asked, his deep baritone voice husky. Belinda realized that, once again, she was not wearing panties. She'd forgotten to
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 99 - Nothing To Wear
Belinda sat on the Lycan's desk in his home office, her legs spread wide and her chest pushed forward. She was panting, her fingers digging into the wood of the desk, and her body quivered. Color stained the pale skin of both her cheeks, and her lower lip was an even deeper red, thanks to the teeth that were biting down hard on it. She wanted to moan out loudly, but the Lycan had ordered her not to make a sound. He was on a call, and he would absolutely not tolerate any disturbances. "Yes... Get it done immediately... That won't do." Draven expertly held a completely coherent conversation while pounding three of his large fingers in and out of Belinda. Her body writhed, and her hips grinding maniacally against the wood of the desk. She felt as though she was in another world, a paradise where desire, seduction, and wicked pleasure ruled. Just when she was certain she couldn't take anymore, her eyes flew open. Sparks torched her nerves, threatening to explode into what she suspec
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 98 - The Boat With Its Sail Set
Gazing at the racks in front of him, Derek buried his nose in the crook of his arm, to protect himself from the stench of silver. Just as he'd suspected, the number of boxes had reduced by approximately half, but that still left many. Being surrounded by the one element that could permanently harm him rattled his nerves, but he'd come here on important business. As the charity gala had been a dead end, he now needed to find new clues. Regrettably, that meant coming back here. With a disgruntled sigh, Derek lowered his hand from his face and reached into his pockets. He brought out a pair of leather gloves, which he wore over each hand. Protected and equipped, he began searching through the boxes. If there was one thing that was certain, it was that the weapons weren't made in the Knight family villa. That meant the Knights were only middlemen. If he could find who the producers were, then maybe he could find the final consumers. That was easier said than done, though. In the boxes w
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 97 - Pretty Red Toenails
Lila Salvador sat in her fiancé's study, her naked right foot insolently propped on his desk, and her fingers painting her pretty toenails red. Her silky black hair had been left to flow down her back, and a corner of her gown had slid down one shoulder. She was on the phone, and held the device to her ear with her shoulder. If Paul had been there, he would have killed her for getting so comfortable in his space, but that was the thing... He wasn't there. "I still can't believe it, Erika!" Lila whined into the phone. "They came to the house as late as evening. I'm sure they could have waited till morning, I mean he wasn't going anywhere. Yet, they disrupted my dinner. Couldn't find the appetite to eat again." "The arrest is trending everywhere. Making quite a buzz too." The female voice at the opposite end of the line said. "How are you faring?" "How else? Terribly." Lila was quick to reply. She slabbed a dash of red on her big toe, then leaned back to examine it. Once
AN OMEGA'S REVENGE 96 - Sweet Little Asshole
The news of the arrest of Paul Knight took Chicago by storm. Apparently, their youngest, richest, and most handsome billionaire wasn't a saint. Some didn't mind his crimes. So he hid his money away from the government, who didn't? Then there were those who criticized him mercilessly for it. They were mostly those who were spiteful towards the rich, who felt it was unfair a select few lived in such luxury and extravagance, while they couldn't afford rent. He already had so much, they said, would it kill him to pay his dues to the government? It all should have ended with this simple argument, but then one random reporter from an unknown news outlet published an article reminding people of the Knight Tower scandal. The piece was derogatory, highlighting the rich's habit of trampling on the more unfortunate populace. However, the fire that had lighted the torch was the part where he'd speculated that something terrible had happened to the righteous Fleming couple, especially as they'd m
